Say hello to Brooklyn, New York, where Coney Island hot dogs sidle up to duck confit dumplings, beach volleyball comes with a backdrop of Wall Street, and Tattly temporary tattoos compete with real ink for bearded man forearm space. It’s not Manhattan, certainly not the ‘burbs, but so cool that all the fixie-riders haven’t managed… Continue reading Welcome to Hipsterville
Sincere apologies for being terribly delinquent about posting. In the months since the last update, I learned Arduino and started drinking tea, carved a marble axe and illustrated a children’s book, and am now frolicking in various snow-sprinkled countrysides. In other words, a month and change in London was over in a blink, a semester… Continue reading Bleak, Beautiful, Scotland.
When in London . . . one learns Basque? Well yes, if one happens to go to school with a cohort hailing from nine different countries and speaking a total of ten languages. “Hi, my name is Ali!” Since I was really struggling to convey my Americanness using something other than English . . .… Continue reading “Kaixo, nire izena Ali da!”
A tribute to the past year in SF; a fond farewell. Bring Your Own Big Wheel 2012: These two were waiting in the porta potty line at the top of the hill, and the woman struck up a casual conversation. SF intermingling at its finest. Ocean Beach: After all this time I still haven’t learned… Continue reading A One Year Retrospective
Yes, this trip was in February, but so much has happened since then! See you back on this side of the pond in July . . . I’d seen the sights, taken the requisite photos, lemminged up with the best of the tourist crowds . . . So this time around I just wanted to… Continue reading London, long overdue