I recently upgraded my phone to an iPhone 4s. It irritates me to no end that I am hopelessly attached to this inanimate object and what it allows me to do — find bakeries, pester my friends from anywhere there’s a signal, find obscure facts to resolve arguments. I worked with a woman who used …
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I’m still grounded, working many hours weekly on my day job, trying to slap out work for my freelance markets, and if I turn 180 degrees from my monitor, I will see my music stand, an open ukulele case beside it on the floor. While I have some travel writing time carved out in the …
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There wasn’t much to the posting. “We’re looking for a female vocalist who can play the ukulele. Here’s our website, drop us a line if you want to know more.” Something like that, I don’t remember the exact words. I answered in as non-committal a way as I could muster. “I don’t know if I …
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“How are we related again?” asked my cousin. I had never met this cousin, this was the first time we were face to face. We were standing in his father’s house, I’d flown down to spend one night in San Jose so I could attend his father’s memorial. “Your dad is my uncle,” I said. …
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The experiences of travel, over time, blend together into a hazy mosaic of sunrises and sunsets, curries and salads, aromas and stenches; but then two guys try to murder you in northern Laos, and that doesn’t really blend with anything. I’d left Boun Tai, a small Lao village in the southern reaches of Phongsali province, …
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