A Few Fuck-Yous…


...Brought to you by international air and train travel. 1. Fuck you for wearing your skunk perfume on a plane (also on the train...I'm looking at you, passengers of renfe who showered in old man cologne). I'm glad you're making an effort to smell good but we're all hurtling through the sky in a coke... Continue Reading →

holaaaaaa


Here I am, sitting in the dining room of a small Spanish grandmother, looking at a silver plaque of "La Ultima Cena de Jesus" (The Last Supper) whilst a cool breeze blows across my shoulders. It's bright out -- surprisingly less humid than the past four days -- and I can hear the neighbors chatting... Continue Reading →

Mingbin, Gaga and Me


I do not want to get on this plane.  I want to stay in this state of airport gate-waiting for eternity. I'm not afraid to fly. I don't particularly like it, and usually I feel a little ill when I fly, but it's only an hour flight and I have good music and a book about... Continue Reading →

I Have Arrived


Everyone in this city is the friendliest person I've ever met. They're all so happy, and each person is nicer than the next, and I don't understand. I'm almost always in a good mood, at least around strangers, but I'd thought I was in the minority on that front. But nooooo, everyone here is so... Continue Reading →

I Live in Mist


What is it about weather that inspires us to write? More specifically, why are we always moved by rain? I suppose rain symbolizes new beginnings as it cleans the streets and helps the crops and flowers grow. I think there's something more, some other reason that we like to write poems and songs and entire... Continue Reading →

Henrietta


I'd never liked antiquing before -- my mother half-dragging me around rooms full of musty nonsense that nobody wanted, my feet tired, my nose stinging a little from all that dust and "history." History in quotes, of course, because much of it seems to be weird plastic crap from the 1970s that got tossed out... Continue Reading →

Bye Bye Bangalore, Bangalore Goodbye…


I'm leaving early. I'm leaving early, after one session instead of two, and it's so bittersweet, because there are things I love about this country -- the food, the constant respect I receive, the way everything lights up and twinkles at night -- and things I truly despise -- the sheer number of people and cars, the... Continue Reading →

Good.


I never know how to explain this place to people when they ask, so I always just awkwardly say "good." I thought maybe I hated it before, which was mostly due to the fact that I was basically living on a toilet dealing with some serious E. coli. But now, since my stomach is no... Continue Reading →

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