One problem with living in San Francisco, there are too many wonderful people and too many things to do. In view of the recent developments, it seems like now I need to make time for a protest every weekend or so.
Great. So I went to a protest yesterday, and a week before that. Here are a few notes and thoughts about what happened then and in between.
I went to DC for work this week.
It was a short trip to the FDA. Continue reading “A (Short) Trip Report”
Small talk between songs in a tanda.
He: I can’t go out much these days because of my dog.
The poem below, in Russian, is copied from here.
Brodsky wrote it, when he was 19. Nineteen.
Initially, I posted it here over a year ago, aspiring to translate it one day. Today was the day. Continue reading “‘A poem about the Spaniard Miguel Serveto’ by Joseph Brodsky”
A month ago, I resigned from the job that brought me out to the Bay Area.
It’s OK, I started a new one this week, closer to the City.
It was a right decision. It was the time to leave. It was past the time. Continue reading “In Between”
Love letters understated 