Category Archives: Work

Out of the Pale Fire and into the frying pan

Last week I was looking for my boss when I noticed Nabokov’s Pale Fire on a colleague’s desk. I asked her, “Are you reading this?” Realizing how condescending that sounded, I tried to make a joke of it and added, “Or what?”

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An epiphanous pupusa

Sabine was making pupusas, a sort of filled corn tortilla from Salvador. Usually when she cooks I might just help with slicing and dicing, but as the dish was Latin American I felt obligated to honor my heritage and started making some pupusas myself.

As we cooked, I told Sabine about my conversation on Friday with the director of human resources at work. I’d gone to talk to her about year-end review stuff, but at some point the conversation took an unexpected turn.

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