Tag Archives: Writing

Brooklyn: Rough Trade and Culture

It always surprises me, the closeness of regeneration and destitution. It was with some relief that the artisan coffeeshops, dog grooming parlours and the familiar facade of Rough Trade hove into view. After twelve miles of walking through the highways … Continue reading

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Boston: Strong & Proud

It’s a certain understated pride that comes through. Not a brash New York pride, nor a chilled San Francisco one. Rather a constant theme that rides with you throughout your time in the city. Take the names: buildings, roads, parks … Continue reading

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Boston: Salt & Granite

A gift of circling the world against the direction of spin is the first morning when you awake at five AM, refreshed and itching to explore. For me it feels like nine, just in time for a late breakfast, yet … Continue reading

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Finding Austin

Arrived after a long day of travel: dusty, tired, searching for a beer. The cab ride from airport to hotel is always valuable: airports are never in the classy part of town, so you end up traversing suburbs, transecting zones. … Continue reading

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1,000

This is my 1,000th blog post. I feel it should be special. But the pressure is daunting, so i’ll just dive in. One thousand: they’ve not all been great, but that’s not the point. They’ve been steps on a journey, … Continue reading

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Unit of One [Thousands]

I’m in New York, a unit of one: alone, but not lonely. I feel lucky: i get to travel, but i have a wonderful home and friends around the world. I’m sat in Irving Farm Coffee Roasters: it’s one of … Continue reading

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What’s With Words?

It was with some pride that i first introduced myself as a writer, although it took a number of years before i stopped feeling too fraudulent. It was a badge, i figured, i had a reason to take. I write … Continue reading

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