I listen. I read. I watch.
I’ve carried a little blue notebook with me through a dozen or so countries, separate from my personal journal. Whenever something interesting crosses my path, I jot it down in this notebook. When I picked up an article about different castes and styles of pickpockets in Myanmar, I wrote down the classifications. When a Vietnamese student told me about an ancient king’s vision of a golden dragon in Hanoi, I pulled out my notebook. When a history lecturer mentioned that Border Collies are as much a product of the Industrial Revolution as automobiles, I wrote it down.
That’s the type of writing I have here. Not my personal jaunts and epiphanies, not the best coconut coffee in Vietnam, or the Top 5 Day Trips from Santiago.
Anecdotes. Culture. History. Visions. Interviews. Sayings. Obsessions. Anything that finds its way, strangefully, into my faded blue notebook.