I thought I’d gotten pretty lofty in my brushes with greatness. After all, I’ve served cake to Ursala K. LeGuin. And I’m just three degrees of…
When I last visited Hampi and its ruinous, romantic surrounds, the Tunga-Bhadra River was the northern boarder of the archeological monument. Today archeologists recognize the…
The social context for our time in Bhimavaram with the Byrraju Foundation is important: two western Professors traveling to rural Andhra Pradesh are VIPs. We…
I love water: drinking it; irrigating clover and timothy with my mom; helping Nordstrom use it wisely. I assume all who grow up in arid…
Novelists have long known that time travel is easy: Take a look—a sharp, tell-yourself-no-lies look—then shut your eyes. Better yet, go away. Return with open…
Previous experience has taught us: India is a hot and dry country. Hot, meaning steamy tropics or blazing desert in many regions. Dry, meaning without…
How do we get ready for India? Train! How do we train? By Amtrak. From Portland to Vancouver, BC. What makes the Cascades line such effective…
In the last three weeks we’ve logged 1300 kilometers in long haul Turkish buses. While it isn’t as luxurious as Argentina’s, the Turkish bus system…
For a westerner looking at Ataturk’s chiseled, grey-toned, stoic face—almost always near a red crescent and star—it’s easy to roll him into a dismissive mental…
We came to Konya to be near Rumi. Near in any sense. Just near. Near is good. Might our poetry improve? Our philosophy? Our humanity?…
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