Entries from The Great World has Spun: Back home in California

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More to come…

Yes, we’re home–really home with my mug of coffee on my front porch. For now, just want all you readers of this blog to know that this site will go on, so I hope you keep reading and keep

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Getting there

What is home?   When do you know you’re home?   What does it mean to be home?   ++++++++++++++++++++   We returned to America late Saturday night and holed up for two days with G

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America

  This large latte set me back… $3.25. That enormous burrito shrank my bank account by… $6.25. A full tank of gas… $34.75.   What is this place? Did that overnight flight from New Zeal

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America, Part 2

  It’s just another country on our round-the-world tour. Number 20, and we meet it and understand it from the previous 19. Gas, for example, is cheap at $3.90 a gallon after spending upwards of

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America, Part 3

I wrote this a week ago but never posted it. In the spirit of cleaning up my loose ends, here it is, followed by the news that you’ve all been waiting for: my choice of internet and phone provider.

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An American Portrait, #1

  “The name’s Jeff,” he said, extending his hand.   I introduced myself, trying not to wince from his vise-grip of a handshake. We were both here on a Tuesday morning to watch our boys

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Who are we, what are we

A few nuggets on America society to go with your morning coffee:       + Since the massacre 18 months ago of 20 children at a school in Newtown, Massachusetts, there have been an additi

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The Horror, the Horror: Our Phone Plan in America

The year is 2014. The date is June 11th.   Seven years ago on June 29, 2007, the first iPhone was presented to the world. Since then the technology has rocketed into the future. Where there were

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In Praise of America

It’s Friday morning, 9am, and like so many mornings this past year I’m settled into a coffee shop to write about the life before me. In this case, it’s America—in all its glory and ineptitude,

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Back in the USA

First day back--Liam out of a box at school, a train ride, and Christmas in June

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Save me

    Do you think you know me by now? If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you’ve gathered a sense of me… as a liberal, as a hypocrite, as curious about other cultures, as cyni

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Up in the American Air

Photos from Liam's flight above Yosemite and the Sierras.

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Random America

Fun times in the U. S. of A.

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This American Life

I’m beginning to feel this blog wind down. I’m beginning to feel that I’ve turned enough of my eye on America and now it’s time to move on. To Brazil? Yes, I ought to be in Brazil, ought to be

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America the Dangerous

It’s noon on a Monday in America. I’ve now been home for three weeks and still I’m feeling fine about my country, about my home and community, about my life. That part of me that was conditioned

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Fiddling Away the Doom

A rare sound in the night, and with it, a rare smell.     At 3 in the morning I sat up in bed at the sound of light rain on the roof above my head. For a moment in that gray area between wak

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A Pancake by any other Name

  Yesterday morning I was standing in an aisle at our local supermarket, poring over the many choices for pancake mix. (“The tyranny of choice,” my Sri Lankan friend calls it.) A woman stocki

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On my porch, looking south to Brazil

I belong in Brazil. Right now, I need to hop on the next plane bound for Brazil. Tomorrow morning I need to open up this laptop in a café in Rio, and write about country #21 on the world tour.  

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Ruth

This is in honor of Ruth Hagstrom.   I ran into Ruth at the local farmer’s market on Saturday. It was a gaggle of Hagstrom women—Ruth and her daughter Erika, and Erika’s daughter Anika—al

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Soccer and Religion

  I belong in Brazil. Right now and for the whole week I should be sitting in a café in Rio in the morning, writing dispatches to all of you about the vibrant life of the streets during the Worl

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He’s back….

  I haven’t written on this blog for a week, and even before that I was petering out. Last time I wrote I’d set up an arrangement with Ruth Hagstrom, or more like a bet, or more like a reward

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Ain’t no stopping him now…

Let the record show, your Honor, that this is blog #2. Let the record further show that this is two days in a row, and that this trip for the week to Sacramento with Liam is not an excuse. A lesser ma

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Finding my Religion

And on it goes, the third consecutive day of this season now known as The Resurrected Blog. Here I sit with my crown of thorns, with blood flowing from the palm of my hands, with a boulder cast aside

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The Man with the White Porcelain Ring

What was in your dreams last night?   Mine? So glad you asked—as if you’d ever ask, you with your white porcelain wedding ring, you sitting there trying to sell me medical insurance when you

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The end, of sorts

I loved yesterday’s blog. I live for yesterday’s blog. I opened up my laptop as usual with a single requirement: just to write, just to keep it going, just to take a step at a time. ItR

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A new site

This blog is finished…   … and a new one that’s exclusively mine (Jim) begins. This new one is up and ready, though still in skeletal shape for a few more days. The address is w

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Redemption

Last time their eyes were gouged out.   In the middle of the night we were awoken to their shrieks, and Dolora and I ran outside to witness in our own back yards the horror of these ladies, these