When you’re beautiful, man, you gotta pose… and one article about you really isn’t enough.
Thus it was that I was strolling over the Mass. Ave. bridge to meet a friend in Central Square when a voice whispered through the balmy air: “Take me. Take another photo of me. Now.”
“Huh?” I gulped, whipping toward the glistening Charles River in confusion. And it was then that the glory of the scene exploded into [...Read More!]
“Please please don’t write anything awful,” I begged the reporter over the crackly cellphone line. “I just got this new job and I really like it and I’m not trying to get thrown out!”
Darren chuckled and calmly replied, “I’m a reporter. No one would talk to me any more if I violated their trust. This will be a positive, inspiring story, really.”
The Herald reporter was true to his word, and what [...Read More!]
Are you a diligent student seeking a place to study that doesn’t smell like your little brother’s socks?
Are you a tourist to Boston who enjoys lovely spaces which photograph well, but don’t charge a tiresome entrance fee?
Are you a hip 20-something questing for a quiet space to rock out the Internet?
Are you an economical human who is sick of spending money on music and books, or on that obligatory coffee which [...Read More!]
Pop quiz:
You’re an ESL teacher at an accredited English language school in Boston’s posh Back Bay.
Where do you take your students for the final field trip of Session 8?
Obvious Answer:
First to bowling, then to a hot dog-eating contest, of course!
I’ve written a photo essay about Laos, but what follows is far classier: a photo essay documenting a hot dog-eating challenge!
To be frank (haha!) I think you’ll dig the tale’s shocking [...Read More!]
Today is my ONE YEAR anniversary of taking that first flight out of Boston into the 9-month journey that would ultimately span Japan, Southeast Asia, Ghana, Iberia… and a whole heck of a lot of learning and fun!
How to celebrate? By sharing with you my absolute FAVORITE building in Boston. I am panting a little as I write this, I love this structure so much. Please honor my love and read [...Read More!]
I can’t drive a car and I don’t really want to learn.
Lame?
Meh… naw.
It just means I’ll always be forced to live somewhere with adequate public transportation…
…meaning I’ll always have the joy of the train/bus reading commute!
My current hour round-trip MBTA ride means an hour of delightful book time each day.
Comment below, then read these related articles:How the RTW Ticket was Born, or: How You, too, Can Finagle an STA Deal! Touring the [...Read More!]
One reason Boston is so deep in my heart is because its buildings are so darn sexy. They’re sleek, tasteful, not overly huge… and a lot of them are nice and shiny!
This post is the start of a series of odes to Boston architecture, so it’s only right to start with the biggest and best: the Hancock Building.
The John Hancock Building, located right near the Copley stop on the Green Line and [...Read More!]
Article #10 in the ESL Student Life Story Project, by Faisal from Saudi Arabia, age 28
In July of 2009, I met President Obama.
The meeting was simple and very fast.
I simply introduced myself and asked Obama, “Could I sit in your chair in the Oval Office of the White House?”
Obama shook his head in humor, and, smiling, said, “OK!”
And then I was sitting in the chair of the President of the strongest [...Read More!]
First: today my info-packed article, “5 Facts About TEFL Courses and Teaching ESL” was published on The Expeditioner. Check it out for handy tips about teaching English to speakers of other languages!
Second, let us pause to celebrate a milestone.
Exactly 365 days ago on this date, I clicked a button labeled “Create New Blog,” trembling slightly with the nervousness that comes from embarking on something utterly foreign.
A blog? I had barely thought [...Read More!]
“I feel terrible for you!” sighed Sherry, watching me lug my suitcase through the sultry New York streets. ”I’m so sorry we have no place for you to sleep tonight!”
I chuckled. ”Literally,” I said, “this is the hundredth time I’ve showed up in a city and had nowhere to stay. And yet, miraculously, it always works out in the end.”
Sherry looked dubious and murmured, “I really hope you’ll be all right.”