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Stinky Tofu

In A Sense of Place, 1. The Experience of Place by MelvinLeave a Comment

Me and my family parked our family van in a dark parking lot. Looking toward the streets through the window, I can make out the dimly lit people against the bright signs of the shops. Bright and colorful signs decorated the street with a glow.  The faint glow of the signs brings up feelings of anticipation from within me. As …

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Boxwoods

In A Sense of Place, 1. The Experience of Place by Tori1 Comment

Lewisville, North Carolina is a largely untouched town of few; there were only around 8,000 registered residents during the census count of 2000 and current zoning laws still prohibit construction of any major retail stores, restaurants, or businesses that would otherwise draw unnecessary attention and traffic. All businesses in the locality are family owned (with the exception of the Food …

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Tokyo Armpit

In A Sense of Place, 1. The Experience of Place by Eve2 Comments

My Katsudon is delicious. But I eat it fast because this restaurant only seats eight people at a time, and I can feel the eyes of starving waiting salary men burning into my skull, although they are too polite to show it. Zuicho is a family run, counter only restaurant nestled inside an unsuspecting alleyway in the Harajuku neighborhood of …

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The City by the Sea

In A Sense of Place, 1. The Experience of Place by FalynnLeave a Comment

In the New Yorker article, “Experiencing Places”, Tony Hiss begins by describing the main concourse of Grand Central Station. He points out the high, decorative ceilings and the massive arched windows. He plays out an experience of entering the concourse, acknowledging his surroundings within the terminal, then rejoining the outside. Hiss’s experience proves that the sights, sounds, and motions within …

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Mi Comunidad

In A Sense of Place, 1. The Experience of Place by Leslie1 Comment

The two semesters I was away from home to dorm at NYU, I realized I was doing a lot to bring home with me. There are so many small things that make me remember or feel at home. Being around here for so long has made my community apart of me. I could literally draw you of most of 174th-182nd street …

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Backcountry

In A Sense of Place, 1. The Experience of Place by EllaLeave a Comment

Whenever I go somewhere new, I immediately find myself making comparisons to other places; it always sounds something like when you are trying to explain a dream “that took place at home,  but it wasn’t totally my home it was also partially school. And you were there but you were also kinda my mom.” It can drive people nuts, but …

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Beside the Acropolis

In A Sense of Place, 1. The Experience of Place by JonathanLeave a Comment

In Athens, confronted again by city-corridors threading towards most dramatic Acropolis photo-ops, stands in servitude the less-dramatic Areopagus, which up until now I’d known only as the “rock outcropping that is not the big one.” During fall break, ritually imbibing in communion as a local necessity, right-in (after a few days in Sofia) off a morning flight from NYU’s Berlin …

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Sidewalk Cafe

In A Sense of Place, 1. The Experience of Place by Abigail2 Comments

“Experience constructs place at different scales.” — Yi-Fu Tuan I worked my first restaurant job at seventeen, underage, a busboy at a burger place with some neighborhood history. My shift was brunch. My uniform was a long white apron, rolled up at the waist, until the hem landed mid-shin. Mornings began with the repetitive smack of rising steel shutters. Luis …

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Horizontal Daydreaming

In A Sense of Place, 1. The Experience of Place by Lulu1 Comment

Like Gaston Bachelard wrote, “the house shelters daydreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.” Bachelard speaks of the attic as a place where “…all our thoughts are clear…” The loss of the attic and the creation of a purely horizontal space can promote daydreaming as long as there are a few nooks one …

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Dockside

In A Sense of Place, 1. The Experience of Place by Rex1 Comment

I grew up in a small beach town called Treasure Island on the western coast of Florida about forty minutes from Tampa. My house sat on a peninsula that jutted out from the mainland surrounded by the intercostal and Gulf of Mexico. Palm trees were off set by a blue backdrop and life went by a little slower where the …