Details Of, Various.

Dec 9, 2014 by

Feeling a little drained lately, void of inspiration. Do we all ebb and flow like this? In the interim of my blank brain, let us focus on the little things in life.     Where is your creativity at these days? How do you cope with the lulls? _____________________________________________________________________________________ Please like my Facebook page, and don’t forget to follow me on twitter and Instagram...

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The Wedding

Dec 14, 2013 by

This past June, I attended my first ever Indian wedding – the wedding of one of my dearest friends, Anishka. I have never seen or experienced anything like it in my life; in fact, several of the guests agreed that even Bollywood celebrities don’t throw weddings this luxurious or extravagant. This wedding was the stuff of dreams. Knowing my friend Anishka, every detail had been her vision and dream. As she is one of the only friends I’ve ever had growing up with whom I actually discussed weddings, it was nice to see her signature all over this wedding, her wedding, the wedding of her dreams. As such, I felt very much like I was floating around in my 12 year old self’s reverie, looking into the future, observing that which we always imagined,...

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Good Food.

Dec 8, 2013 by

Ah, it’s finals season, and do you want to know how to really tell? Come have a look at my fridge, kitchen and cupboards. I’ve been eating salmon out of the can and cooking up packaged noodles. I’ve been thawing out perogies and soups I made weeks ago and stored in the freezer. I’m throwing any fresh stuff I have left in a big pot and hoping I can call it soup. I’m eating handfuls of peanuts and crackers and resorting to canned soup for simplicity. What can I say? It’s nothing but high class, first rate luxury around here. In working on a collaborative post this week, I was reminded of some of the more memorable meals I had during my summer travels around the world. Unlike the forgettable grub from Mongolia, this stuff...

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Sola In Anguilla

Dec 1, 2013 by

The ferry docked and people filed to get off, grabbing bags and hands of assistance as they went. I clutched the man’s dark skinned hand and smiled at him as I stepped foot, officially, onto the island of Anguilla. Only hours before, I had come from Saba, a wonderful pearl of an island where I spent a week sleeping in the jungle, listening to frogs at night, scuba diving with sea turtles, and drinking beers with new friends while playing backgammon. My ferry from Saba left early in the morning. The rough waves did me no favours for the mild hangover I was experiencing thanks to those new friends keeping me out late with the Presidentes flowing freely. I focused on the horizon and sat silently, as the ferry lurched up and forward and back...

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