by Eileen | Sep 15, 2008 | Uncategorized
If I start a sentence when I’m talking to you with “the thing is…” in English, you already know. You already know that I’m about to give you an excuse for why I can’t, or it couldn’t, or I won’t, or you shouldn’t....
by Eileen | Sep 10, 2008 | Uncategorized
The thing that was so strange about the sound of plywood tumbling down an elevator shaft is that I was outside when it happened. Strange, I thought. And I kept pedalling. Through Barrio Yungay and beyond, through a quirky old part of Santiago that I love in a strange...
by Eileen | Sep 8, 2008 | Uncategorized
Today at the supermarket I noticed that the geniuses in Lay’s potato chips marketing department were at it again. Of course they’ve noticed Chilean tastes. Chile’s not so tiny, after all, with 16 million inhabitants, most of them (us) with a hearty...
by Eileen | Sep 3, 2008 | Uncategorized
Recently I promised readers big and small a story about getting trapped in the elevator in my building. As the elevator is just barely automatic, the outer door must be shut and the inner gate must be closed in order for the elevator to move. There’s a system of...
by Eileen | Sep 2, 2008 | Uncategorized
Every finger has a name in English. There’s the thumb, the pointer, middle finger, ring finger, and little finger or (my favorite) pinky. As chidren, though we are encouraged not to point directly at people, we are taught to point at things (for example, a word...
