It’s not an act. I promise you that.
As I walked through the mall in Tempe today, my face couldn’t mask the feelings of discomfort and mild horror. I’m not making this face to be cute, or funny, or because I’m being filmed. It isn’t for effect. I really, really feel this way. (more…)
I have spent the weekend in Chandler, Arizona, a suburb of Phoenix (and, evidently, home of the annual Ostrich Festival which, appealing as it sounds, is not the reason I am here). Whenever I travel somewhere, I like to notice what stands out about the place. Since this is only a 90 minute plane flight from San Francisco, it’s not exactly an enchanted, other-worldly place, and there’s plenty of “Generica” all around (Best Buy, Starbucks, Yogurtland, and so on). But there are a few things I’ve noticed in my short time here: (more…)