Category: NOT NEW YORK
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Overlooking Toronto
Toronto on the surface pretty much feels like the U.S., except there are slightly different accents, sentences punctuated with “eh” and signs translated in French. Someone lame is a dude bro, and fries with gravy are totally natural. I knew little about Toronto and preferred to keep it that way. “Toronto?” A Canadian friend said…
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A Brush With Royalty
After climbing a hilly sidewalk to get to Casa Loma, we stumbled upon soldiers in uniform. They were lined up facing the mansion, and a small crowd had begun to gather. I saw a woman in black walk solemnly into the house. Was it a funeral? An arrest? We later learned they were celebrating the…
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Toronto, eh?
This pretty much sums up Toronto nightlife (at least how we experienced it this week), which explains why I had time to blog this the night before my flight. I don’t really know how to describe the city. It has its charming, interesting parts, but there isn’t anything about it that makes me want to…
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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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Lola goes to the harbor
In light of the beautiful weekend we’re about to have, here’s the third and last of the Lola Likes series: Lola goes to the harbor, which was taken on a similarly beautiful day in Baltimore. I’d insert something witty in here, but St. Patty’s was a bit rough on me, and I promptly fell asleep…
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Lola Likes, episode 2
My friend, upon viewing the first episode of “Lola Likes,” commented on how hyper she was. I think the second episode sheds more light on the savage beast. You see, Lola’s a Gemini (like me!), which means she has split personalities. Just like how my personalities are awesome and even more awesome, Lola straddles between…
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Lola likes, episode 1
I’ve often been asked what Lola does when it’s not winter*. Does she like warm days? Does she frolic outside when there isn’t snow to plow through? The answer, my friends, is that yes. As much as this may surprise you, she actually doesn’t hibernate in the warm months only to emerge when the temperature…
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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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A bit MIA for the holidays
I was in Baltimore the last few days helping my boyfriend move into his internet-less apartment, which writing-wise was pure misery and explains the lack of blog posts, but fun-wise definitely enjoyable. Getting there, though, was such an ordeal. On my way to the bus stop Saturday, I ran right into SantaCon NYC 2009, smack…