01 September 2025

Let's get a divorce.

Divorce is a world of suck best avoided. 

Divorce is a muddled muttered mantra of repeated regret.  

Divorce is a long dark lonely road to nowhere, inevitably heading somewhere, albeit only god-knows-where. 

Divorce is an explosion, one of such great magnitude that it must, of necessity, result in the complete and singular destruction of all-things.  

Divorce is likewise an explosion, one of such great magnitude that it must, of necessity, leave behind only a charred remnant of annihilated particles*.

* These particles, it is hoped, may one day coalesce into some new format, fused under duress into a thing radically regenerated and fundamentally evolved. 



I conferred what feels as if it could be one of the last physical reminders (that and this apparently indelible and resistant-to-all-lasers ring-finger-tattoo on my left hand) of my now defunct marriage to the good folks at the bike shop this week. 


28 July 2025

Let's go to France!

Went to Paris (the one in France) for a post-divorce "Tuscan Sun" adventure in July.  Fair to call visiting Paris a long-standing "bucket-list" item of mine. But, given the sad situation I came to find myself in in January 2025, planning and accomplishing this trip solo came to mean a lot more to me than just another item to check-off that list.

Pleased to report, I had a truly amazing time!  Aside from one breakdown on the RER-B line on my way into the city from the airport (which required me to navigate the massive Gare du Nord train station unrehearsed in order to find an alternative route to my hotel), everything went super smoothly travel-wise. I met lots of good people, ate tons of good food, drank gallons of great wine, and saw hundreds of amazing sights.  All the things one does while visiting that amazing, complex, beautiful city.

While I was there, wandering around the city for a week on a janky rental bike (and each night via the Métro), I posted a few pictures, along with some wordy captions, to my Instagram.  They're embedded (and thus preserved) in chronological order below.


May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. -- Ed Abbey

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