[Interview] with Jeremy Staffeld
I was recently honored by student from San Diego who asked to interview me for her journalism class:
Ramblings on Weather…
Clouds pregnant with rain were trying their damnedest to blot out the early evening sun and that pushed a thick mattress of humidity down upon us. Omaha had donned a tropical Floridian mask. A breeze would be comfortable but alas we have sent our trademark winds eastward this year which has given birth to one of the most devastating springs of all time to the lands east of the Missouri.
Extranos…
Each blossoming spring, South Omaha bursts into being from its migrant Mexican roots to a thriving urban melting pot of mixed culture as the Cinco de Mayo celebrations come alive. Parade routes are marked along the main drag, 24th street; carnival rides trucked in to sit poised in anticipation, giant mechanical beasts buzzing with kinetic potential; street vendors and shops along the avenue begin to setup their welcoming displays in hopes that the festivities bring forth the throngs of eager patrons that will soon browse and buy up the culture that is for sale so many miles north from its homeland. Here I was, right in the thick of things, a spectator to this grand opus of Latin American heritage transported north to the vast plains of America’s heartland.
Recompense…
"Are you really coming back for me?" She asked as we lay in a hotel room bed, gazing into my eyes with such a confusing expression upon her face. It was a look steeped in sadness but softened somehow perhaps with anticipation that the longing would soon be vanquished and my answer now would be the first charge in the coming battle with those demons that held her within that sadness.
A Devilish Streak…
A devilish streak hit tonight, part of a personal philosophy in which I seek balance in all parts of my life – if I live too much seeking selfish sins then I require myself to do something incredibly unselfish – however when I spend enough time and resources doing good, then I simply have to bring out a wicked side (though my wicked side isn’t as bad as it may sound).
Tonight, for example, I discovered that Nebraskans aren’t connoisseurs of world foods, and despite sushi being old-hat in the Midwestern cities like Chicago and Detroit, there are several young men still completely unfamiliar with it. While a caring gentleman had one of the youngest here try his first sushi, I was daring him to snort some wasabi.
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I am a 33 yr old freelance writer, website developer, perpetual student, arbiter of silliness, aficionado of cheese, and proud owner of a beautiful mini-dachshund named Carrera.
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