The American Dream, en France

When did my switch flip and give me permission to wake up in Paris? At first, the idea of actually living in Paris was a fleeting thought, followed by a longing, then an aching. Next came the discussion about what if, and how could it be? And finally, it exploded all around me consuming my senses. Every …

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Donald ‘Tang’ has me feeling awful

I feel awful. Not high winds, heavy rain, Pacific Northwest awful. This is far worse. This is "Dude, where the fuck is my country?" awful. It feels a little like a heroin hangover, like something is terribly wrong, and I don't know how I got here. I've restrained myself from chiming in this election season for the …

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