17 January 2017

Penn Winter Walks

It is easy to make excuses to stay at my desk. There is always another email to send, another phone call to make, and another piece of writing to revise. But in the spirit of the new year, I have been making an honest effort to leave the confines of the office for at least an hour a day. Man was not designed to lead a sedentary life. I find a brisk walk around Penn's campus refreshing in winter. The combination of the cool air and my rising body heat strike up the ideal temperate inside my navy coat. I approach College Hall, and the mesmerizing blanket of snow freezes me in that moment. The pedestrian traffic moves along the paths, but I do not take much notice. The rush to classes has ended, and the atmosphere is tranquil. The Gothic building looks even more forbidden. 
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M.J.C.

13 January 2017

Sunrise in PHL

I think fondly of Philadelphia when I see it in the distance, or from the sky, or on the screen. I would not go so far as to say that I admire the city as a whole. For most of my life, I considered it an unsavory place in which to live. In the past year, my barometer may have moved slightly away from this extreme mark of disapproval. University City has distracted me from my standard set of complaints about the former capital of the United States. I am a New Yorker and a Londoner at heart. Thus, Philadelphia, despite being the City of Brotherly Love, does not stand a chance in competing for my affection. I am not interested in knowing my neighbor unless we have been introduced, and I only have one brother (a brother is a sibling, not a random person you see in passing). But at every sunrise, I forget the city's unpleasant characteristics, like its violence and lack of diversity. The view is hypnotic, and I see PHL in a positive light as if I were in a dream.
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M.J.C.

10 January 2017

Salsa is a Verb

Mamá is a social butterfly and lover of laughter and good times. She, like any carefree puertorriqueño salsas her way through the obstacles and open doors of life. In the heyday of the new Latin sound, she spent her weekends twirling on the dance floor with her friends and a glass of wine. She is a woman after my own heart. It is a party whenever we are together. She plays my favorite songs by Héctor Lavoe como "Mi Gente" y "Que o." She reminisces about the 70s and brings me along.
Salsa is a verb

M.J.C.
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