The Japanese Pavilion at the Venice Biennial

originally published on Spoon & Tamago This year marks the 60th anniversary of Japan’s presence at the 15th Venice Architecture Biennial. The Venice Architecture Biennial, curated by Chilean architect Alejandro Aravena, is organised into themed pavilions from around the world. The Japan Pavilion drew a bustling and curious crowd, including the attention of the President…

Chortling New Mexico

Hi everyone- its been quite a while since I last posted. Why? Well, I’ve been off the grid in New Mexico on a 25 acre property, courtesy of the Anagram Artist Retreat near Gila National Forest, kitty corner to a little town called Glenwood (where we 9 artists stocked up on internet, library books, and…

Roma in Auschwitz

“The genocide of the Sinti and the Roma was carried out from the same motive of racial mania, with the same premeditation, with the same wish for the systematic and total extermination as the genocide of the Jews. Complete families from the very young to the very old were systematically murdered within the entire sphere of influence of the National Socialists.” -Roman Herzog, Federal President of Germany, 16 March 1997

Part Two: Grandfather’s Story

Before the war I was an avid hunter. An incident after I got home changed that. I was standing pressed against a tree with my 30-30 rifle hanging from my right hand. It was fall and the first day of deer hunting season. It was my first hunt. It was a beautiful day. The fall…

Grandpa’s Story

My grandfather Dave Freda is an incredibly strong human being who has led an inspirational life despite hardship and war. At 87 years old, he is currently recuperating from chemo and throat cancer in a nursing home in Portland, Oregon. This is part of his story.

The Fredas Go to the Painted Hills

This weekend, for the first time ever, some of the Freda family cousins went on a road trip. Joey is visiting from Florida, where he is training in the Navy, so we leapt on the chance to get together for a summer adventure. Representing three different branches of the Freda family, Wyatt, Karen, Joey and…

it is him again

how how does he navigate between who he once was, who he now is, who he will become, who he wants to be there is ketchup between his thighs a black mood beset him at 11:30 and he drove to the mcdonalds on powells sat in the parking lot, car with the lights on, staring into the black windshield, enjoying the…

A semblance of artistry

Dear lovelies,   I write I write and the harp strums It is an other way of thinking I’ll all about criticising societal norms these days My knee proves it. After I fell, I felt and wept emotions down my face beside the trashbin. Downtown Portland: interim home. The skin blisters anew on my knee, a…

Q&A for the Ogasawara highschool summer open house

An island friend of mine, a JET program English teacher at Chichijima, Ogasawara, asked me a couple questions to post up on a display board in the highschool’s international room for their summer open house. I’m reminiscing now and thought to post it here as well.   How did you hear about Ogasawara? My name…

little but big

You go to a social event and here, the way people choose to interact is by rapid fire question and answer. The answers process, lead to further questions, and the “conversation” carries on without carrying anything, devoid of passion and active interest. It’s just another way to fill the space, no? They become thoroughly a…

surplus self, reign it in

I feel as if I have lived a hundred lives Carrying around an ant-filled crawfish, feathers, pennies. Little boys trying to take my dimes. Biting the hairy end off a green onion and leaving it in a store until the shopkeeper ask me for $1.60. (But I hadn’t thought anybody had them!) My right palm…

Back in Portland, Restless

Privately published weeks ago: This post is in lieu of a diary entry. So for now I write filter-free, listening to sweet sweet grooves sitting in a wooden chair in front of a wooden desk at a tea shop near my interim-turned-longterm housing. I remember being so stressed and whiny about trying to find the best housing…