I’ve been in Delhi for about a month now. As I write this, a stray ant crawls across the floor of my bedroom. I barely notice them anymore; they are now a part of my daily existence. Two or three grace my shower every morning. I try not to kill them but there is no way to warn an ant that they are about to be drowned, so I’ve had my share of casualties (sorry).
Speaking of showers, I know we are lucky to have water through my mother’s very persistent pursuit of the water company. We got water just in time to not move out of our house for a few days.
The power will go off between three and five times each day, but this is also okay. The generators are much better than they were when I was a kid and now run air-conditioning. Back then, the outages were longer, and in June when it was 42 degrees Celsius outside, the only thing we could do was lie still because moving just made you hotter. Continue Reading »
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Failure is defined by the Mirriam-Webster dictionary as “omission of occurrence or performance” (specifically a duty or action), “a state of inability to perform a normal function” or “a fracturing or giving way under stress”.
It has a few other definitions involving bankruptcy, deterioration and the very profound “one that has failed”, but I’d like to take a moment to consider the first few meanings. Continue Reading »
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I don't reblog a lot - but I think this is worth it!
Read the original first here: http://readherenotthere.tumblr.com/post/26566157508/roots-of-gang-crime-absentee-black-fathers-ensure
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I have the good fortune of having many friends that like to cook and are fairly creative. Practicing Bikram so regularly makes the food I eat that much more important – it needs to be nourishing and substantial yet not incredibly heavy. This soup was made up on the spot but turned out to be quite satisfying as a winter evening meal. Continue Reading »
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When you’re looking for work time morphs in such strange ways. Weekends seem long, dismal and never ending – because you know the chances of hearing from anyone are slim. Weekdays pass quickly and public holidays become this irritating inconvenience instead of a day of to relax and unwind.
Every moment you are not doing something towards your future there is a twinge of guilt. Should you really be making social plans? Should you really be committing to anything other than your future? How long should you work before allowing yourself to take a break?
Of course once you find work you look back, disappointed that you didn’t take advantage of the time you had off to take care of irritating errands such as getting your passport, or renewing your driver’s license. You wish you had put the in-between hours to better use.
Sometimes we spend too much time waiting. Waiting for our lives to begin, waiting till we get the perfect job or outfit or significant other. We don’t take advantage of our each and every waking moment. Life is short and each second you waste thinking about what could be, is wasting what is right in front of you: the present and all that it has to offer.
One of my resolutions this year is to stop waiting. There is nothing wrong with looking forward to your future. But I want to avoid looking back with regret. When all those things you are excited for to come to be, there will just be other things you are waiting for. And you may well waste that time looking ahead or looking back rather than just being present and enjoying it.
Just a thought for the beginning of the post-family day workweek.
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As a writer, I’m often faced with the problem of language and it’s limitations. Words are our tools, tools we use to shape and create images and characters, to reach into the brains of our readers and show them something they have not seen before at least in our specific version of an event or a story. Continue Reading »
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A curious mix of panicked claustrophobia and awestruck wonder will clutch your heart as soon as you step into Green’s Antiques. You will witness a plethora of dusty possessions crammed into a dusty ventilation-free room.
This Parliament Street institution is a metaphor for the neighbourhood it borders; forgotten furniture, trinkets and jewelry, set against the backdrop of a man in a brightly colored t-shirt listening to top 40 R&B favorites; an eclectic mix of old meets new.
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