A recording of a letter from Henry Miller to Anaïs Nin, Paris 1939, read in my bed, Brooklyn 2009.
“To me the Diary is like the moving needle of a compass… The direction will always be due north, but the voyage will be elliptical, changes of climate rather than changes of latitude or longitude. In your interminable log only the handwriting remains unalterable… you are writing from a point beyond change. You are recording the constancy of change, the eternality of metamorphoses. You have chosen not to create but to record creation.”
We found Jesus’ successor, picking up hitchhikers in a minivan
On April 15th, my friend Ellery Althaus and I dipped the rear tires of our bicycles into the Sea of Japan in Vladivostok, Russia, and began riding toward Portugal.
Moving Windmills: The William Kamkwamba story
Idea diffusion at its best! Kamkwamba is a Malawi secondary school student who gained fame in his country when, in 2001, just by reading a book in the local library, he figured out how to build a windmill to power a few electrical appliances in his family’s house in Masitala, using blue gum trees, bicycle parts, and materials collected in a local scrapyard.
