I said I wouldn't talk politics. I lied. This place never - ever - ceases to amaze me. I think we're the only city in Europe that does not directly elect its mayor. We 'the people' have no say-so whatsoever in who will represent us in the city we purport to love so much. So […]

It's been two years since the Syrian 'crisis' began. Two years since CNN and BBC, and now even Al-Jazeera, tell us the same stories they were telling in 1994 about the sad fate of Bosnia and Herzegovina. Years of failed 'diplomacy' had seen millions flee their homes, hundreds of thousands dead, and billions of people […]

I'm a bit grumpy today. I'm working on a project that seems to be more like damage control than producing something of use to anyone. That discourages me. Then procrastination sets in. I'm a pitiful procrastinator if I'm not excited about what I'm doing. I have mastered the art. So it goes. My son Noah […]

I'm humbled. It's been exactly a week since we returned. For five of those nights I don't think I slept more than an hour a night.  It surprised me how long I made it without any shut-eye. I definitely took sleep for granted. I guess because we have to do it I always assumed I […]

Time is winding down...as it does. Our Florida trip is coming to a close. It has been a sunny, relaxing and at times tiring holiday. I won't whine - it would be bad karma, but Sabina and I are very much looking forward to our almost three year old son returning to school. I find […]

Yup, Sabina was right. Definitely not much flowin' off the fingertips. Danis Tanovic's film won the Silver Bear at the Berlinale. That made me happy. The topic of his film made me sad. Or maybe even mad. But problems don't get solved until we start talking about them. So let's hope we start talking. Thank […]

My wife is right. She says when I come to the states I usually find myself rather flat for writing. Today is no exception. But I'll try anyway. My excuse is that I'm on holiday. I'm taking a break. I'm supposed to unwind. I want and need to unplug. Shouldn't we all? She says it's more […]

I don't think I've made a conscious decision to regurgitate specific events or memories from my past. If I have, I'm certainly not aware of it...yet. But Josip's face keeps coming back to me. Let me tell you why. It might be a long one. East Mostar. September 1993. I think. We got stuck in […]

I'm a bit flabbergasted about the response to my last post. I have always, and probably always will, contemplated my role in Bosnian society. I don't think anyone's can be strictly or narrowly defined. But there is one role that I am particularly fond of. Simon and Garfunkel called it 'feelin' groovy', the Beach Boys […]

I openly admit it. I am schizophrenic about where I want to be and when at the moment. What is a man to do? Two great choices. Well, an infinite number of choices. Right now I dabble with two. So as I sit here in 25 degree weather (or 77 if you wanna talk F), […]