
Map of South America 1826
An inquisitive old fart with a camera

Dreary day for the beach, little nothing waves, but then turn to face the wind and realize you’re staring towards Antarctica.

I found this on an old camera. Taken in 2010 maybe?

Somewhere there’s a dog enjoying the flooded field.

The butchers agreed to save me bones for my dog. When I went to get them, they had a little huddle. I suspect they forgot and let someone else have the bones. What they cut up for me looked … well, that’s 3 KG of meat in the bowl, cut off of 5 kg of bones. For UYU 75, or USD 2.00.

One of those days where a clear sky signals progress, then the gray drear rolls in and all seems shit. Until you, somewhat grudgingly, take the dog to the beach, where you turn your face to the wind and take a deep breath and realize what you have just pulled into your lungs came from Antarctica, or somewhere in the South Atlantic, empty empty, and so much better for that.

I’m trying to remember the last time I was seriously in a physical book shop…over ten years ago? Libraries ceased being important to me maybe five years before that. Born in the 50s, I lived for libraries and bookstores. I’ve written books, sold over 10 million, so libraries and bookstores…important! But I left the land of my native language, the Untied Snakes, in 2007. And digital happened.
I love this photo.


An old computer monitor enclosure repurposed.

I left the Untied Snakes 13 years ago, and can’t remember the last time I saw this stuff. But here it is in Uruguay, a brittle plastic bag from the only place in the country that sells bagels. Split open through normal handling.