I'm not entirely sure why champagne on a Tuesday afternoon seems fitting, yet here I am on glass number two of bubbly feeling quite chipper ( Read more... )

Location: Coffee House.

The woman at my right joins a man next to the cream and sugar. She asks him:

"Do you dress up your coffee? I just have mine black."

The phrase "dress up" in relation to coffee immediately pulls my attention away from my current revision of the short story I'm working on. This is why it's difficult for me to write in public ( Read more... )

The idea that I could actually come to a coffee shop, open my laptop and achieve any real work has always been an elusive concept. In reality, it is usually quite difficult for me to write with people around and noises which pose as constant distractions.

Now take this and pair it with an entire table of Spanish club members carrying on a heated ( Read more... )

I sat in class today struck suddenly by the word between.

(Our teacher was discussing Salman Rushdie and the idea of feeling "without country" or "between cultures.")

Something on every other day that might look ordinary seemed out of place to me, and I said it over and over again in my mind.
Between. BEtween. beTWEEN. Betweeeeeen.

I said it over and ( Read more... )

Who knew this phrase could cause such excitement? Baseball game schmaseball game, I'm not gonna lie to you folks. I'm going for the hot dogs. In my opinion dollar hot dogs could end world wars.

I ate so many hot dogs as a kid, my best friend who rode the bus home with me every day would know exactly what I meant when I asked, "One or two?" when we ( Read more... )

If I were still wandering through my hypothetical carnival, I would  now be in the House of Mirrors. No doubt a frumpy woman with frazzled orange hair and thick horn-rimmed glasses took my tickets so I could stumble through rooms of varying disorientation. (And an odd amount of tickets at that!) Similar to a haunted house I'm ultimately paying for ( Read more... )

I make choices everyday. These choices propel me through the days and weeks with a building momentum.  I'm spinning, my body wild and flagrant. In mornings I feel heavy and used but at night I am a spectacle, restless, wandering and scarcely human ( Read more... )

I am a Journalism major.

For better or for worse I came to this decision, I'm sure through some rigorous elimination process involving a legal pad and a long list of pros and cons. Oh wait, no...no that's not even remotely true.

Sure, I could have chosen English. I love to write, I love literature. No no....I chose Journalism. Here I am, sitting in ( Read more... )

A couple of weeks ago....

I was seated at a table in the food court inside LaGuardia airport directly facing a restaurant so cleverly named "Mex and the City".  Do you find this incredibly brilliant, or very wrong?

I'd once again traveled to NY only to leave again with the same pain that accompanies each departure. It's comparable to breaking up with ( Read more... )

Il pleut. Il y a du brouillard ( Read more... )