He plays hard to get. I can’t count on him. He is rude to me. He steals my money. He can be a bit rough. No, I am not talking about my boyfriend (who is as cuddly as a teddy bear and cute as a button), I am talking about the Seattle Metro of course!… Continue reading Playing Hard to Get with Seattle Metro
Month: March 2012
Kiss Me, I’m Irish-ish
Perhaps the best part about being American is that we care about lineage, however fuzzy and distant it may be. Since we’re all mutty and come from all over, we take pride in saying I’m a quarter this or that, my great great great grandmother was Russian and so on. My dad’s side is Irish.… Continue reading Kiss Me, I’m Irish-ish
Calorie Bazaar: Quantifying Bites and Negotiating Trades at the Dinner Table
There’s an Assyrian saying about eating in front of someone who’s not eating, “sapee khjboonelah” or “you’re counting my bites.” It’s bad manners to be at the table and be the only one eating, so I guess this is supposed to encourage others to eat too. My mom came over for dinner yesterday and pointed… Continue reading Calorie Bazaar: Quantifying Bites and Negotiating Trades at the Dinner Table
Job Description Difficulties
When you meet someone new in the US, usually the second question out of their mouth is, “So, what do you do?” No matter what I say, 95% of the time I get a blank stare in return, and I’m tired of it! I’ve tried switching up my responses, gauging what the other person might… Continue reading Job Description Difficulties
Dijkstra’s Bloodstained Bullfighters
When I think of Rineke Dijkstra’s work, the first thing to come to mind are her beach scenes. Glowing adolescent bodies against eerie blue greys. What I was not prepared for when I visited Dijkstra’s retrospective at SF MoMA this week was how captivating the bullfighter portraits would be. Not only for the contradictions they… Continue reading Dijkstra’s Bloodstained Bullfighters