Tag Archive: Oakland

Get out of my (maybe) house

Everybody was there. A cluster of hyper-parents, their children brandished like banners before them, was extolling and declaiming the house‚Äôs suitability for the wet-chinned children hanging off their chests in imported Scandinavian harnesses.… Continue reading

Miles, my friend.

Miles was the first one I met when I came to look at my prospective US residence. Drenched in August sun, his eyes closed in feline pleasure, he welcomed me to the neighborhood… Continue reading

Oakland last night: “ethnic” food, architecture, and a gigantic Jesus

The various houses of worship I have seen throughout the world have all impressed me in some way, with their assortment of characters, aesthetics, and iconography. From the Buddhist prayer flags of Myanmar… Continue reading

Will the pattern be repeated?

I am a newly civilized creature from the hostel jungle. I walk around the more-than-one roomS of my house in confusion. What do I do with all this space? Anybody wanna couchsurf? The… Continue reading

Reunited with one of my great loves

I was reunited with one of the great loves of my life this afternoon. My parents dropped her off yesterday, and her curves, lines, and quirks are as familiar to me, as nostalgic… Continue reading

Lavender squirrels smoking cigarettes. (See, commas are important.)

I still forget, or maybe just don’t believe, that I actually live here now. Live someplace now. How is that different from visiting it? Should I buy a map and study the streetplan?… Continue reading

A new chapter, and feeling good about it

The flight was smooth, the dogs were adorable, and the sunset looked triumphant. I met the new guy, to whom I am the New Guy, and ate tacos. Eight hours of sleep on… Continue reading