“When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.” — Samuel Johnson Well, it happened again. Just like my walk through Surbiton last Monday, I took too many pictures while exploring central London yesterday. I was “on assignment”–by which I mean I’ve … Read More
Stories – about travel
Mission: Impossible, part three.
“We want to rediscover the magic of the instant camera.” — Florian Kaps, founder of the Impossible Project Florian was upset we’d started serving the guests before his speech. He ran back into the kitchen, his face a little red and flustered, saying, “No, no, no. If they eat now, they will leave. They will … Read More
Mission: Impossible, part two.
There was a small handwritten sign on the door of the Kölnischer Kunstverein. (That’s German for the Art Association of Cologne–but not that I would know.) “Dear Impossible Volunteers!” it read, “Please ring the bell!” I was reassured to know they were expecting us. Someone came to let me and another volunteer in. We were … Read More
Mission: Impossible, part one.
“Don’t undertake a project unless it is manifestly important and nearly impossible.” — Edwin Land, inventor of the Polaroid “What is it you love about Polaroids so much?” a good friend recently asked me. I gave the question a minute to sink in. “I’ve always preferred film photography,” I told him, even after the advent … Read More
Virginia Woolf on blogging.
“The essay must lap us about and draw its curtain across the world.” — Virginia Woolf Maybe I’m stretching it, but today I started reading Virginia Woolf’s 1925 piece titled “The Modern Essay” and couldn’t help but think, maybe she does have something relevant to say about our 21st-century ways of communicating. Her essay is actually … Read More
On my love-hate relationship with long-term hostels.
Tomorrow is a big day. Not only do classes begin at Kingston but – and what’s about to follow eclipses even the excitement of finally starting my master’s – I get to move into my flat. It has been a long two weeks at my hostel in southeast London. Of course the price was right, … Read More
Where the rubber meets the road.
Talk is easy. It was one thing to be home for the summer, telling people that I’m moving to London to pursue not only a master’s in travel writing, but to get my career going as a writer itself. And yet, it’s been another thing altogether now that I’ve actually arrived. Well, I tell myself, … Read More
Hey, neighbor: Ten hours in Toronto.
As a child, Canada did little to hold my attention. I knew it was there, of course, like a distant relative you hear about from time to time, but my vague knowledge of its presence – this large terra incognita somewhere north of New York and New Hampshire – came only from the footnotes on … Read More
It’s good to be back.
It had been a long flight. Of course, the six and a half hours from Toronto to Heathrow pale in comparison to past flights to and from New Zealand, but what I hadn’t realized was how lucky I’d gotten on them – on my ten-hour flight from LA to Fiji, I had a row of … Read More
Saying goodbye to the Blue Man Group.
Free breakfast and lunch, unbelievable discounts on hotel reservations across the country, and a seven-minute commute (did I mention that’s walking?) could all easily vie for the top thing I loved about working as a breakfast server for an international hotel chain this summer. But despite the daily wonder of eggs made to order and … Read More