My grandmother used to have an odd sense of humor. “Yes, we have no bananas,” is a sentence she used to repeat in context of derision towards third-world countries. In retrospect, this could have been odd to see, since – as I learned later on in my life – my grandmother was born in Cuba [...]
The night before last, I don’t know exactly how or why, I got into small banter with Verónica, our roommate: suddenly, out of nowhere, she started squealing like a pre-pubescent girl in front of her computer screen… and then she started showing me pictures of these dudes: … and I was like :-S “wait, whaaaaaat?”. [...]
Yesterday I found a website that trumps all other nostalgia websites I’ve come to know so far: I’m Remembering. It’s a blog built on a Tumblr engine, its theme is specifically 80s and 90s nostalgia. I Love the 80s never had it so good and so right. I found things in there that I had forgotten [...]
Sunday mornings are something you lose after you stop being a child: the carelessness, the feeling of freedom, the anticipation of a day filled with games and fun. Saturday mornings were cool too, but not in the same way: Saturdays were the days Mom would stuff you in the back seat early in the afternoon [...]
Our first stray was a cat. It was around Christmas-time and I was probably no more than 6 years old. It was customary in the family – back then – to deck the living room in basking glory (that means putting up a huge-ass tree that barely fits through the doorway and throw the boxloads [...]