Boogie and Bardo Say I Do.

Notes on culture, politics and daily life. Rising Seine, Falling Snow. Blocks of ice are crashing off my roof as I write.

8230;and so it begins. Photo by David Bellemére via Marie Claire Italia. I hope that it is a wonderful one for you all. I have recently stumbled upon a writer and her work resonates massively with me. Her name is Victoria Erickson and much of her work can be found here. I hope that some of them inspire you, and give you some inspiration for the coming year.

I wrote about my experience of being a potential stem cell match for someone suffering from leukaemia or other blood disorder. How do you go about testing the compatibility of donor and recipient? 8220; W.

Peeing and Slapping People In Train Compartments. So, the Delhi Metro is not the typical Indian thing I understand, but its still something we can love, right? I love it. On the other side of the compartment, people started peering at them, like meerkats! One head popping up behind the other.

A kind, and a good with so much love. Filled up to the very top with good. Soles to scalp to the tip of your hair, goodness. Born to help, trained to cure, the remedy for the broken and sick, home for the lost and refuge for the loosing. From the first subtle glance, to the very last tear. Your love was a shiny, brand new bulb in an empty, dusty house. A strand of your goodness.