My earliest football memories are of my mom, yelling at the Cowboys on the kitchen television while she cooked dinner. Other memories include falling asleep during every Cowboys Thanksgiving Day…
Misery misery son of a bitch of all miseries. Madrid Airport defeated me. I mean defeated. Completely defeated. Is there any other way to say it? No, there is not. Defeated, completely.
A third…
“Benito was not happy with me. No, Benito was mad. The truth is, yes, I was out drinking with Yusuke-san, until 3 a.m., and I was tired. I don’t expect Benito to sympathize with a…
24 hours after arriving in Madrid, I signed for the apartment I was raving about last night. I’m sort of beside myself with excitement. I move in on Friday. Friday!
So, I live in Madrid now. After frantically buying into a T-Mobile hotspot in the Frankfurt Airport with the fervor of a crack addict coming down, I reported a smooth international transition. Ha!
“a good and decent man, who saw wrong and tried to right it, saw suffering and tried to heal it, saw war and tried to stop it.”
(In 2008 I met DC photographer, Josh Cogan, at a show of…
From the Telegraph
LivingSocial.com deals like what I got today: $10 for $45 worth of fresh flowers @ Ultra Violet in DC. Yes!
Seriously appreciating Standard Deviation NYC for shorts such as these.
This morning, I Googled “alenda lux”, the first part of the Davidson College motto “Alenda Lux Ubi Orta Libertas”, because I’d forgotten it. Treasures resulted.
The first is a blog called,…
