What I Like. What You Like?

What I Like. What You Like?

Like Lena, I’ve been completely consumed by work these past few months. Shifting to a consultant’s role for two very different programs within one massive institution has been no easy thing. I love my work, but god damn is it a lot of work. Revaz...
Fragments of Wakefulness I

Fragments of Wakefulness I

20 days. It had already been twenty days. Twenty days in Medellín. Twenty days surrounded by the fungus-covered lime green walls of my private room at the back of the Black Sheep hostel. Twenty days of backpackers shuffling in, shuffling out, flirting,...

[Por que] Unas Preguntas

Mis queridos Colombianos, Tengo ocho preguntas. 1.) Que dicen las madres cuando sus hijas salen de la casa llevando pantalones blancas y transparentes con tangas rojas y sin brassiere? No pregunto por criticar – de hecho, yo apoyo el estilo – solo pregunto...

Cuando subes a un autobus aquí en Medellin puede ser mucho más que transporte público. Dependiendo de tu gusto musical, a veces te toca el placer (o la mala suerte) de un concierto de rap. Aunque la cultura de hip hop ya es algo fuerte, pocas son...

Bogotá

It had already been a month. On land. No flights. Which, for the past half year or so, is something of a record. Steve: Are you sure it leaves from the downtown airport and not Rio Negro? Me: Yeah, of course. Positive. Steve: You double-checked on the website? Me...

Medellín 1991

I finished my book, Finding Flow. In a way, I feel like I read it too fast and left behind too many dog-eared pages that need revisiting. But I was ready to move on to something else, so I scanned the bookshelf and decided to dig back into The Heart that Bleeds: Latin...