“What’s for dinner?“ “Indian.” “Again?” Gita raised her eyes from under her eyebrows telegraphing ‘You shouldn’t be saying such a thing’ message. I pretended I cared. Nothing wrong with wanting an occasional burger, or a pork roast. Instead, every single night Gita made something stewed, seared, mashed, and mixed; something reeking of curry and god […]

He finished his last album. “Blackstar” was finished on  Friday, his birthday, and on Sunday he took off. Even in his death, Bowie is unmatched. A man of million faces and ideas, a man who constantly reinvented himself, is gone, and the loss is debilitating. Well, I’m not on board with this whole dieing business. […]