Pooping in Japan is a continuing essay series. To start from the first post, click here: March What’s the mandatory minimum on a farewell tour? If you use the KISS precedent, it’s a two-year hiatus between
I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip,
Pooping in Japan is a continuing essay series. To start from the first post, click here: October Okay, okay, okay. I hear ya. I’ll wake up! At this point, you’re maybe scratching your head and asking,
Pooping in Japan is a continuing essay series. To start from the first post, click here: September Whew! That was close. I very nearly succumbed to a temptation that would have precluded all other pursuits,
Pooping in Japan is a continuing essay series. To start from the first post, click here: August Twelve. That’s how many buttons my toilet has. Twelve. For those of you wondering what that looks like in
In his essay Terry Pratchett: An Appreciation, Neil Gaiman wrote the following about his fellow fantasy author: “Terry is that rarity, the kind of author who likes writing, not having written, or Being
My condolences. You've unwittingly stumbled into my latest social experiment, a sadistic operation with the goal of spreading my mediocre humor and commentary as far and wide as possible. Like a lab technician
