You’ve just moved into your new apartment or dorm. Your desk is spotless, you’ve got your fresh school supplies, your bed is made with clean sheets and blankets, you’re even careful to pick up the two or three scraps of garbage that fell on the floor while you were unpacking boxes in your ne…
I used to be in a long distance relationship and whenever my partner would leave for the next month or so, my appetite would suddenly become insatiable. Every meal was like an event on my calendar that I would cross the preceding days off until. Missing someone you’re in a relationship with …
You’re walking down the Ave and suddenly catch a whiff of strawberry. You turn your head and sure enough, somebody’s vaping and you’ve just walked through their cloud. It smells all right — at least not as potent as tobacco smoke — so it can’t be that bad for you, right?
A consequence of our society’s fixation on productivity and efficiency is the treatment of cooking and eating as an obstacle to accomplishing the next task. We forget to eat or consciously skip meals. We work through lunch breaks, opting instead to absentmindedly prod at our food while hunch…
No, birds don't work for the bourgeoisie. But that doesn't mean they're not keeping tabs on you.
A farmers market activates one’s senses like nothing else. It’s difficult to not be in awe upon entering one of these charming convergences of local foods and crafts, to not admire the stacks of vegetables filling gradients of green, yellow, red, which blend with the leaping notes of fiddle …
The first thing you’ll notice is the panel of windows on the west wall. The windows stretch from knee-height to ceiling, one on top of the other. They protrude out from the building, forming a small nook perfect for curling up with a book. A large tree rests just outside, covering the window…
Have y’all ever talked to your parents, or maybe your grandparents, about how much sex they had when they were your age? If not, you might not have any idea that, on average, the amount of sex that millennials are having is actually lower than the amount that previous generations did.
When I moved from California to Seattle to attend the UW, I knew the academic challenges that lay ahead. While I was prepared for the household chores, I was still surprised when I was faced with having to make my own meals, clean my bathroom, and vacuum my carpet. As time went on, I grew in…
Portage Bay, the piece of Lake Washington that comes up to the edge behind the UW Medical Center on San Juan Road, has been my secret place to escape for two years now. Broad skies, a bright sun (or endless clouds), and calm waves peppered with pristine white boats make a great environment f…
During my junior year of high school, caught in the throws of AP U.S. History and the hundreds of “key terms” I was required to define nightly for the class, I was forced to make a radical change in my study habits. The silence, which had for years served as an adequate background for studyi…
Ah, summertime in Seattle. The crushing anxiety of forest fire smoke, the bustle of Amazon interns flocking to the city, and the smell of BO wafting through the grocery aisle of Trader Joe’s. Sure, the solstice is a reliable marker for the start of summer, but so is the sight of me on the bu…