In my family, main dishes are served with chili and a large pot of long-boiled soup. It’s a mix of Xiang cuisine and a Cantonese classic.
My identity is mu...
Sí, yo quiero comer más pan.
“Yes, I want to eat more bread,” I
type into the Duolingo text box.
I am doing Duolingo because I want to get better at Spa...
On September 14th, 1869, tens of thousands of Americans crowded into streets across the country to celebrate the centennial of German polymath, Alexander Von Humboldt’s birth. Portraits of Humboldt were draped off buildings next to American flags, an estimated 25,000 speeches were delivered, and cities were doused in music, banquets, and jubilee until long past nightfall. In some cities, this continued for three days.
Boston held multiple celebrations, one being attended by the Mayor, both of the state’s Senators, and the Governor. While speaking in Buffalo, former President, Millard Fillmore, gleefully recalled the story of a conversation he had with Humboldt. Syracuse, NY held a mile-long parade attended by 15,000 people. The celebrations united the still recovering country, as even Memphis, an economic center of the American Confederacy only 3 years earlier, was also taken by the celebration of Humboldt, a man dedicated to the eradication of slavery....
Cherríe Moraga’s "Native Country of the Heart" is a mother-daughter story and the story of a time and a place. Most trenchantly, though, it’s a rumination on memory....
“Just go with it, just feel it out,” Joey insisted. I tried, I really did, but I couldn’t keep up with the furied chords. The sound of my snare grew faint, the thud of my kick drum dulled. I looked up desperately for a saving gaze, but it was too late – my stiff arms and gnarled fingers said no more. I stopped playing. Now all eyes were on me. Flush-faced I whispered, “I’m sorry, I can’t do this.” My drum sticks clacked on the concrete garage floor.
Nowhere to hide, I cried silently in my friend Kaitlin’s musty Taurus. She was the keyboard player for this band, as well as the instigator of this whole ordeal. On the car ride home she looked over and gave me a pity pat, “It’s okay, you’ll get it next time.” But she was wrong, I didn’t get it next time or even the time after that. I actually didn’t get it for a really long time....
When push came to shove for Nipsey Hussle, he decided to fight. He bought back his block one store at a time, showing black and brown people the key to keeping our city in our hands. It started with The Marathon Store, but it was so much more than that. When I saw the video of the 33-year-old artist, community activist, father, and mogul lying bloodied and dying in front of his own place of business, I felt a part of our city dying along with it....
Dozens of men and boys gather on the side of a road in Alappuzha, a city in the southern Indian state of Kerala, on a late afternoon in mid-March.
They’re hard at work building one of 13 Kuthira, or large wooden towers, using saws, ropes, and their bare hands. The towers are offerings to the Hindu Goddess Bhadrakali, the protector of the good. Each represent a Kara, or region surrounding the Chettikulangara Devi temple, the home of the celebrated deity....
Jonathan Gold’s review of Taco María that brought me to the restaurant in the first place, but I must admit, I had not fully read it when I parked my car in the...
It’s five minutes past 6:30pm on a rainy Monday evening when the news is delivered: Troye Sivan’s golf cart has died en route.
There are audible gasps and a collective murmur from the jam-packed auditorium teeming with USC students, some of whom have been waiting well over an hour just to be in the same room as the social media icon turned pop-star. Restless excitement permeates the air, and now, a buzz of heightened anticipation for Sivan’s arrival. The student next to me anxiously taps his phone on his knee, screen already fixed on camera mode. Another behind me whispers giddily to his friends, “Can you even imagine, like, being on campus right now and Troye Sivan just casually walks past you?”...
