Posted in denkschrift, rrythmia on August 5, 2007| Leave a Comment »
You always cringe a little when you see a dozen suited-up athletes waiting for the same flight on which you ambitiously intended to get five hours of work and rest accomplished. When people tell you, in apologetic syllables, that your schedule is really full this weekend, you smile and respond, ‘I can always sleep on the plane’.
Now you wonder whether you can. (more…)
Posted in denkschrift, rrythmia on August 5, 2007| Leave a Comment »
The French surname ‘Janvier’ rattles around in Jack’s family pedigree like a classy cousin in a yawningly ordinary clan. When he went to Latin America, he had the wit to co-opt it and twist it into a Spanish first name that was every bit as appealing. Thus Jack became ‘Javier’, a cunning use of the available materials that brings wry smiles to those few of us who know the story. To the rest, he is just Javier and always has been. (more…)
Posted in clarity, denkschrift, rrythmia, textures on August 4, 2007| Leave a Comment »
For a Latin American woman, this is the worse place to be.
Marta’s husband was a respected professional. He had cultivated a career in one of Costa Rica’s government agencies and grown accustomed to the perks that go with it. He was affable, smooth, and just handsome enough to get through doorways and into hearts without appearing to push. His salary was enough to provide for some extra help in taking care of their mentally handicapped daughter, though not to relieve Marta of most of the extra burdens that little Anita brought to her life. (more…)
Canter Bridge 