Category Archives: Dad

Be the Justice

I’m tired. So I donated to Beto O’Rourke. It was the best I could do today. O’Rourke is a Congressional Rep from El Paso Texas, running for the Senate seat presently occupied by a weeping chancre disguised as human named … Continue reading

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Just Visiting

Ann Arbor Michigan – 1975 I spent part of Wednesday night carefully writing “we are not fucked”, practicing calligraphic lettering. Thursday I donated to Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, another New York primary winner. Ocasio-Cortez was born in the Bronx, two months after … Continue reading

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The Cult of Athena: Part I – Seeds and Stripes

I know a man with stripes on his back. Apparently it’s pretty common in humans who were once teen boys. They grow so quickly after puberty they get stretch marks, like some folks after pregnancy. Into his thirties, they were … Continue reading

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Hook, Line, and Torte

Learning some stuff #crochet #hidingout A post shared by Elleanor Chin (@elleanorchin) on May 7, 2016 at 8:23pm PDT Things that I can do: Bake bread (although it turns out differently every time, and my cake results are even more … Continue reading

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Baroque Geography and Memory Salad

My father died 10 years ago today, after a period of dementia and failing health that was much more heartbreaking than his actual death. He was 83. I have a friend, Jessica, whose mother died one year ago today after … Continue reading

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New Year’s Weevils

When I was growing up, my parents hosted three, maybe four parties a year in our old house on Hamilton Place. Chinese New Year, my mother’s birthday in October and Thanksgiving were all raucous affairs where we invited Dad’s students, … Continue reading

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Fois Gras and Vertebrae

  I grew up eating duck. When my dad catered, there was always a duck or duck products around. He steamed whole ducks in an enormous steamer then took them away, packed in milk crates, to┬ádeep fry on site. He … Continue reading

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