View From Here

Thu, Mar 29, 2012, 12:44am
There are moments when Muqattam, the garbage collecting district of Cairo, feels frozen in time. Donkeys transporting goods meander in the streets, old men sit in dusty cafés sipping tea and smoking shisha.
Wed, Mar 21, 2012, 11:29pm
Lying to my friends wasn’t as difficult as I had expected. “My cousin just called and said she needs me to watch her baby while she goes to take care of her neighbor’s sick dog. Her neighbor has to be at the office until really early in the morning.”
Wed, Feb 29, 2012, 11:04pm
Think gaudy East Harlem hookah-bar décor. Think candlelight. Think hot, smoke-thick, cinnamon-scented air. Think fledgling romance. Think hushed Arabic. Think midnight.
Wed, Feb 22, 2012, 11:54pm
Roaches—big ones, little ones, ones that flew—infested our Florida home when I was growing up. The kitchen was their capital city, and their spotty droppings littered the innards of most of our appliances.
Thu, Feb 16, 2012, 12:20am
With its brick sidewalks, pine trees, ivy-covered fences and crunchy dead leaves, Cambridge is an easy place to call home. We—Cambridge and I—have gotten to know each other over the years. Everything I was proud of and everything I was ashamed of happened in Cambridge.
Wed, Feb 8, 2012, 11:54pm
“Someone once said work was hell, but you’ve never been to fat camp,” the main character of the movie Heavy Weights writes to his grandma.
Thu, Feb 2, 2012, 12:01am
As I flipped through my European phrase guide, I started to panic. I glanced over at the curly-haired boy next to me on the plane, looking for a means to ease the nervous fluttering of the butterfly garden that had unexpectedly bloomed in my stomach—or was it the altitude?
Thu, Jan 26, 2012, 3:14am
On a roof in Taksim, Istanbul’s equivalent to Times Square (although less hated by its natives), I stand almost directly above the Bosphorus, the strait that divides the city.
Thu, Dec 8, 2011, 2:10am
Port Authority is a pit of human despair. There is absolutely no arguing with this. You know those Jacob Riis photographs? The ones from the turn of the century of 10-year-olds playing next to dead horses? It’s like that.
Thu, Dec 1, 2011, 12:18am
I’ll begin the way I always do: Last year, I took a year off.

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