One dollar. I’d like you to think of the last time you bought something for a dollar. It might be hard to do. As you wrack your brain, you might think of the last time you went to a vending machine. No dice. A bag of chips, the weight of which is half air, costs…
Hello all, and Merry Christmas to those who celebrate! If you were a little surprised to see a notification pop up today, I can understand. Christmas festivities often involve pushed-back obligations and a weekend full of festivities. Many log off, spend time with friends or family, or spend a long, quiet weekend indulging in some…
I started learning Japanese this year on a whim. I’d been thinking about matcha, looking up chawans on the internet, and decided, heck, why not? I’d love to visit Japan one day. So I dove in, downloading Duolingo, signing up for WaniKani, and practicing my hiragana and katakana on Tofugu. That’s how I normally decide…
Some loves are born out of necessity. As one of four children in a one-car household, I walked everywhere I could: elementary, middle, and high school; my first job; friend’s houses; dates. It didn’t matter if it was a block away or across town, I’d meander through the streets of my city, dressed for work…
“I am a spy, a sleeper, a spook, a man of two faces. Perhaps not surprisingly, I am also a man of two minds. I am not some misunderstood mutant from a comic book or a horror movie, although some have treated me as such. I am simply able to see any issue from both…
Gothic literature has been following the same tropes for centuries: old, dilapidated mansions filled with secrets; wealthy families fallen from grace; oil paintings illuminated by candelabra in a thunderstorm; young heroines, fleeing into the night in terror. Since the late eighteenth century, these tropes have been used time and time again to critique power, gender,…
Chinese teas make up the bulk of my tea shelves. As the top tea-producing country in the world, that isn’t much of a surprise. Our shelves mirror the market, and we become familiar with the most accessible teas we can buy. Sure I have some teas from Taiwan, a couple from India, and the other…
About halfway through Americanah, we see the origin of Ifemelu’s blog, “Raceteenth or Various Observations About American Blacks (Those Formerly Known as Negroes) by a Non-American Black”. She makes her first post and checks the stats a little later. Nine people have read it. She panics and takes the post down, editing and modifying it…
“In my peer education courses I was taught to say that I am a person with schizoaffective disorder. "Person-first language" suggests that there is a person in there somewhere without the delusion and the rambling and the catatonia.But what if there isn't? What happens if I see my disordered mind as a fundamental part of…
I finished On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous sitting in the passenger seat of my car. The tollway roared beneath me. Closing the book, I looked out over the empty land blurring past my window and said to my partner, “God damn. That was a book.” I couldn’t think of any other way to describe it…
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