Written late-2015 Back in the summer when I was still excited by the word ‘expat’ I read a lot about the different things that will happen to you when you move overseas, and most articles briefly touch on the subject of illness, but nothing I read really emphasised how sick you’ll get. I’ve been sick… Read More Everything’s Different: I’m Sick of being Sick!
*Written mid-2016 We went for a walk around the block this evening. Just me and my sister-in-law. We look pretty similar and people often confuse us. We’ve both got a distinctively Eastern European look about us yet she is Arab, and is thus particularly striking. Tonight was no different. Something I’ve come to learn is… Read More Street Harassment in Jordan
“Something glimpsed from the corner of the eye, in passing”: Exploring Epiphany and Metamorphosis in Raymond Carver’s ‘Fat’. Raymond Carver summarised the short story form by quoting V. S. Pritchett’s definition as “something glimpsed from the corner of the eye, in passing.” It is commonly suggested that the short story relies on an epiphany for it… Read More Raymond Carver’s ‘Fat’
Pet peeve: when people start blogs with ‘I’m sooo sorry guys, I haven’t posted in sooo long. I feel so guilty [insert other OTT emotional responses for not writing to a mostly imagined audience who are not remotely bothered not to have heard from you in the past week, month, year]. But seriously, I feel guilty.… Read More On Not Writing
When Limewire made its debut back in… oh a million years ago, I was a devoted, nay, obsessed, smitten, crazed, addicted twelve year old and downloaded just about anything I could lay my hands on. Something usurped Limewire.. something blue. Azure? I think there was a frog involved somewhere. And then Pirate Bay. And one… Read More When Music is Emotional (and Actual) Baggage
In the winter it’s damp here. I mean, really fucking damp. The walls are made of breeze blocks and soak up any moisture, so even in the relatively dry winter the house feels like a very cold Amazon. In fact, it’s so damp that my Mac Air went into a coma. Luck would have it… Read More My Mac’s been doing some travelling
Daisies pushing through concrete: an image that could be analogous of wisdom teeth pushing up through jaw bone and thick gum. But this is a cliched image of hope. New York sidewalks, the tenacity and resilience of fragile hope. And therefore it’s a failed metaphor; because wisdom teeth are the antithesis of hope. Like bamboo clusters… Read More Pulling Teeth