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What I didn’t learn in college (Alternatively, why fame doesn’t suit me)

October 18, 2012

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I had this thought yesterday. I was pacing around my bedroom in my jammies at about 4:35 p.m., my unwashed hair in a sort of Annie Hall lounge-bun/Cast Away ravage-mop, when I stopped before my full-length mirror. There, as I sucked my belly in, achieving no figure enhancement given my XXL T-Shirt serving as the […]

“You talk weird.”

August 6, 2012

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When I was little, I wanted badly to collect. Collect what, I knew not — it was mainly so that I’d have substance to support my relentlessly underwhelming show-and-tells. Still, I craved presentable proof of my passions, a trinket to match every anecdote. I saw the piles of shiny purple and metallic gray stones at […]

The Post-grad Chronicles, Ch. 2.: We’re what’s for dinner

July 13, 2012

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I had an epiphany yesterday. Possibly while eating. We’re what’s for dinner. I say “we” — devoid, yes, of any credibility, elected or appointed — and mean my unemployed, recent college graduate compatriots and I. Please forgive my liberty, but I do think I’ve something going here — and I’m simply not ready to stand […]

A modest proposal re: the Estes Conundrum

July 10, 2012

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So I know my next post-grad post was supposed to divulge the succulent secrets of Mom’s All-You-Can-Eat International Buffet, but that’s going to have to wait. Bummer. I know. What will the world be without all the Instagram pix of teryaki sauces and dill pickles I planned? Bummer. The time shall come. For now, I […]

The Post-grad Chronicles, Ch. 1: I don’t know what the hell is going on

June 28, 2012

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A wise man (along with most of my teachers, professors, catechists, friends’ parents, soccer coaches and other various elders in positions of authority who beat the idiom into trite directional pudding) once said, “honesty is the best policy.” So I’ll be honest: I don’t know what the hell is going on. Not in my personal […]

The West has won.

May 29, 2012

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Tonight I come to you live from my top bunk at “Hostel ‘Mango'” in Prague, having called it a night early after getting ripped off by some creepy waiters in our pursuit of legitimate Czech cuisine (see: glorified pot roast, less roast, more breads). And my, how the days until now have flown. Indeed, as […]

Europe’s “got a big, fat LESBIAN CRUSH” on us.

May 26, 2012

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And I’ll explain it soon. Aside from a tale of my love affair with Holland and the most curious living situation we’ve seen yet. For now, I’m in Berlin, and there’s a rooftop bar in our hostel with a view of the TV Tower. So check back tomorrow. ttfn