This weekend a guy showed up at the hostel to stay in the bunk room. We chatted for a bit - he told me a little about his experience teaching in Honduras - and I went on my way. The next morning we talked for a good while about politics, teaching English, culture, and managing … Continue reading Leftovers, perspective, and comfort zones
Recently I read Michel Faber's The Book of Strange New Things. I read it without reading a summary, which is how I'm reading most of my books this year. At one point I read the summary for each book on my TBR list and thought it was interesting enough to read so now I'm trusting my … Continue reading Reverse culture shock and The Book of Strange New Things
Almost half way there! Let's start with the bummers and work our way up from there. DISAPPOINTING The Children's Act by Ian McEwan was just boring. Like one thing happened that I guess was supposed to be exciting but it was pretty predictable (and if I saw it coming it must have been pretty predictable because … Continue reading 31-40 of 100
Yesterday I was watching Brooklyn Nine Nine (my latest go to binge watching show) and Jake had just gotten injured and was limping into the station and someone asked if that was his "pimp walk." Normally, I might've chuckled as was the intent of the writers, or at the very least accepted the comment as … Continue reading Girls Like Us
When I was interviewing for teaching jobs during my last year of college, one question I asked each school was, "How much of your student population is made up of natives?" I did not want to move all the way to Honduras just to teach American kids, when I could've just as well stayed in … Continue reading Here’s the thing about blonde baby dolls
I got a new blog friend this week. His name is Alex Koo and he raps, which is awesome. If you go to his About Me page, as I did a few days ago, you will find these words, "I am an Asian American, born and raised awkwardly in two different cultures and learning how … Continue reading Here’s the thing about a biblical culture
If I speak in the tongue of a national, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I wear the national dress and understand the culture and all forms of etiquette, and if I copy all mannerisms so that I could pass for a national but have not … Continue reading If I speak in t…
