Dec - The
Trip is Done/Change of Address
Nov - Back
Home!! (Well - Partly)
Oct - Walking
Sep - Back
in Bangkok (and Some Regrets??)
Aug - Last
July - A
Few Words from Mongolia...
June - shanghai'ed
May - Vietnam
a Few Weeks Later...
May - In
Apr - Sex
Lies and Videotape...
Mar - From
the Real Land of Smiles to the Fake One..
Feb - On
the Edge... of Paradise??
Jan - Back
Jan - Way
down South Where Bananas Grow...
Dec - Guess
Dec - Salaam
Nov - More Adventures (but without Worms)
Oct - Kathmandu!!
Sep - Over
in Pakistan’s Enemy Country..
Aug - In
Pakistan (6 Countries Later)
Jun - Live
Jun - Hey
May - Getting
May - Back
in Zag/Help with Ukraine Visa??
Apr - Back
Mar - Here
We Go Again!
Feb - Back
in the Bay Area!!
Feb - Howdy
from the Good Ol’ US of A
Nov - Tempus
Oct - Back
from the War-Zone
Sep - Wow
- a Permanent (?) Address...
Sep - I'm
May - Last
One for Awhile....
Apr - That
Feb - Now
I've Got News for You....
Feb - Don't' Get Dropped
Dec - Happy
Dec - Merry
Nov - Last
Nov - Official Change of Address/Xmas Ltr
Oct - Heavy
Oct - Armenia
Sep - Hello
from David (at Last)
Aug - Where
Have You Been All My Life?
Jul - 2nd
Quickie - I'm Moving
Jul - Quicker
Jun - From
May - Quickie...
May - Wheee....
Apr - Just a Quickie!
Apr - Live from Berlin
Lost a few :(
Sep - Update (via Post)
Jun - Summer Solstice!!
May - London #2
on a Stupendous Leg of Granite, Discovered Standing by Itself in the
Deserts of Egypt.)
goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall."
sandy silence, all alone,
Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws
The only shadow that the Desert knows.
"I am great Ozymandias," saith the stone,
"The King of kings: this mighty city shows
The wonders of my hand." The city's gone!
Naught but the leg remaining to disclose
The sight of that forgotten Babylon.
We wonder, and some hunter may express
Wonder like ours, when through the wilderness
Where London stood, holding the wolf in chase,
He meets some fragment huge, and stops to guess
What wonderful, but unrecorded, race
Once dwelt in that annihilated place.
Horace Smith composed this sonnet on 27 December 1817, during an evening
sonnet-writing session with P.B. Shelley
I met a traveler 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, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Here's my version, regarding California's water management failure (2014)