It’s December. It’s that time of the year again when the world seems to spin at a slower pace, when things become mellow no matter rain or shine, and when reminiscing becomes inevitable. Living in Indonesia almost all my life, the Christmas tree I know… Read More
I stumbled across this piece of wisdom, scrawled on the wall of a hostel’s toilet by a traveler with a knack for philosophy, during my break from Manuel Castells and Alain Touraine[1]. As a person who happens to despise motivational speakers, inspirational quotes, or popular… Read More
I have already shared that I am not a big soccer fan, yet I went to Camp Nou in Barcelona. I briefly compared the trophy gallery in Camp Nou with the one in Santiago Bernabeu as well as FC Barca’s achievements versus Real Madrid’s. I… Read More
Dear Twosocks, There is definitely a strange emotional bond between men in my life and soccer. My dad loved soccer so much that he kicked me out of the room for shouting at the screen during matches, effectively ending my brief fling with the sport… Read More
The Dusty Sneakers 