In the groove

Five happy hours in a day: swim, dinner, drink, music, dangling feet in water. Friday was the day, Bled was the lake, Vieux Farka Touré was the musician. From Mali to Slovenia. The important thing is to move. He is the son of a late legend, his guitar-playing is hereditary. Doesn’t “Vieux” mean old? He…

Don’t be afraid to ripple

This is a post with three examples of how blogging ripples and some actual watery ripples from Slovenia. 1. First, the long-awaited moment when my name appears on the same page as Charles Bukowski’s. I have his badge on my mantelpiece after all (the one that Bestia once found). He is my spirit animal. I’m…