Things I learn at 3:30am: I am not invincible. Biking to the train station with my carry on is, as predicted, an insurmountable task. I call a taxi to my apartment. The operator tells me one will arrive momentarily. Ten…
Mastering the art of light jogging
I hate running. I really do. Running is supposed to be so good for you, but if it is, why is it so goddamn boring? There is no feeling I dread more than starting out a run and realizing that…
Bad Omens
I think I’m slowly (and painfully) coming to terms with the finality of China. In some ways, I’ve known that China was the next logical step for a while. But it was one of those things like ‘oh, I should…
Good Samaritans and the Burrito Cart
Yesterday, the most shameful thing happened — I got mugged on the streets of New York. This didn’t happen the way I expected it to, there were no men in stocking-hose masks (do people still wear those or have they been…
Maldon Sea Salt and moving out
There’s a box of Maldon Sea Salt flakes on my spice rack. It’s had it out for me for years. It’s been nestled between a box of chana masala and bottle of Japanese sesame oil, starting at me. And…
(not so) Hot Yoga
Some things I’ve learned about doing Yoga over the past year Sometimes I think my yoga teacher thinks I’m a sociopath. I try to stop my face from showing the pain (oh, the pain) by smiling through it (which I…