I lived in Japan for a year. Most of my experiences were exhausting in ways I’d rather not get into, but this one still makes me laugh.
I was on the train in Osaka, minding my own business, when I noticed a group of school kids a few seats down. They were whispering, glancing at me, then whispering again. They kept passing a folded piece of paper between them as if they were planning something top secret.
I watched this go on for two stops.
Finally, one of the kids was pushed forward by the others. He walked over to me slowly, like he was approaching a wild animal that might bite. He stopped right in front of me, bowed politely, and held out the folded paper with both hands.
I opened it.
Inside was a handwritten note in careful English: “Hello. We think you are a very cool person. We are practicing our English. We hope this note is correct. Please give us a score.”
At the bottom, they had drawn a literal grading box, out of ten.
I looked up. Seven pairs of eyes were staring at me as if their entire semester depended on my response.
I pulled out a pen, wrote “10/10” in the box, and added a note: “Perfect English. Well done.”
The boy carried it back to the group. They read it together… and absolutely lost their minds. High-fives, jumping, and one kid even pumped his fist in the air.
Their teacher, who had been pretending not to watch from the end of the car, was biting her lip, trying hard not to smile.
I rode the rest of the journey grinning to myself.
That’s the Japan I always remember.
It’s not a straight shot to the far side of the Moon! 🌕
Over approximately 10 days, the Artemis II astronauts will orbit Earth twice before looping around the far side of the Moon in a figure eight and returning home.
We see our home planet as a whole, lit up in spectacular blues and browns. A green aurora even lights up the atmosphere. That's us, together, watching as our astronauts make their journey to the Moon.
Good morning, world! 🌎
We have spectacular new high-resolution images of our home planet, all of us looking back through the Orion capsule window at our Artemis II astronauts as they continue their journey to the Moon.
Σε άλλα, αισιόδοξα νέα, σήμερα στην #Αιμοδοσία, στην διπλανή ξαπλώστρα, έδινε αίμα παράλληλα με εμένα μια 20χρονη κοπέλα, η οποία μάλιστα ρωτούσε πώς θα βγάλει κάρτα τακτικού αιμοδότη. #υπαρχειελπιδα
That's it. That's the best picture from Saturday's No Kings protests in the USA.
The literal Statue of Liberty being detained by police. It doesn't get much more poetic than this.
An Iranian man left this comment on my YouTube channel. This is without a doubt the single best explanation of the reality facing Iranian people today👇
"As an Iranian, I can tell you the situation is no longer just political—it's existential. We are trapped between two collapsing structures: one internal, one external. On one hand, we face a deeply dysfunctional government, led by the Supreme Leader and the Islamic Republic’s unelected institutions.
Decades of economic mismanagement, suppression of dissent, and brutal ideological control have alienated multiple generations. No one believes in reform anymore—because every attempt has either been co-opted or crushed. But here's the paradox: We are also terrified of regime collapse—because we've watched the aftermath of Western intervention in countries like Iraq, Libya, Syria, and Afghanistan. Each was promised freedom; each descended into chaos, civil war, or foreign occupation.
So no, we don't trust the U.S. or Israel. Not because we support our regime—but because we know how imperial powers treat ‘liberated’ nations in the Middle East.
Freedom, in their language, often means vacuum, fire, and permanent instability. Right now, many Iranians live with three truths at once: The Islamic Republic is morally and politically bankrupt. The alternatives offered by foreign actors are not liberation—they’re collapse.
A bad government is survivable. No government is not. We are not silent because we agree. We are cautious because we’ve learned—too well—what happens when superpowers decide to "help." In a sentence: Iran is a nation held hostage by its own regime, but haunted by the fate of its neighbors. We are stuck in a house we hate, surrounded by fires we fear more."
Αυτά είναι τά "δόντια" που καθορίζουν την προτεραιότητα στις πλατείες και τα συναντάς στην Ιταλία, την Ελβετία και πιθανώς και αλλού, για τα οποία έχω γράψει πολλές φορές. Οταν τα βρίσκεις μπροστά σου σταματάς γιατί ο άλλος έχει προτεραιότητα. Οπως βλέπετε στην φωτό, αυτός που ετοιμάζεται να μπει στην πλατεία πρέπει να περιμένει γιατί προτεραιότητα έχει αυτός που βρίσκεται ήδη στην πλατεία. Σε μας συμβαίνει το αντίθεντο, κόντρα σε ότι συμβαίνει στην υπόλοιπη Ευρώπη.
Εγώ, ένας απλός επισκέπτης, το είδα και το βρήκα πολύ πρακτικό όταν οδηγείς και δεν έχεις να προβηματίζεσαι αν έχεις η δεν έχεις προτεραιότητα. Τα "δόντια" αυτά δεν τα συναντάς μόνο στις πλατείες αλλά και στις διασταυρώσεις και κανείς δεν μπορεί να σου πει, δεν πρόσεξα το STOP. Τόσοι κρατικοί αξιωματούχοι διαχρονικά πηγαινοέρχονται στο Εξωτερικό. Μόνο στα πολυτελή ξενοδοχεία και στις δεξιώσεις είναι το ενδιαφέρον τους; Δεν μπορούν να δουν κάτι χρήσιμο και πρακτικό που χρησιμοποιούν άλλοι και να το εφαρμόσουν και στην χώρα τους;
Και φυσικά δεν είναι το μόνο χρήσιμο που εφαρμόζεται αλλού και έπρεπε να το εφαρμόσουν και εδώ...
I own a small bakery. Business has been slow. Rent is up. I was thinking about closing.
Last Friday, a teenager came in. He looked nervous. He counted out change for a cookie. He was short 50 cents.
"It's okay," I said. "Take it."
He ate it at a table, looking at his math homework. He looked stuck.
I used to be a math tutor.
I walked over. "Quadratic equations?"
He nodded. "I don't get it."
I sat down and helped him for 20 minutes. He got it. He left smiling.
The next day, he came back with two friends. They bought cookies.
The day after that, five kids came.
Apparently, he told the school, "The lady at the bakery helps with homework."
Now, my bakery is the after-school hang-out spot. It's loud. It's messy. There are backpacks everywhere.
Yesterday, I found a note in the tip jar. It was wrapped around a $20 bill.
"Thanks for helping my son pass math. A Mom."
I'm not closing the bakery.
I think I finally found my purpose.
It's not cookies. It's community.
In English, we say, “Can I be a child again?”
But in poetry, we say, “Take me back to when laughter was endless, and my dreams were bigger than my fears.”
Tonight at Walmart, I watched a 5 year old boy ask a little girl if he could hug her because he liked her sweater.
She said, "No."
He smiled, "Okay! I like your sweater. Bye!" and ran back to his dad.
To his dad, he proudly said:
"I didn't hug her because she said no... but I told her I liked her sweater!"
His dad replied, "Cool, buddy!"
'...and they
went on shopping.
If a 5-year-old boy can understand consent and respect a "No," then so can every adult.
Στο Βρετανικό Μουσείο υπάρχει μια υπέροχη μαρμάρινη ανάγλυφη πλάκα που απεικονίζει ακριβώς την παρακάτω σκηνή .
Ὁ γέρος Πρίαμος, μεταμφιεσμένος σὲ ζητιάνο, φτάνει νύχτα στη σκηνὴ του Αχιλλέα ,το δολοφόνο του γιου του, Ἕκτορα.
Πέφτει στα γόνατα, φιλάει τα ανδροφόνους χέρια που σκότωσαν το παιδί του και λέει:
«Σκέψου τον πατέρα σου… κι εγὼ ήμουν κάποτε ευτυχισμένος.»
Και τότε ο ἀδάμαστος Ἀχιλλέας κλαίει μαζί του.
Δύο ἐχθροί, νικητὴς και ηττημένος, μοιράζονται το ίδιο κλάμα, την ίδια θλίψη των θνητών.
Τι εννοεί ο Όμηρος στην πιο συγκλονιστική σκηνή της Ιλιάδας;
Ότι η αληθινή δύναμη δεν κρύβεται στους μυς, στον πλούτο ή στην εξουσία.
Ο Πρίαμος, βασιλιάς με τα πάντα (πλούτο, εξουσία, γιους), γονατίζει σαν ζητιάνος μπροστά στον Αχιλλέα , τον δολοφόνο του πιο αγαπημένου του παιδιού.
Ο Αχιλλέας, ο απόλυτος πολεμιστής που δεν φοβάται κανέναν, κλαίει σαν μικρό παιδί.
Η δύναμη δεν είναι σε αυτό για το οποίο μάχεσαι,
αλλά σε αυτό για το οποίο γονατίζεις.
Βρίσκεται στη λέξη που ενώνει καρδιές,
στην ταπεινοφροσύνη.
Μετά από 2.800+ χρόνια, αυτή η στιγμή εξακολουθεί να μας διδάσκει:
Η μεγαλύτερη δύναμη είναι η καρδιά που λυγίζει και αγαπάει.
Τα υπόλοιπα ασήμαντα...
After a certain age, your parents slowly become your children.
They ask simple questions, repeat stories, and depend on your patience the way you once depended on theirs. Very few understand this role reversal. What looks like innocence or inconvenience is really time coming full circle. Don’t correct them harshly. Don’t rush them. Care for them the way they once protected you. This is not a burden. It is repayment, quietly wrapped as love.