Category Archives: culture-shock

Urban Yoggers

I promised a brief yet informative blog describing the various characteristics of Palmer Square yoggers, as well as the conclusions I’ve drawn from my haphazard observations of them. I’m sure the promises I casually make on this blog are not … Continue reading

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Food Day: go away.

Since my transition from country living to city living I’ve had the luxury of working day-to-day in the comfort of my own home. This of course has its perks, but also its downfalls (i.e. all work and no play makes … Continue reading

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This post, as my title suggests, is about a spooky experience that occurred right here in the heart of Logan Square, Chicago. I sometimes relive this horror in my dreams … and wake up in the middle of the night …

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I’ve never really considered myself an “athlete” or an individual even remotely “athletic.” When it comes to coordination I’m like a one-legged spider monkey with a whopping case of vertigo. (Note: that was an attempt at saying “I’m not coordinated” …

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I’ve never really understood people who rarely smile … especially in photographs. (Ahem, excuse me while I get on my soapbox for a moment…) Consider this relatively common social moment: A fellow party-goer exclaims “cheese!” (I mean really … why …

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I wrote this poem-rap about grocery shopping in the big windy city: Hop on my bike cuz I need some Mike n’ Ikes and a pound of chihuahua cheese so I can appease these wobbly knees with some protein, sees? …

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“So Kristi, how do you like living in the city?” “Noisy.” (So noisy that I cannot even formulate a grammatically appropriate response) That’s right, folks. The boisterous bustle of the city has yet to become white noise to my little …

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Although I have spent the majority of my meager life nestled between enormous hay barrels planted within oceans of corn and soybean fields, I’ve never considered myself an orthodox “small-towner.” Over the years I’ve managed to convince myself that my meek …

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