According to an Ask Jeeves Internet search, Gdansk holds over 300 hotels, not including informal hostels and private “zimmers.” Why so many? I’m glad you asked.
Essays
Meditating with Mabel
If You Think You’re the Best
When I ascended to the den, pliers in hand, to watch the Americans go down in Lillehammer, I knew I didn’t want to go out like them.
For a While, For the Summer
I want an example, a model for how to live independently, with the smallest bit of indifference and anonymity, without fear, for a while, for the summer.
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The Edith Wharton Inside Me
I Was 16
I was 16 in 1994. I had a crush on a girl at my high school named Stacy. She was two years older — blonde hair, a grunge band on her t-shirt and a constant half-smile on her face — and it goes without saying that she had absolutely no interest in me.
David Foster Wallace and the Velveteen Rabbit
Whore of Babel
The place in the brain where language sucks meaning can seem like nirvana.
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Birth of the Cool
My Beijing
Noise
I would have to try even harder to get back the silence, not for my own peace of mind but out of respect for the dead.
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Our Father
When Dolls Talk
I was eighteen years old when my daughter, Belinda, was born—a kid having a kid. I didn’t see myself as a kid, of course. That understanding came later.
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