ONWARDS IS A travel-ogue. It is also a mantra.
Gustatory memory refers to the relationship between one’s perception of taste and their individual psychology. For example, if you eat Mexican food and it gives you food poisoning, you may feel nausea the next time you’re faced with a plate of enchiladas. Or, if you fall in love over chicken noodle soup, you may feel that you’re actually in love with the soup itself.
Read MoreEl Paredón. Work, surf, party, sleep, repeat. It was everything I could have dreamed of. And that, friends, dear readers, whoever the hell you are, is the thing. I dreamed it. I envisioned an ideal circumstance and made it happen. El Paredón was, for all intents and purposes, my paradise.
Read MoreI have once again managed to neglect this blog for over a year. A lot has happened, as things do. Here is what I have to say: onwards.
This is not a rebrand so much as a renewal. A reestablishment. I’ll keep it short.
Read MoreI set out to read 24 books in 2021 and ended with 37. Probably the most in a year ever. In what has possibly been COVID's greatest gift, reading for pleasure has once more become vital. Here are my Really Short Book Reviews. If anything: this is a list.
Read MoreMy hero? I don’t have one. I don’t know how to answer the question. What is a hero? Captain America? Is it someone who does the right thing? Someone you want to be? Somehow I am not so sure.
Read MoreJust last night, I reached the end of the best journey there is: putting on a show. Working in theatre is only ever having a job for two to three months at a time. The whole kebab, condensed. It is a beautiful and bittersweet journey. The process is as such.
Read MoreWhen it comes to food, the word “crazy” brings me back to the seven course tasting menu at Le Jules Verne inside the Eiffel Tower. I had pigeon. Overlooking Paris. Besides that, I can’t say much. So, I’m going to interpret the word as I will. Crazy… is for those meals I always come back to. Consider this my starter guide to Eating The World — so far.
Read MoreJust crucify me now. A humbling reminder that the point of the Proust Project (wait, why didn’t I call it that…?) is to trick myself into writing, not entertain the masses. Here’s the issue: I want to be different and it feels sad. I even searched “books in different eras” but I still don’t think anything beats a Sweet Sixteen overlooking the Long Island Sound complete with cocktail hour and a jazz band.
Read MoreI’m going to talk to you all today about something I call “The Portland Effect”. But first, I hate this question. Your animal alter-ego? My friend suggested I was a baby hippo. And I was like, what the fuck? And she was like, you know, something that looks really cute but will actually destroy you. And I was like, fair. But still no. I’m not a baby hippo. I am a human. And humans are already animals.
Read MoreWhat is your favorite way to spend your time? Ugh. For whatever reason, the fact that these are all very common answers bothers me despite the fact that there is good reason why all of these are very common answers. So I’m inclined to ask myself: why exactly?
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