by Eileen | Dec 23, 2014 | 39, bicycle, food, memoir
Just before I receive my big, last-night Chanukah present, my family gathers in the front room of our Brooklyn house, where the wind leaks through the front window panes and blows the flames on the menorah candles to the side, rushing them through burning, as if we...
by Eileen | Jan 15, 2014 | bicycle, chile, santiago
So. The other day (Monday, to be exact), I was minding my own business, walking across what in English I would call the park blocks of the Alameda. The Alameda is the main street, and for many blocks, it has a central area that you can bike or walk in. The bike path...
by Eileen | Feb 14, 2012 | chile, food, santiago, shopping
I have begun to think that perhaps fruitflies have the most sensitive sense of smell (or whatever it is they have) of the whole animal kingdom. They come in droves the second you get fruit into the house, which means you have to put said fruit in fridge, which makes a...
by Eileen | Feb 6, 2012 | Uncategorized
There’s this moment between when you see the car door start to open and when you actually finally make impact that you think, shit, what’s going to happen here? Then there’s the sprawling, slow-motion fall onto the asphalt and the gasp of the...
by Eileen | Dec 27, 2011 | Uncategorized
This is a dirty rotten trick. A single photo. My way of telling you that I have now not only retrieved my photos, but have managed to find them full-sized. And I am so very pleased. And it is so very late. Here is one picture, of the boatman loading my and L (an...
