Tag Archives: sense of place

The Senses of Place and Sensation of Palaces.

San Francisco in the summer has a rather infamous legacy. The most well-known, and consistently mis-credited sentiment to this is that “the coldest winter I/he/she ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.” Mark Twain did not say this. No … Continue reading

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More from the [very nice and super clean] streets of Chi-Town

When I visit places I always like to try to imagine what it would be like to live in them. I have lived in lots of places, and so it is less of a question of whether I could live … Continue reading

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Smells and Boys. Sometimes Smelly Boys.

Where I live is quite fragrant. Hong Kong, after all, translates to “Fragrant Harbor.” This can be a good thing, though more often than not, it is a bad thing. This is mostly because I have a very sensitive sense … Continue reading

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Travel (Writing).

Every time I have the opportunity to take a trip – big, small, exotic, mundane, work-related, totally frivolous, near, far – I am grateful. I am grateful for the opportunity, the variety and the inherent surprises that come even when … Continue reading

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