
Going home
A Whole New World
Going “home” is a hard process for us. The entire effort is almost like therapy: tracing back your footsteps in order to validate yourself and pick out the problems and joys that had once been in your life.
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Going “home” is a hard process for us. The entire effort is almost like therapy: tracing back your footsteps in order to validate yourself and pick out the problems and joys that had once been in your life.
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Racial stereotyping jokes were the norm at my international high school, because they were the only way we knew to survive. The problematic aspects of such jokes became clear to me only after I’d graduated.
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It was 30 minutes until the doors opened, and the line to get into the Fox Theater snaked around the block. Walking down the line, one could spot eager fans in their 20s and 30s mixed in with numerous young girls with bushy, curly hair and dark makeup, dressing in
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A couple of shops are cleverly placed in two of the biggest tourist traps of the Bay Area (Union Square and Fisherman’s Wharf). There is one shop right down Center Street in Berkeley. And at some point, you know you’ve picked up a pint of the good stuff at Safeway
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It’s with a whimper, not a bang that I’ll end this column. There will be no fireworks, no dancing and no Spice Girls reunion atop a fleet of London taxis. Yes, this is my last column. After this week, I vanish into the wilderness of practically anonymous arts criticism. No
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Buried in my pillow, seeing flashes of red, white and blue and slowly giving in to drowsiness, my first Independence Day drew to an early, Sangria-induced close. I rather enjoyed the festivities. From GQ’s self-congratulatory list of “50 Things You Can Do In America But Not Socialist Europe” (number one:
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I must confess that until this summer — when I was lucky enough to spend three nights in a hotel — I had not watched an entire TV program on an actual television in America.In February, I managed to squeeze in the last half hour of the Super Bowl. I’m
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As the cinema screen lights up, you can just make out through the heavy white mist, punctuated by thick smears of film grain, an imposing mountain range covered in trees. We move into a close-up of foliage, while rainwater finds its way from leaf to leaf before falling to the
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