Category: LIFE & STUFF
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Wanderlust, explained
I was at a book reading the other day (and when I say the other day, I should probably say other dayS). I’d gone there alone, as I often do anywhere in the city, not realizing what a social event book readings actually are. There was a lot of “Wow, it’s so great to finally…
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The Cherry Blossom Hunt
“You’re sure enjoying that book.” I looked to my left, and there he was. Sitting on a patch of grass not too far from my patch of grass, this unidentified stater of the obvious had been there for who knows how long, apparently watching me read. “Yeah,” I said, almost directly into the book. Normally,…
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Netflix & Me
It had been a few minutes since the credits first appeared, and still the tears fell. I know what you’re thinking: “What a sap.” And you’re totally right. I wasn’t always this way, however. Growing up, I was the stoic one. Whenever my siblings and I got scolded for something, I was the one staring…
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karenbolipata.com is up & running
You can find this smoker & possibly some non-smokers at karenbolipata.com You might have noticed I’ve been absent. If you haven’t, then fine. I don’t need you anyway… (Come back.) For those of you who have been religiously refreshing my blog in hopes of seeing a new entry — thanks, Dad! — I apologize for…
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Conversations with Strangers
Albert was in his 50s, or given Asians’ tendency to look perpetually young, maybe even older. He sat next to me on the plane, and as I’d gotten very little sleep before my flight (I’d spent the morning running errands and 30 minutes of it packing), I was in no mood for small talk. I…
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‘Nuff said
I remember watching Conan starting in elementary school (Be very afraid, parents everywhere) until I got too busy to watch TV, which happened sometime in college. Like most Coco fans in my generation, I barely watch TV these days, and the shows I do keep track of I watch online, hours after they air. I…
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Sunny the Hair Guy
He stared into the distance, his bottom lip tucked beneath his teeth. After a few moments of silence, as I thought it best not to interrupt him, he turned his gaze onto me. He walked around me in a circle, surveying each tendril, inspecting them from different angles and, with his hands forming a revelation…
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Are you a Tigger or an Eeyore?
Q. Let’s talk about hiring. A. There are a number of things that are really important to me. One — and people laugh that I have this philosophy — is that you only hire Tiggers. You don’t hire Eeyores. It doesn’t mean they have to be loud, but I need energy-givers and I have to…