I went to Hanoi in April for one (1) month and ended up staying two (2). Not because I loved it that much (it was hugely interesting). But because the first month was a slap in the face. Now that I was

Well. Two elephants were heading home, back to the ridge after a good day of solid gluttony. They had pulled up a couple of smaller trees for the good stuff, upset several ant hills along the way, though,

“Here, Cedric, now what does this creature remind you of?” The butler shrugged, but the Lord of Quaintmarsh insisted. "Come, man, give it some thought, don't be a flaccid mind." “I can’t say,

"The Real meaning of Art" One comment in my last post cited the ‘real meaning of art’. I certainly don't know the real meaning of art, if there is one. :) Personally, I think of my brand of artsy

Surviving it was hard. Before you watch the video at the bottom, I'll explain. About this Journey I mentioned in my last post, mine started 37 years ago when a doctor slapped my brand new ass and I said

Ok well, from college at least :) ▶️ DTube ▶️ IPFS

Steemit Red I've pounded down a few coffees, read a lot of Steemit posts and my drying eyes have turned a new shade of red. I'm going to call it Steemit Red. Maybe I'll make some clothing from it. Steemit