by Eileen | Aug 22, 2008 | Uncategorized
And then there’s the story of the elevator itself. The elevator is like a nosy neighbor. It’s always around, makes an identifiable noise, has its own personality.Personality?! you ask. Aha. You are a person that lives in a building with a modern elevator....
by Eileen | Aug 21, 2008 | Uncategorized
When I tell the story about the water, or any of the other trials and tribulations of living in a circa very freaking old building in a city that doesn’t exactly take care of its old treasures, I have to include my neighbors. I’ve had a couple of living...
by Eileen | Aug 20, 2008 | Uncategorized
There’s something in particular that I don’t like of my own manejo (mastery) of Spanish. Besides than the occasional mistakes, the tendency to double r every r that ever walked and my personal shibboleths, any words with an r/d combination such as...
by Eileen | Aug 15, 2008 | Uncategorized
I used to think that people from the United States, or Americans, as they are known in their home country, were the only people to claim themselves as percentages of this and that nationality, or just claim themselves wholesale to be X (where X stands for Irish,...
by Eileen | Aug 10, 2008 | Uncategorized
A bleak day in the capital city with not much to distract me other than my french-chilean neighbors asking if they could pirate my wifi (which I don’t have, and which wouldn’t be pirating in any case, since they asked), has me thinking of hearty homemade...
