RIP Senora Isil
I have to take a break from my road trip blogging. My aunt was murdered last night in Panama. She had a big fancy house in the suburbs, but she was usually in Miami with my cousin and her...
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A supposedly fun thing I’ll never do again
This trip report needs a few introductory words. First, beyond Mt. Rushmore and dinner with Mike in Iowa, the other stops on this tour were culled from reader comments on Clareified and suggestions...
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I…oh…waaaaaaa
In addition to getting fistsful of guilt water, I extracted a late checkout from the check-in counter lady. I went to find the casino, but they didn’t have a poker room. I stormed back over to the...
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California girls are undeniable
Somehow, I managed to start this blog during an “adventurous Stephane who leaves the house,” phase. Practically every post is set in a different city and I’m doing something other than watching moving...
View ArticlePerson up, America
When I was seven, I took my first flight to Panama alone. My mother, god bless her, sent me to my grandparents with two suitcases of clothes, every piece of identification I had in the world and a jar...
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The more things change
I was an expert mimic when I was a kid. This talent often led to awkward moments when I would deliver, verbatim, whole sections of Eddie Murphy’s “Raw,” because I watched whatever my mother watched,...
View ArticleGeeks shall inherit the earth
My friend Alex has a new book out today by that very title, go buy it on amazon! Dooo ittt. I’ll wait. *taps foot* Done? Ooh, how about you buy one for your mom too! Don’t worry, I won’t start my post...
View ArticleThe American President
“Real Gs move in silence, like Obama” - Bassey Ikpi There was a guy I was friends with in law school. I don’t remember when I met him, but I do know that every few months for some years, he would say...
View ArticleAn open letter to New York Catholics who are freaking the eff out
I want to tell you to calm down. However, as a chronic hypochondriac who is easily startled by small animals and loud noises, I know that “calm down,” is the last thing you should say to someone who is...
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