When I’m having a bad day, I pick up my guitar… In playing, I find happiness.



Guitarrista,  Buenos Aires, Argentina



Blue, my world is blue

You are here, in the middle of the universe on a blue dot.




The author and astronomer, Carl Sagan said this of the scientists who study this planet:

“It is sometimes said that scientists are unromantic, that their passion to figure out robs the world of beauty and mystery. But is it not stirring to understand how the world actually works — that white light is made of colors, that color is the way we perceive the wavelengths of light, that transparent air reflects light, that in so doing it discriminates among the waves, and that the sky is blue for the same reason that the sunset is red?

It does no harm to the romance of the sunset to know a little bit about it.”

The excerpt from Carl Sagan’s speech which follows was inspired by an image taken, at Carl Sagan’s suggestion, by Voyager 1 on February 14, 1990 as the spacecraft left our planetary neighborhood for the fringes of the solar system, engineers turned it around for one last look at its home  about 6.4 billion miles away.


Not where but how

“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters in the end.” – Ursula K. Le Guin


It is not where but how and with whom. Never why and when is now. Just know that wherever you go and with whomever you go that becomes a part of you forever.

Saint Augustine of Hippo said, “The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.” I choose to quote Augustine not only for his wisdom but for the fact that he lived in the Roman city of Hippo on the north African coastline. It is a city where my wife’s family took root briefly before the Algerian War dispossessed France of its colony. Saint Augustine is also the patron saint of brewers, proving, I guess, that it is nice to have a beer near by when reading a good book.

We are all connected somehow.

As Saint Augustine suggests, we can travel with words and books and this, gentle reader leads me to my dilemma.
There are two kinds of men in this world. Those who read books and those who read Kindle.

I am of the first sort. Having grown up with books, loving the smell of a pages like the smell of a coffee bag freshly opened, hearing the crack of the binding and the rustle of the pages, I cannot leave my old friends. Books are meant to be kept close by where needing a friendly word or two or a good story, the book can be held and the words read lovingly as in a conversation between old friends.

Old friends, here is my fear. The computer is too near at hand. And serpent that I am, I will tempt you.

Ursala K. Guin, who I quoted earlier gave an entertaining interview to the Paris Review in the Fall of 2013.  The interview by John Wray took place in Guin’s hillside house in Portland, Oregon near its famous zoo and attractive Rose Garden and with a view of Mount St. Helens in the distance. You can get there from here with the click of a key.

As a bit of a stoic, I cannot help but amend Guin’s observation and say, “It matters to have an end to journey towards, but in the end it is the journey that matters.”


From Me to You

If there’s anything that you want
If there’s anything I can do
Just call on me and I’ll send it along
With love from me to you

I’ve got everything that you want
Like a heart that’s oh so true
Just call on me and I’ll send it along
With love from me to you

Imagine me, sitting in a bar in Buenos Aires, far away and alone, feeling sorry for myself. I am on the phone, “Hello, if there’s anything I can do, just call and I’ll send it along with love from me to you.”

From me to you
From me to you

“From Me to You” written by Paul McCartney and John Lennon and released in 1963 as a single. The single was the Beatles’ first number one song in the the United Kingdom, and the first Beatles’ song to enter the American pop chart.