Less than three weeks remain in my yearlong investigation into baseball on islands outside of the U.S. After 11 months, the end of June brought a visit from my brother. His visit immersed the two of us into a friendship with Omar and Kelvin—our kiteboarding instructors. As soon as I saw kiteboarding on … Continue reading On Maps: who reads them & who draws them
This week marked my 23rd year of life. I therefore began to wonder what marks a year? How does one measure such a long time? Yes, exactly like the fantastic Rent song. What marked my 23rd year of life? 365 days 12 months Allergies: 365 pills of Zyrtec (I currently have four left in my 365 pack from … Continue reading A year wiser
I am swimming in stories. I am going to try to take you along for the ride while offering an explicit update on my where-and-what-abouts. Where am I? I am in a northern province of the Dominican Republic. It’s called Puerto Plata, and I am currently in a small town called Cabarete. This peculiar town … Continue reading Cabarete, Puerto Plata, DR
My beloved mother warned me: the word reconciliation doesn’t mean anything. Despite the fact that I didn’t accept my mom’s advice to change the title of my Watson fellowship project, I do think there is immense truth to her opinion that the word reconciliation, especially in the context of reconciling with a baseball diamond, lacks … Continue reading On Reconciliation: What It Is and Why I Haven’t Fully Pursued It
What is comedy? A dear friend, Sricharitha Mullaguru, tells me that comedy is when the opposite of what one might expect happens. Or, comedy is a disruption in the natural flow of things. It’s when something that’s not quite right happens—not necessarily in a good way. I like her definition. I think it works towards … Continue reading Presidente, Plantains, and Playing Ball
Reconciling with the Diamond (A Girl's Best Friend) 