I refuse to be limited by the so-called confines of being a woman. When I was little, I played with Minnie Mouse stuffed animals and pretended to be Mickey. I’d throw on the suit jacket with tails that Santa brought me at age 5, flip the tales out, sit down at the piano, and proceed [...]
Archive for May, 2010
The Force of a woMan
Posted in and all that implies, Debauchery, Desert Island Friends, GenderFUCKED, tagged Gender, Gender spaces, spain, women's rights on May 31, 2010 | 2 Comments »
A short collection of brief character descriptions
Posted in and all that implies, Cross Comparisons in Cultures, Debauchery, Desert Island Friends, Neighbors, Spain is Kirksville?, tagged Culture, spain, travel on May 28, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
While the semester is winding down and I’ve been doing more studying (or procrastinating) than adventuring, I look outside myself for inspiration for this entry. I’ve met a smattering of fascinating people over the past few months. Some have told me their stories, some were like a sentence in a Hemingway novel- short, but poignant. [...]
The inevitable dawn
Posted in Uncategorized on May 18, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
When you know you are living in a lucid dream, how can you possibly face awakening?
Dear God, John Deere?!
Posted in Cross Comparisons in Cultures, da VILLE, Spain is Kirksville?, tagged galicia, john deere, missouri, spain, travel on May 6, 2010 | 1 Comment »
I absentmindedly stare out the bus window on my daily 45 minute ride up a mountain to university. Usually I just read the splatters of gallego separatist graffiti on the buildings and let my thoughts wander. Today, my ambient thoughts were interrupted by a humorous surprise. A scruffy and dirty Galician farmer rolled down the [...]
Beer and Bratwursts in Bavaria
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged beer, food, germany, travel on May 5, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
I basically ate my way through Munich. Within hours upon my arrival to the capital of Bavaria (a state of Germany), my gracious host, a friend also studying abroad, whisked me away to Haufbrauhaus for my first taste of authentic German beer and food. “You have to order a mass,” she instructed me. I obeyed. [...]