http://www.noborders.org/blog/ en-us http://www.noborders.org/blog/ http://www.noborders.org/blog/index.php?id=P8 I'm not sure why I have not written about Leslie Cheung's suicide yet. Depression and suicide are particularly difficult issues for me. http://www.noborders.org/blog/index.php?id=P6 It was beautifully cool, windy and sunny out today. It was the kind of day that reminded me of living in San Francisco: bright and warm when you were in the sun and the breeze was still. But then suddenly chilly as the wind picked up and blew you around. It was in the midst of this natural enjoyment that I was overcome by emotion listening to a song. http://www.noborders.org/blog/index.php?id=P5 I was sitting in my friend's used bookstore in Lincoln, Nebraska sometime in the early 90's. We were talking late into the night about history, philosophy, poetry.... But all I really remember from that night was hearing Nina Simone's cover of the BeeGees' To Love Somebody for the first time. Days later I would still be singing that song to myself...and it wasn't just the words, but the obvious passion with which she sang them: You don't know how it feels...You don't know how it... http://www.noborders.org/blog/index.php?id=P4 I am haunted by the images I have seen in the paper and on TV of the little boy who lost his arms in an American missile attack. I feel the same sense of shame and responsibility that I felt walking through the Nagasaki Museum or the Peace Park in Hiroshima. Actually, I think the guilt I feel now is even greater. I was at least alive during this event...perhaps I could have/should have done more to try and prevent it? http://www.noborders.org/blog/index.php?id=P3 I just saw the print of Donnie Darko for the first time. I caught it on HBO a few months ago by accident. It was one of those rare times when I was instantly captivated by a film. From the opening bars of Echo & the Bunnymen's "Killing Moon" until the cover of Tears for Fears "Mad World at the end, I could not stop watching. Seeing the Print was even more powerful. Both my brother and I were near tears at the end (ok, I was crying), even though I had seen it before....