February 2012
22 posts
Cuaresma
See you in 40 days, sweet libation.
we're not bitter, homestay week 6
highs: struggling through an explanation of Lent to my Muslim host sister, specifically the absolutely priceless moment where I had to stop talking awkwardly when I realized I coudn’t explain mardi gras without condemning our entire country.
lows: I need a room to myself. And if I hear one more word about Spain I will go postal.
secret-circus:
Beirut: Postcards from Italy
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just please somebody hire me
even though i get really flushed and say “fantastic” too many times during skype interviews
even though my major takes at least four sentences to explain
even though I have no real world experience outside of food service
ok? fantastic. oh, shit.
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After reading this, kind of glad I missed the... →
John Freeman, "Allowances"
eyebrowwws:
I gave myself excuses. This is for my pain– and this, and this. Terrible things. Pain. My pain. All so I might twice a month get on a train to witness yours.
the feminism in a muslim country post that was...
It’s very easy to talk about “Women in the Middle East” from Chicago. It’s easy to talk about the rights, or lack thereof, of women in the nebulous region where we know bad things are happening, and its easy to feel indignant on their behalf. We confuse hijabs, burkas, and jellabas; we don’t really know what we’re talking about. Hell, I still don’t some of...
January 2012
25 posts
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what is it about me
that makes every boy put “angel from montgomery” on a mix cd for me? I am neither an angel nor am I from Montgomery.
turns out facebook still has poke.
bruce your tour is so inconvenient for me.
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You're the rain that will come to Chicago during...
“I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, then all at once.”
– John Green
today I ate sheep liver with my hands and bought a USB modem to have internet to apply for a job halfway across the world. Maybe I’m the only one who thinks that’s sort of amusing. There is no reason for this to be amusing.
culture shock
is very real and very humbling. baby steps.
I'M IN THE PARIS AIRPORT
THIS IS COOL Y’ALL
will be a little mia
…as I’m leaving for Morocco now. Love and fear and buying trashy magazines at the airport and customs and three continents in less than 24 hours.
oh my
“Dinner is poured.”
– My 12 year old brother #dysfunctional
also my resolutions were:
“run a marathon, be less jealous, keep my grades up”
I’m still a jealous bitch but the other two worked out. go team!
this year
january- I do exactly one day of Kuvia. I make a best friend in Chicago. I feel my relationship falling apart. I make new years resolutions I intend to keep.
february- Snowpocalypse. I fly to Vermont. The airline loses my bag, I lose my relationship. Anna and Eleanor visit, I am eternally grateful. I am hospitalized.
march- I learn some lessons about trust. I am mostly sad, I think. I...