THINGS I LOVED/HATED THIS WEEK #165
LOVE: French Press: I don’t think I’m obsessed with coffee, but like most people with a serious addiction, I’m not ready to admit I have a problem. It clearly is, […]
LOVE: French Press: I don’t think I’m obsessed with coffee, but like most people with a serious addiction, I’m not ready to admit I have a problem. It clearly is, […]
Let’s set the mood. To Egypt! I have always intended to write the story of my life in three volumes, each book telling the story of 33 year bits of my […]
The first ten seconds of this are important for this post. It’ll make sense much later. The lady in the sandwich shop really intrigued me when she mentioned that Turin […]
“You have a, how do you say? The head of a killer!” a woman chuckled at me at the little bookstore where tickets to the museum are sold. I grimaced warily at this odd greeting and entered the museum.
Immediately, I was gobsmacked. The first room is dark, has a terrifying bust of a Neanderthal, and opens up onto the first main room. Skulls and death masks are everywhere. There isn’t a visible surface that isn’t dedicated to the weird and horrible.
MANDATORY HILARY DUFF INTERLUDE: This will make sense later on. ***** I can’t say that I really felt any better the next day. This was a constant problem of mine […]
“It turns out that many places in Italy are closed on Mondays or have very limited hours. As a person who is genuinely quite lazy, I found this a charming practice. But as a gloomy man looking for a few hours of meditative peace, I found it irksome in the extreme.”
Turin has been on my mind since the day I left it. I never expected to have such depth of feeling for the city, but I loved everything about it. I […]
LOVE: Successful Oven Repair: Guys, I had a miserable weekend for a number of reasons. I had a terrible head cold, a wisdom tooth suddenly shot through the gums of […]
The middle of the year was hella busy, so get ready for scrolling. MAY: It rained every day, so I could not plant my salad gardens. I was livid. I […]
“Punch him with your bag!” Sandra hissed menacingly at me. “I can’t hit him,” I responded immediately, huffing and out of breath, my gentlemanly instincts tend to prevail in all […]