Compared to the other saleswomen working behind the Clinique cosmetics counter, Cathy is wearing very little make-up: just a sheer line of pale pink eye shadow hugging her lashes and a small amount of black mascara. She is in her late forties, short and plump. Her shoulder-length bobbed hair is between blond and grey, and her highlights are ( Read more... )

Emily Pasternak says she began fencing her freshman year of High School because she’s “always been inspired by ass-kicking, sword-wielding heroines.” She giggles as she says this, wrinkling her nose. Emily, petite and feminine, does not resemble a stereotypical warrior, but then again, she says, “Fencing’s not really like that at all.”

At ( Read more... )

Alex Agadjanov, manager of Café HookahA cold gust of air causes the customers of Café Hookah to huddle together around their pipes each time the front door opens. It’s late on a Friday night and all the tables inside the narrow restaurant are full. The lights are low and the air is alive with Arabic music. The smell of smoke and spices permeates ( Read more... )

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To me New Year's Eve used to seem glamorous and elegant, but it has become one of the holidays I dislike the most. This is because the pressure to find something really cool to do always seems to outweigh the reality of this night ( Read more... )

It's funny. The last time I posted an entry, the livejournal website looked completely different. It's been redone, and I didn't even notice ( Read more... )

Well the Summer seems officially over, and all that goes with it. It started raining a few days ago, and has been annoyingly wet and ominously dark ever since. Booo. (I feel the need to update my readers (should I happen to have any left) because while I remain in Portland, most of you are off doing fun and exciting things ( Read more... )

I had this discussion with my friend while studying for my Law in the Political Arena midterm (it's not nearly as exciting as it sounds ( Read more... )

No, I don't mean homecoming as in a football game with lots of tailgates and sluttily-dressed sorority girls dancing on shittily-made floats down Sheridan Road...although that was fun in it's own way! I mean coming home, and realizing how your life has changed by contrasting it to your old life ( Read more... )

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