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Nov 04 2025 
Slices of Life, #14
“I walked past a McDonald’s, Starbucks, 7-11 and Kentucky Fried Chicken, all lined up, cheek to cheek. America’s icons will survive its collapse.”
with gratitude to Linh Dinh at Postcards from the End.
Go There! — Oct 29, 2025.
Walking a couple miles, I got a last look at everything, that square with the serene stupa and Tibetan temple, KTM… Continue reading
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Oct 31 2025 
Slices of Nepal, #4
“The whisper turns out to be a touch. We are all so bereft of friends and companions, especially those among us who have lots of ‘friends.’”
with gratitude to Linh Dinh at Postcards from the End.
Rather Not Be in New Youk! — Oct 26, 2025.
Going from Phonsavan to Luang Prabang, I sat next to an Italian lady on… Continue reading
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Oct 26 2025 
Slices of Nepal, #3
“Suddenly, there were more cars, fewer shops, little foot traffic and no history. The car, television and, now, cellphone make being nowhere not just possible, but desirable.”
with gratitude to Linh Dinh at Postcards from the End.
Could Have Been, Can Be and Will Be Much Worse — Oct 22, 2025.
Should have rung one of those bells five or… Continue reading
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Oct 25 2025 
Slices of Nepal, #2
“Those without reverence are wannabe demons. Faith plus heritage can accomplish wonders.”
with gratitude to Linh Dinh at Postcards from the End.
Gods, Demons and Wannabe Demons — Oct 20, 2025.
Yesterday was the start of Tihar, Nepal’s festival of lights. In India, it’s called Diwali. As a newly converted Hindu, there’s no way I was going to miss this,… Continue reading
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Oct 24 2025 
Slices of Nepal
“Deracinated is a beautiful word said the Hoi Polloi to the unwashed dog.”
with gratitude to Linh Dinh at Postcards from the End.
Peak Self-Indulgence — Oct 17, 2025.
Before arriving, I reread this astounding passage from Pico Iyer’s Video Night in Kathmandu, “Nepal’s prodigious versatility was most apparent, however, in the smorgasbord of its menus, which could easily have put… Continue reading
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Oct 16 2025 
Slices of Life, #13
What matters is Thầy Thím’s perseverance against tyranny and misfortune.
with gratitude to Linh Dinh at Postcards from the End.
Holy Water Puddles — Oct 11, 2025.
I’m typing my first words at 6:03PM. Yesterday, I ate beef wrapped in piper lolot leaves dipped in a fermented fish sauce, mắm nêm, which is very salty. This morning I woke up… Continue reading
