So I’m in the hostel lobby by myself, writing post cards. The Greatest Hits of Sting and the Police is playing over the speakers. I’m alone because my siblings are off ostensibly shopping on this the last day of our travels, but since I accidentally found the birthday cake they inexpertly hid in the room last [...]
I’m in England with my siblings and cousins. It’s going great so far. I brought 8GB’s worth of memory cards for my camera, which now seems like complete overkill. Nobody actually remembered to buy a voltage converter. We ate lunch at an organic soup and sandwich place in St. Pancras Station without realizing the Cornish [...]
As I’ve said before, my cultural identity is inextricably tied to my concept of family. Family is my cultural identity. My cultural identity is encapsulated by my feelings for my family. This works for both good and bad.
An example I like to give is when my parents have guests over for dinner. Let’s posit a [...]
you know me, or you think you do
you just don’t seem to see
i’ve been waiting all this time to be
something i can’t define
so let’s cause a scene
clap our hands and stomp our feet
or something, yeah something
i just gotta get myself over me
