Monthly Archives: January 2009
on panic attacks in the workplace
| January 20, 2009 | Posted by caroline under personal, storytelling |
For some reason, these tender nerves somehow stand on end even when there’s nothing to lose, nor fear. I found myself cowering over my lunch bag, transported back to my highschool years, hoping that two and a half minute microwave nuke would never come to an end so that I may never face the pending…
the dubai phenomenon
| January 16, 2009 | Posted by caroline under freeform, on identity, on indian roots, storytelling, travels, Uncategorized |
There are parts of Dubai that have been left to the hands of suspended disbelief, a figure of development, capitalism, juxtaposed against a backdrop of browns, greys, and unending streams of men with the glaze of hard work on their faces.
small adventures in big places: Sharjah, Dubai, U.A.E
| January 11, 2009 | Posted by caroline under on identity, theories |
I’m finding it frightfully difficult to make time to write here, and find the time to sit down. I arrived in Sharjah, UAE, on Tuesday morning. I slept for the next 2 days, only waking early in the evening. The 9hr time difference definitely hit me hard and my jetlag had me disconcerted. I’m surprised…
in my thoughts
| January 9, 2009 | Posted by caroline under Uncategorized |
geographically and mentally displaced, distanced, dragging vines and strings across a globe, pulling knots tying bows tangling with broken hair conditioned to leave and depart, upon arrival, leaving pieces in too many places, behind couches and in strangers faces returning to find that buildings have been constructed on the ground once called home, cranes climb…
more toronto restaurants
| January 3, 2009 | Posted by caroline under Uncategorized |
other toronto restaurant experiences i hope to write about soon include: fire on the eastside lee’s victory cafe raq n waq brasaii drake ki terroni everest (queen/spadina) hideout blowfish senses beer bistro sushi time/queen/to go everest east keg kokyo matignon sandwich box richtree michelle’s lolita’s lust bruschetta senator hey lucy’s jo momma’s college st bar…
Toronto Restaurant Times
| January 3, 2009 | Posted by caroline under personal, storytelling |
I have a dirty little secret to share. It’s a little embarrassing, because it makes me sound stuck up. I have developed a horrid attachment to GOOD FOOD!!! I think I come off like a sheikha, and my significant other always shakes his head at me because of the way I make choosing a restaurant…
