I’d hoped to write a blog on my four-hour bus ride yesterday, but I became so nauseated that I could do nothing except try to sleep in a Frankenstein, with bolts in his neck, upright fashion. If there’s one lesson to be learned, it’s that the Peter Pan busline is not the Dartmouth Coach. I … Continue reading Fantasy Football with Some Extra
I used to be that person who could only think of stories by hand-writing them first. After multiple failed attempts to draft a blog while on a ferry (without my laptop), I realize I am no longer that person. Of the five pages I scribbled in a notebook, none were good. Here is the … Continue reading Friendship is a one-way street
(as in, the end of my trip, not the end of the country) A Wee Bit O’ Ireland (Part III) The best/worst/weirdest day ever in Ireland continues! [If you missed Ireland Part I or Ireland Part II, please follow the links so you can feel knowledgeable.] When last I wrote, I … Continue reading The End of Ireland
I think it’s safe to say I have fallen behind in my Euro-trip documentation. And, of course, now that I finally have some time to write, all I can think about is eating peanut butter by the spoonful and going to bed. Thus, this will be a two-part entry—not for you reading it, … Continue reading Meet Death, and Ireland Part II
A Wee Bit of Ireland (Part I) Okay, mo chuisle*°, here’s a wee bit o’ Ireland! *mo chuisle = a phrase I learned from a Mr. OOOOOO’Sullivan** **emphasis added on “O” so as not to be confused with Sullivan, who would be British and not Irish (!) ° I don’t actually know what … Continue reading Top O’ da Mornin’ To Ya
I promised Ireland and it is written, but it requires pictures, and at the moment, I’m on a bus headed out of Chinatown that has sketchy wifi and I’m unable to upload pictures because the browser freezes every time I try. So for now, I’m going to write a current update. When last I wrote … Continue reading It’ll Only Take a New York Minute
It’s only appropriate that I introduce my Ireland adventure by saying that I’m writing this from London, where I have missed my flight to America, because that’s how the journey of Ireland began. At 2:30 a.m. on the morning I was supposed to go to Ireland (with a taxi arriving at 5 a.m.), I … Continue reading Mind the Gap
I have to come back to Ireland. (When I wrote that, I meant in the figurative, “I want to write about Ireland but not at this moment” kind of way, but it works literally as well. Ireland, I shall return! Unfortunately, there’s too much to blog about, so my little brain must start elsewhere, … Continue reading Chocolate Chocolate Everywhere!
I’m currently sitting in Regents Park, eating a “supercharge” salad dinner, and watching kids who don’t speak English successfully feed squirrels from their hands, which if you ask me is like feeding demon creatures because squirrels are freaking scary, while Simon is off working his bartender magic. (When I say “bartender magic,” I mean magic. … Continue reading Step Inside the Map: London
All right you fine folks of America (and, if I’m lucky, the world): I am ending my silence to blog again, hoorah! If you missed my recent update, you can check it out here. It briefly explains why I’ve been silent for the last couple months (and when I say briefly, I mean one … Continue reading Leaving on a High Note
They Call Me Fushilou 