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Hurting William Gibson's feelings

Your blog must die

One more sun-dappled, soul-mottled, earthquake-rattled Hollywood novelist

Loitering with intent

There aren’t enough solid things in it

Homely cooking

Stripping the Naked Chef

Norm life

Weegee's world

You're just asking for trouble

Lost in thought between the weeds and peeling walls

A subtle dash of colour in a usually invisible place

Summer barbecue down under

Creamy for tofu

Airplane food

Need some wood?

Literary tourists with a Leica

Gastronautic navigation

Eat, memory

Every sentence is a pretext for sex, sex, sex, sex