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There are no cats in America

Another guest post by Mr. Potato. It’s 1992 and I am an 8 year old sitting on the floor of my parent’s house in Wisconsin watching a cartoon about a talking mouse immigrating to the US in 1885. Towards the … Continue reading

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Packing the rain

One of my local colleagues, a regulatory affairs specialist who favours maxi skirts with interesting patterns, was complaining the other day about how much it had rained this year. “I’m getting so sick of it…ugh, I just want it to … Continue reading

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Bebas, aku naik bas

Met some interesting people on the FLEX bus and waiting for the L bus…a mother taking her half-Arapahoe little boys to the reservation for the first time to see their father – the smaller boy kept handing me his Lightning … Continue reading

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Stuff I learned on this trip

(1 week holiday in the UK, 2 weeks tech transfer at contractor’s plant in Germany) The “Tube” does engineering works on the weekends, and not all of the stations can accommodate disabled people or tourists with enormous luggage. The reason … Continue reading

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Flying to London

I’m going to the UK fo the first time. It’s the haj for postcolonials. We’re somewhere over the northwestern part of the Indian subcontinent, an expanse of sharply striped gray and brown mountains themselves in long parallel rows. In my … Continue reading

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Day 0: Tune Hotel

Enilit and I checked into the Tune Hotel near the LCCT (Low-Cost Carrier Terminal) and we found out just how budget it is (for an airport hotel). The room is pretty much a queen-size bed with barely enough floor space … Continue reading

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Ice fishing

“Sere” isn’t a word one would use often in my country, but it well descibes my husband’s: withered, dry, just after the solstice of an unusually snowless winter that leaves the brown grass naked. Even though it has been mild … Continue reading

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