I’ll forgo glamorous for realism, intellectual honesty and brilliant story telling from a pro eight days a week! I too am a late night owl, eyes and ears wide open, head spinning and trying to understand what makes us hoot, as the world turns. There’s beauty to this somewhat madness, the silence and purity of unadulterated interference, where I’ve experienced clarity, to share my unabashed observations of an unhinged dynamic clusterfuck of the ideological powers that be. Yin, Yang, Id, Ego, it’s the human experience. They only come out at night! Meaning, daytime is predictable. Your asset is my gain, and your readers gain. I’m always learning from both. And that’s a beautiful thing! 😃❤️
I was always taught there were two things you should never see being created: legislation and sausage. In this case, though, the sausage doesn't go through the same killing floor and meat grinder.
I started my Substack just a few weeks after yours, and I no longer recall how I came across Cappuccino, but I'm very glad I did. The mutual admiration has been good for me and has helped prop me up a few times when my confidence was lagging. I may not be the wordsmith you are, but that's OK. My voice is different, and it's taken me awhile to accept that for what it is. I don't put nearly the effort into my writing that you do; mine is much more off the cuff and based on my experience and opinions. I'll research something when the moment calls for it, but I like to be more spontaneous. I can write 1500 words without taking a breath (figuratively speaking, of course), and it's nice to read the work of someone who takes a different approach.
Sometimes I wish I could look out the window and see the Bulgarian Embassy as I did in Nicosia, or people walking their Rottweilers as I did in Zagreb. Portland's not bad, but I miss the expatriate life at times.
I do enjoy your perspective, and I look forward to more of it.❤️🤗
Yeah, I rather suspected you put a bit of research into many of your articles. Your opinions, most of which I happily share, and your arguments, which I love to engage with a nitpicking ferocity, are thankfully built on a strong foundation of facts, and your polemics, with which I do a lovely pas de deux each morning you post, often break into a two-will-tango sweep around the intellectual dance floor, because, you know, the writing must come from an inner fire. Informed emotion?
"25 blurry photos of your Aunt Gladys sipping her second box car at the Cracker Barrel." -- I feel seen.
Jack got here ahead of me with the "sausage and legislation" remark, so no need to repeat it.
Thinking back on it, the one time I had a view that I really miss was when I lived in San Francisco. I could see the city hall and the main library, and off to the side Twin Peaks and Mount Sutro. (From a balcony, no less!) But that was 35 years ago, the building is no longer residential, and no one can afford to live in The City anyway.
I no longer recall where or why we first interacted. It was on social media, and long enough ago that you were still living in Houston. As the one frog said to the other, "Time's fun when you're having flies."
Omg, your VIEW!! I'm SO envious. As perhaps mentioned in prior comments, Italy is my soul, my happy place (though I currently live in NYC, my other happy place). I've spent months at a time in Italy, and plan on continuing to do so, more so upon retirement (in 8 years). Oh, the bliss!
I’ll forgo glamorous for realism, intellectual honesty and brilliant story telling from a pro eight days a week! I too am a late night owl, eyes and ears wide open, head spinning and trying to understand what makes us hoot, as the world turns. There’s beauty to this somewhat madness, the silence and purity of unadulterated interference, where I’ve experienced clarity, to share my unabashed observations of an unhinged dynamic clusterfuck of the ideological powers that be. Yin, Yang, Id, Ego, it’s the human experience. They only come out at night! Meaning, daytime is predictable. Your asset is my gain, and your readers gain. I’m always learning from both. And that’s a beautiful thing! 😃❤️
I was always taught there were two things you should never see being created: legislation and sausage. In this case, though, the sausage doesn't go through the same killing floor and meat grinder.
I started my Substack just a few weeks after yours, and I no longer recall how I came across Cappuccino, but I'm very glad I did. The mutual admiration has been good for me and has helped prop me up a few times when my confidence was lagging. I may not be the wordsmith you are, but that's OK. My voice is different, and it's taken me awhile to accept that for what it is. I don't put nearly the effort into my writing that you do; mine is much more off the cuff and based on my experience and opinions. I'll research something when the moment calls for it, but I like to be more spontaneous. I can write 1500 words without taking a breath (figuratively speaking, of course), and it's nice to read the work of someone who takes a different approach.
Sometimes I wish I could look out the window and see the Bulgarian Embassy as I did in Nicosia, or people walking their Rottweilers as I did in Zagreb. Portland's not bad, but I miss the expatriate life at times.
I do enjoy your perspective, and I look forward to more of it.❤️🤗
Yeah, I rather suspected you put a bit of research into many of your articles. Your opinions, most of which I happily share, and your arguments, which I love to engage with a nitpicking ferocity, are thankfully built on a strong foundation of facts, and your polemics, with which I do a lovely pas de deux each morning you post, often break into a two-will-tango sweep around the intellectual dance floor, because, you know, the writing must come from an inner fire. Informed emotion?
"25 blurry photos of your Aunt Gladys sipping her second box car at the Cracker Barrel." -- I feel seen.
Jack got here ahead of me with the "sausage and legislation" remark, so no need to repeat it.
Thinking back on it, the one time I had a view that I really miss was when I lived in San Francisco. I could see the city hall and the main library, and off to the side Twin Peaks and Mount Sutro. (From a balcony, no less!) But that was 35 years ago, the building is no longer residential, and no one can afford to live in The City anyway.
I no longer recall where or why we first interacted. It was on social media, and long enough ago that you were still living in Houston. As the one frog said to the other, "Time's fun when you're having flies."
you are one hell of a writer.
Love this! And you. And Cappuccino... I have recommended it to many of the right readers. xx
Omg, your VIEW!! I'm SO envious. As perhaps mentioned in prior comments, Italy is my soul, my happy place (though I currently live in NYC, my other happy place). I've spent months at a time in Italy, and plan on continuing to do so, more so upon retirement (in 8 years). Oh, the bliss!
Thanks for your writings - always interesting! :)