Archive for the ‘ FOREIGNERS ’ Category
She turned me on to music that I never heard before. She told me stories from a cup I hadn’t learned to pour. And I don’t know what hurt it more: Professional journals or perpetual burn holes scarring up the dirty floor. Peace. While I was in the car, uncharacteristically listening to Kanye and Drake, I [ READ MORE ]
I discuss my impending trip back to Europe, and mope about my overheated room in [ READ MORE ]
Lord Cut-Glass, in his kitchen full of time, squats down alone to a dogdish, marked Fido, of peppery fish-scraps and listens to the voices of his sixty-six clocks, one for each year of his loony age, and watches, with love, their black-and-white moony loudlipped faces tocking the earth away: slow clocks, quick clocks, pendulumed heart-knocks, [ READ MORE ]
What is America? Is it a hamburger? Is it a hotdog? Don’t expect anything. Or as my Filipino-expat Operations professor said “Never expect life lessons or realism from movies.” (With a sweeping gesture: “One day, all this could be yours!”) But today there were four hours spent over tea, sharing unbridled larfs about this time where I [ READ MORE ]
Premise: Real life conversation via hashtags. Assume all Earthlings have a direct link to their God, whereby God is the Master of all Hashtags and Creator of All Content. Androgynous Earth Traveler: “AET NEEDS PROOF. AET NEEDS TROOF.” God: “Maybe you should call AAA. Call AAA for the hell of it.” AET: “Maybe I will later. [ READ MORE ]
BLOG IS BACK, BACK AGAIN. BLOG IS BACK, TELL A FRIEND. Well, no, you don’t have to do that. Just thought I’d interrupt my study-time– and your life– to celebrate the return of my ambling and often-pointless chatter. Seems like I tripped some hidden wires while posting those last couple of links, but the security team [ READ MORE ]
I apologize to the Danes, whose intelligence I may have insulted two posts ago. Much to my chagrin, my role model at work pointed out that not only do “hedgehog funds” exist, but her husband made his company millions on Wall Street by first instituting them. This goes to show that I, too, am prone [ READ MORE ]
I don’t know what that portends, but I feel like it might be connected to this event: A Chinaman hacked a loogie into my garbage can at work today. The three of us stared at him staring at his own mucus. Mnogo obicham ![ READ MORE ]
Soon it will be the 1st anniversary of my transatlantic debut. I wear my London clothes, my London perfume, London shoes, my London walk. It isn’t enough. On foreigners and finance and the future: In a discussion of IRAs and mutual funds, the Danish(?) girl in my class asked the professor a question about the “nature of hedgehog funds.” I [ READ MORE ]
What with my mother obsessively hooked on WeightWatchers and living with four (yes, FOUR) stick-thin European chicks who eat tuna and ramen and salads and– shudder- Lean Cuisines. I mean, I still remember that time that they ate the last of my potatoes, but that was a fluke in their dietary system. I left class at [ READ MORE ]
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