“Ladies and gentlemen,” buzzed a tired-sounding women over the microphone. The noise reverberated in the corner of the waiting area. “Flight 605 to Spokane has been canceled due to understaffing. Please make your way to the concierge to arrange accommodations. We apologize on behalf of Alaska Airlines.” The mood in the room was resounding confusion…… Continue reading Road Trip
The Congregation House
From the outside—with its ornate windows, magnificent stone details, and the adjacent, jutting precipice of St. Mary’s Church—the aptly named Congregation House seems more of a parish chapel or gothic chantry than a stylish café. Walking into the café, I noted the speckled-stone grave markers just feet from the entrance. I hoped the departed liked…… Continue reading The Congregation House
Stanley Knife Snack
“When you visit Europe, you must shop at a Christmas market!” I’ve heard that suggestion at least a thousand times after I told my friends that I would be studying abroad in England during the fall semester and it proved to be within good reason. Markets are a staple of the European Christmas tradition…… Continue reading Stanley Knife Snack
Land of Gold and the Music to Match
As a person who has not ventured much into the world of Indian music, only hearing the sitar within the Western contexts of the experimental songs by the Rolling Stones and the Beatles, Anoushka Shankar’s Land Of Gold was an insightful listen. Shankar begins her album with a track called “Boat of Nowhere” which indicates…… Continue reading Land of Gold and the Music to Match
The question isn’t answered if an answer isn’t questioned
Why am I here? I would much rather be at home. I could ask myself this same question anywhere, whether I’m wandering around the University Parks or shopping for new sneakers at Westgate. Yet the idea doesn’t appear except in the smallest corner of my mind, when I’m standing on the sidelines of an Oxford…… Continue reading The question isn’t answered if an answer isn’t questioned
bacchae
By the time we arrive at the club for our weekly bout of binge-drinking and scream-singing along to that week’s top hits, there is already a line wrapped around the outside of the building. The corners of my mouth tug downward into a grimace, but I push forward and claim us two spots in the…… Continue reading bacchae
rituals
I step outside on an afternoon in September, sunglasses on and shirt sleeves rolled up only to find myself confronted with gray clouds low overhead and a biting wind at my back. I think, for a moment about going back for my coat but my head is still pounding, last night’s mistakes are still roiling…… Continue reading rituals
