Category: Chronicles from The Island

Leaving San Francisco

Should I stay or should I go? This is my dilemma right now. After the wildest adventure ever, without a formal plan and completely unconnected, trying to get to live in San Francisco has come to a standpoint: Either I


That is always the dichotomy: whether to work for a nonprofit, and make ten cents per hour, or work for a corporation, have a nice big car, and contribute to the loss of the world. Another one: to live with


Walking along Market watching the clouds roll over me I am tasting the Pacific greet me with every drizzle and watch a shy moon peek at my breathing hiding behind a veil a crazy ship two orange masts raising over

KFC or a house?

I am feeling pretty much like Sarah does: I’ve never fancied myself a possessions-centric type, I don’t care about having this or that or the other, so the fact that I spend my time lusting over this hugely extravagant house


I saw again 12 monkeys. The first time I saw it with Susan, in London, and it was a surreal experience, entering the theatre outside Leicester Square, full of tourists, and leaving to find the Square and all streets completely


My first skydive was a complete mess. I wet to see the jumpmaster, we agreed on a date, and I paid the price of the Static Line course. On the stated Saturday, I went to Flandes, Colombia, to get ready

Going west

It is the time for acknowledging that I am going west. Toward the sunset. I should get one of those old Western films, in which the cowboy once more rides West, going into the sunset, saying goodbye to all. Cowboys


From the commencement speech that David Foster Wallace gave at Kenyon University: The capital-T Truth is about life BEFORE death. It is about the real value of a real education, which has almost nothing to do with knowledge, and everything

Zen for today

I wish I were this: I have just three things to teach: Simplicity, patience, compassion. These three are your greatest treasures. Simple in actions and in thoughts, You return to the source of being. Patient with both friends and enemies,

It is my birthday

and my friends threw a surprise party for me yesterday. People! I love you all!