“Desolation Angels”, a Review

Finished reading Jack Kerouac’s “Desolation Angels” (1965), after 4 months of lugging it around in my backpack and car (I find books difficult to read with my current lifestyle, and would have better success if I ignored all the other humans in my vicinity). In this, Kerouac through his proxy Jack Dolouz begins this chapter …

A Continental Series of Tubes

By the way, Paris Metro subways are beautiful and not as sketchy as one would read, even though it might be smart to keep your belongings as close to you as possible. The stations are wide like squashed ovals, and have lots of seating and signage. Don’t expect to lay down if you’re stuck in …

Fold, Stack, Wipe, Wash

One observation I have about Europe is how common it is for residents to have cloth napkins at their dinner tables. I don’t mean the thick, rich satin, fine-dining cloth napkins; I mean basic, all-cotton square cloths. Bedsheet material. Most households have holders for them on their tables, like a flat dish or tray, usually …