They Called Him a Savior
He doesn’t chase fame the way others do.
He doesn’t conform but he doesn’t give you the full version of himself just because you demand it—and that drives some people wild.
Sky Burton
Galaxy and Other Bad Influences
His office smelled like cigarettes and leather—surprisingly masculine, possibly intentional. He looked around 42, maybe 45. Tall, graying, with a lean build and a way-too-fitted sweater that hugged his chest and emphasized his arms. He dressed in shades of gray, like a fog bank with opinions.
Bugs on Tape
It began innocently enough. The inch-long millipedes that crisscrossed the bathroom floor were oddly entertaining at first. I’d brush my teeth and watch them march in neat rows to, well, I don’t know where they were going.
OMG - The Cleaner Ants of Costa Rica!
I made fresh coffee and perched on the deck rail. Below, a toucan flung bananas into its beak with frat-boy finesse. Capuchin monkeys chattered and wrestled in the trees. The rainforest rolled out before me like a living, breathing quilt. And the ants? Vanished.
Fast, Fluffy, and Furious
I’m usually pretty organized. The kind of person with alphabetized spice racks and a backup phone charger in every bag. But every once in a while, life throws me a curveball—like a last-minute call from a PR client asking me to meet them outside the Del Mar Thoroughbred
Chapter 6- The Sharp Edge of Reality
Sunday, February 6, 1994
Tom seemed in good spirits this morning as he cooked them breakfast, but his chatter was manic, too bright, too forced. Sara recognized the performance. She wondered if he was desperately trying to keep the conversation moving, steering it away from the weekend discoveries that had
How Leonard Cohen, Jeff Buckley, and Louis Tomlinson Speak the Same Language
What binds Cohen, Buckley, and Tomlinson is not genre or fame. It’s something quieter and more sacred. They stood apart, each in their own time, each in their own way. And in doing so, they created work that doesn’t just last, it lives.