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one pact. letters from beijing and paris.
We took a daytrip to Lewes, a tiny village about an hour train ride outside London. All I wanted from the excursion was to find and pet a bunny. It’s Easter – is that so much to ask for (asks the Chinese Jew)? Instead, we went for a hike here: I tread a bit closer…Read On >>
Spotted this guy eating a nut, but my presence frazzled him, so he dropped it. This is also the same squirrel that likes to scare the living daylights out of me when I’m running, so I consider this revenge.* And later that day, RIGHT next to SHERLOCK HOLMES’ APARTMENT on Baker Street, I spotted thisRead On >>
Look what I stumbled upon. A part-bear, part-dog animal just quietly sleeping in the doorway of a shop. It took every ounce of my self-control to not pet this dog. I told myself, “Let sleeping dogs lie,” or something. I wanted to ask, “How much is that bear in the doorway? The one with theRead On >>
Not sure if this is torture or what is going on here? A muppet dog with a bow? Rachel spotted her across town. It seems like the dog is a less dignified in this motion (see left), no? I feel embarrassed for this dog. Meanwhile, across town, I’mRead On >>
The night before our graduation from Brown University, we made a pact: to write no holds barred, honest accounts of our lives once a week, no matter what. A month later, Jess flew to Beijing and Rachel moved to New York (and later Paris). Many jobs, many mistakes, and many loves later, our joint storyRead On >>