You never realize how much nonsense you own until it’s time to move. And the writing is on the wall in its clearest incarnation when you are moving across seas and can only take what you can carry. No chance to shove entire drawers of odds and ends into a box and tape it upContinue reading “A lesson in overcoming sentimentality”
I was sitting in the airport in Geneva waiting for my flight to Berlin. It was delayed 2 hours but I was in no particular hurry because nobody was waiting for me. An old couple sat opposite me and began a quiet conversation. The lady unzipped a bag and pulled out a wax paper wrappedContinue reading “Beethoven Symphony #9”
I landed in Berlin on a Friday evening and though it was pitch back like the dead of night I looked at my watch to discover it was only 6:30pm. I made my way from the airport onto a bus and then walked the longest half block of my life to the train station. During that time several wild dogs raced past me as if they were being chased by even wilder dogs. On my train ride, I observed several unassuming commuters holding half filled bottles of beers with no hint of shame or disgrace to be drinking alcohol while riding public transportation
One of my most vivid positive childhood memories was of the day I discovered the joy of sharing.
I was 5 or 6 years old and had to get a routine immunization shot. Usually I got them the same time as at least one sister but this time for some reason it was just me. My father took me to the clinic in the afternoon just when a lot of cars started appearing on the road. It was the time of day when it seemed as if everyone suddenly realized they had somewhere to go.
A little over a month ago I moved from California to France. Whether or not the move is a permanent one is yet to be determined, however, in a literal attempt to liberate myself I sold or gave away everything I owned that did not fit in one of my three suitcases.
Before I left I was eager and entirely optimistic. I’ve wanted to live in France ever since I opened my first Hexagon textbook in second form. I knew then that it was just a matter of time
I want to write about something but I don’t have anything to say. I want to tell you a story but there are so many I don’t know which one to choose. This must be what it feels like to try too hard. Except I’m not really doing anything at all. Just sitting here inContinue reading “I want to write about something but I don’t have anything to say.”
“Be careful what you wish for…” That is one of the refrains that has been drilled into my head since the beginning of time. A caution, a warning. Don’t ask for something you don’t really want. Watch your words, they hold more power than you realize. I think instead of a warning this refrain shouldContinue reading ““Be careful what you wish for…””
To my faithful readers who I’ve neglected – I’m still alive! I’ve been cooking up a few things these past few silent months and can’t wait to share some good news. For now I study for my Game theory and International macro-finance exams next week. I will emerge victorious and return to regale you with moreContinue reading “Soon come”
These past few days I’ve been thinking a lot about America’s culture. In particular the gun culture that is pervasive throughout the country. In 2007 I was a student in West Virginia and one Monday morning in April there was a breaking news report of a shooting incident at Virginia Tech. Now, this was aContinue reading “Lamentation (Dear America)”
I meant to write a *’horror’ story in honor of valentines day but the week moved so quickly that before I knew it the day of love was long past. Well, it’s never too late to have something to say is it? So, once upon a time I decided that things were going so goodContinue reading “Valentine’s Day Horror Story part 1.”