New

Did y'all know I was really sad in Seattle? This seemed too ironically typical at the time, since Seattle has a reputation for being depressing. Boy, was it ever. Chett and I arrived smack dab in the middle of a huge wave of gentrification, and in our naive millenial reliance on public transportation, we soon… Continue reading New

Yoga

Ever get that icky feeling when you and a group of other white people who can afford to spend $16 on a yoga class chant "ohm shanti shanti shanti?" Me too. I'm fleshing out the skeleton of an essay chronicling my complex relationship with yoga, and, peripherally, with non-western healing in general. Topics include Orientalism,… Continue reading Yoga

AWP

I'm gearing up emotionally for AWP next week. What a brilliant coincidence that Seattle is hosting the conference this year. Still cannot get over the serendipitous nature of writerly things. I'm feeling pre-event jitters due to the sheer mass of people whose professional and creative work I drool over; both friends and strangers continue to jolt… Continue reading AWP

101

So the world-famous woman-owned sex shop Babeland is two blocks from my apartment. They offer sexy classes on a variety of subjects. Chett and I are going to one tonight. It's going to be awesome. 

Fog

We've been in Seattle for 2 full days. I have to remind myself that I don't have to pack up all of our groceries and clothes and stuff them into the Prius tomorrow morning. It's nice to stay somewhere for more than 2 days. While I do enjoy traveling--particularly avoiding tourist attractions, favoring bookstores and… Continue reading Fog