Observations and selective commentary/interpretation:
- 5 people were looking at a screen displaying flight information. All 5 had a to-go cup of coffee in their left hands. That pose is the salute of modern Americans. Continue reading
Fresh air. Yes, I desperately needed that. After 36 hours of no sleep and almost puking over Long Island, I am starting to feel like a real person again. Continue reading
For the past five years or so, I’ve had a list in my head of things I’d like to do when/if I return to the US:
1) Get a motorcycle license.
2) Learn Spanish.
3) Join a roller derby team.
Roller derby in its current incarnation was revived, well, deep in the heart of Texas. Ironically enough, one of the things I’ll miss the most about Hamburg specifically will by my first roller derby team, the Harbor Girls. Continue reading
Whenever I move, I always get nostalgic. Moving is an excuse to return to past stations of my life before I move forward. As I clean out boxes and bookshelves, I chat with old friends through letters, photos, and CD mixes. I revisit countries through maps, currencies and guidebooks. I go back to school by sifting through university papers and books. I remember what it was like to correspond before online social networks; to travel before GPS, the euro, and PDAs; to study before iPads and Kindl (although I’ve managed to avoid the last three). So this time, packing has become more than a retrospective of my life. It’s also a record of rapidly changing technology over the past 15 years. Continue reading
For the past few years, I’ve been composing stories, essays, and articles in my head. Especially when I go to readings or poetry slams, or when Ashley finishes a new writing project, I always start thinking “yeah, I should write too”. But all that came out on paper has been of academic nature (see links). My narrative voice has been limited to facebook updates. It feels like those dreams where you are screaming, but no sound comes out. Continue reading