Tag Archives: G Train
Ze, zir, zim: An Extended Metaphor
Transgender and genderfluid identities are quite outside my experience, actually, so are most queer identities, since my own questioning phase was more about where can I find handsome boys, which boy should I date, and why can’t I date all of … Continue reading
Lucha Tigre
Lucha Tigre is a new Latin / Asian fusion eatery on Chapel Hill’s Martin Luther King Jr. Boulevard*, tucked into the Foster’s/Flyleaf stripmall. (Well, I’m saying it’s new, because whenever I mention it, I’m told that it used to be … Continue reading
Mandatory Subway Etiquette
Yahoo! Voices asked me to write about something I’d make mandatory in NYC besides food composting. I chose pushing onto the subway car before passengers have gotten off, because WOULDN’T THAT MAKE THE SUBWAYS BETTER FOR EVERYONE?!?! I’ve written about subway … Continue reading
Kansas City
I was excited when Harold suggested a last-minute trip to Kansas City. Partly because I love when scheduled, steady Harold wants to do something spontaneous. (I don’t know how manic pixie dream girls do it. I’m quirkily restless all the … Continue reading
Working As Designed
For about a month now, I’ve been taking a game design class through General Assembly. There is so much to learn, many interesting readings, and discussions in response to the readings, and surprisingly complex class projects. We meet Wednesday nights … Continue reading
Walking Back
Harold’s been offered a job out of NYC and we were at a coffeeshop midway between our apartments, talking about it — Oh, sorry! I might not have expressly stated that where Harold lives and works has a direct impact … Continue reading
G Train
The G train into Manhattan one morning is unusually late and unusually crowded. At each stop, as person or two get off, and a dozen more try to get on, the conductor asks several times for passengers to get away … Continue reading
G Train
I didn’t make this, I just wish I did. (Thanks for showing me this, Bethie!)
