Tag: travel
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The Work-Work Balance
Every writer’s dream (and yes, I’m talking absolutes here because this is the one absolute that’s universally true, and anyone who disagrees is a fucking liar) is to write whatever they want, when they want, wherever they want.
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Chinese Takeout
My favorite type of travel is the long, lingering kind. The kind that sees the best of somewhere as well as the not so best. The kind that lets me sit, study and hang. It’s how I ended up in Staunton, Bristol and Fredericksburg. Their one main attraction, aside from a guaranteed paycheck, was that they…
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Bagnapper’s delight
Just in case you were mystified by my lack of updates, let me direct you to my Twitter. Long story long, I’ve been a tad preoccupied with a major research project at work, on top of being gone for nearly three weeks for Thanksgiving and meetings in Toronto, Chicago, San Francisco, Silicon Valley and San…
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Writing & Drawing from Life Abroad
The months leading up to graduating from college are kind of terrifying. I, ever the wise one, decided to do it in a different country. In January 2007, I threw my stuff into a suitcase (in 30 minutes, I kid you not), said goodbye to my weeping parents and spent my last semester of college…
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Poor Man’s Shia & Other Things
I’d read somewhere Toronto had a thriving underground nightlife, and my friends were determined to find it. Luckily some Torontonians they’d met on another trip showed us the places to go to be seen. I went along with it, despite my usual desire not to be seen by anyone but the people I want to…
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Subways and Streetcars
It’s easy to get around Toronto. One morning S. and I wandered over to the outskirts of Toronto to a Cambodian restaurant, where she talked to the owner in Cambodianglish for 10 minutes. “I’m proud of myself!” she said afterward. Here, we waited for the streetcar. Just around the corner from our hotel, Union Station.…
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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…
