I’ve got a word for you; actually two words in English, a compound word in many other languages. Some might consider it a phrase, a title, a name perhaps. But watch out. When you hear it you might slip into a fit, a rage, perhaps — sweaty forehead, twitchy palms. You’re safe if you’re not […]
What He Said
Dan Franch explores different aspects of life and the ups and downs of living it.
Clew’s recent colour musings have been leading up to this magnificent colour: Violet. Violet as in creativity, poetry, flowers, mystery, expectation…and Clew. Violet is Clew’s colour, and it is often regarded as the colour of wisdom and creativity. So our 3rd anniversary edition (already!) will revive some of our old words of wisdom and creativity. Any post about […]
“Where you going for the holidays?” is a pretty standard question this time of year. Staying put, going back to where roots are, or going someplace new. It’s one of the three for those no longer living in their homeland. I’m going back to the Chicagoland area, back to where I’m from. It’s the place […]
When’s the last time you saw a knob? Think about it. On a TV. On a car radio. These days it’s all touch, click, swipe. Not even doors or drawers have them… unless you’re the vintage type or your house hasn’t been upgraded in say… a hundred years.
There’s something missing in most colleges around the world and it doesn’t take long to realize what it is: vibrant campus life. Aside from the US, plus a small handful of schools in Canada, Europe and beyond, most colleges are strewn across sections of cities here and there without much of a central meeting grounds: […]
So you’re moving. No need to overstress. It’s a move; not life or death. You’re only going from one place to the next. Perhaps you’ve been relocated or your spouse has found a new job. Maybe you’ve already moved and now want to move back to where you came from. Then again, maybe you’ve never […]
It dawned on me soon after arriving in Estonia this month. We’re not in Luxembourg anymore. No siree, Sigefroid. Unlike the Grand Duchy, there’s no linguistic smorgasbord or palette of patois to choose from. Therefore, kiss good-bye any signs like this:
Up or down. It’s an ever continual debate with no definitive answer. Sure, there are arguments either way but in the end it seems that men always win. The toilet seat is almost always up when they exit the bathroom. Why?
If, as the Depeche Mode song goes, “the handshake seals the contract,” I’m screwed. I don’t know why, but I rarely give a good one. I’m either too high, too low, too soft, too strong, shaking when I should be letting go, letting go when I should be shaking. Plain and simple, I’m a mess. […]