Category: Lost in Translation

The local and the tourist

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Mar 31, 2011

We are sitting in a restaurant in Rome. The Peroni Brewery Restaurant, to be exact. Shockingly, it is neither touristy, nor overpriced, nor terrible, but it is overrun with locals and the staff is gruff and rushed. My aunt, uncle, and cousin have come to meet us for a day in Rome, and my aunt…

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Lost in Translation: A Facebook Play

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Jan 20, 2011

Recently, I posted something to Facebook. Despite appearances to the contrary, I really was thinking in general terms, and not a specific person. Here was my status: Okay, fine, maybe, just maybe, I was referring to someone I know. Still, I regret nothing. I am resentful and vindictive. This should not come as a surprise.…

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Breaking the law, Italian style

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Aug 11, 2010

Note: My legal team has advised me to put a disclaimer at the beginning of this blog post, so here it is – this entry is in no way an admission of guilt, nor can it be admissible in court, because, um … it’s heresy or something. No, that’s not it. Oh, yeah, I remember…

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Let me eat (English Wedding) cake.

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Aug 5, 2010

I love cake. More than anything in the world, really (with one glaring exception). I am obsessed with it, in a way that few people will understand. Occasionally, I will rifle through old pictures, and find photos of cakes I made long ago. I remember them fondly, like old lovers. I long for them in…

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10 crazy things my mother has done on Facebook.

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Aug 2, 2010

I’ve started this post about four times. I kept trying to find a way to tie the topic matter to travel, and frankly, I couldn’t. It has nothing to do with travel. Instead, this post has everything to do with me. Or, more specifically, my mom. See, she’s just discovered Facebook. Since joining, she immediately…

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  • It's hard for me to even begin to describe Rand's Uncle Doig. During the war, Rand's grandmother Ruth and her father were trying to flee Europe. They got stuck in England, where her Jewish-Austrian father was mistaken for a German, and thus an enemy combatant. He was sent to a POW camp and Ruth was adopted by an English family - Doig's family. (She and her father would be reunited after the war.) Now in his 90s, Doig remains a keeper of family lore, a hopeless romantic, and a wonderful flirt.
  • "Jeff Goldblum? I haven't heard that name in years."
  • Video games are riveting. And confusing.
  • Green tea latte and 70 degrees at 7am. We're reached peak southern California, friends.
  • So awkward that the two loves of my life would meet like this. #jeffgoldblum
  • These are a few of my favorite things.
  • The torrential rains gave way to ... slightly less rain? Alas.
  • I don't even know how to describe how lovely this place is. #edinburghcastle #edinburgh #scotland
  • Aaaand then the sun came out and everything was beautiful. #scotland #edinburgh
  • Scotland, I'd really love to explore, but I'm getting the feeling you want me to stay in and do some work today.

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