"Uncle" Travelling Mel
My blogs
| Gender | Female |
|---|---|
| Industry | Education |
| Occupation | middle school teacher |
| Location | Washington, DC, United States |
| Introduction | I started this blog before my 6 week backpacking trip through Europe, in honor of Uncle Traveling Matt from Fraggle Rock. Now I am just blogging about travelling through life as a newly-single woman in an American metropolis. This is about my everyday search for love, beauty, and inspiration. Welcome aboard. |
| Interests | singing in my band, singing in the shower, yoga, reading, writing, eating Indian and Ethiopian food, travelling, laughing till it hurts, driving to very loud music, watching my students learn something new, playing vintage Nintendo games, riding a bike down big hills with no hands, killing big scary bugs all by myself so I can feel proud |
| Favorite movies | Amelie, Junebug, Once, Frida, All the Real Girls, Little Miss Sunshine, Forrest Gump, Clueless, Knocked Up, 40 Year Old Virgin, Wedding Crashers, When Harry Met Sally, The Breakfast Club, The Royal Tennenbaums, The Cosby Show (does that count?) |
| Favorite music | Paul Simon, Indigo Girls, Ani DiFranco, Alanis Morissette, James Taylor, Bob Dylan, The Beatles, Madonna, Pedro the Lion, Phantom Planet, The Shins, The Cure, Sigur Ros, Bjork, Radiohead, The Smiths, Anything loud and from the 80's that I can sing along badly to while cleaning my apartment |
| Favorite books | Oh god, where do I start. . . In the Time of the Butterflies, 100 Years of Solitude, House of Spirits, Poisonwood Bible, Prodigal Summer, Animal Vegetable Miracle, Catcher in the Rye, The Bell Jar, Their Eyes Were Watching God, Beloved, Anne of Green Gables, Little Women, White Teeth, His Dark Materials Trilogy, Things Fall Apart, The Good Earth, Kite Runner, A Thousand Splendid Suns, What is the What, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius |
How do you pronounce the 'g' in bologna?
Well anyone who grew up in front of a T.V. set in the 80's knows that "My ba-lo-nee has a first name, it's O.S.C.A.R. . ." Duh. There's no 'g' sound, and anyone who tells you otherwise is selling something.