1. You are considered only a cog in the ongoing takeover of your neighborhood by your industry. Although I’d like to disown, on behalf of the sane people who work below the line and live here in Venice, the pricks they talk to in that story. 2. You use your recently acquired Liter Beer Mug, ...

Oh, sweet, sweet wireless broadband, how I missed you so! Now I just have to clean up, pick up my mail, pick up the cat, and deal with trying to find a job for the next month…something that may or may not have just been made substantially easier. More to come as I find out ...

Flying to Atlanta this morning, I was exhausted, so I laid my head back on the seat and tried to get some sleep. And then a family with two very, very loud boys sat in the three seats behind me. I could ignore the kid kicking the back of my seat. Really, I did the ...

Well, at least my grandmother’s doing a lot better. Apparently she was extremely dehydrated, and that was heavily contributing to her problems. In addition, one of her arthritis meds is contraindicated for anyone who can’t keep sufficiently hydrated, and it was causing her kidneys to start shutting down. She went to the hospital for IV ...

Well, we’ve made it all the way back to my mom’s house Washington, D.C. We walked in the door here and when I called my dad to tell him we’d made it, we saw about the bombings this morning in London. Pretty damn scary, especially since we were staying one tube stop from where one ...

Goddamn, they have huge beers here. Also: Switzerland is beautiful but expensive, and Italy…yeah, strikes are fun. In the sense that they made Florence quite a bit more difficult than it should have been. I wish I could say more but I can’t. I’m…too drunk.

Once again, a wee “we’re not dead!” post, this time from fantastically fabulous (and fantastically hot) Italy. We’ve had a long few days, trying to see everything in Venice and Rome, especailly since someone left the humidity in Rome up around Brazillian Rainforest the last couple of days. But when you can get fucking amazing ...

It’s a good thing I didn’t come here when I was twelve, because the German spelling of Vienna is Wiener. Because at least now, this monologue is internal: “Wienerwald! Hee hee hee hee!” After that, I think it’s appropriate that we’re probably going to go to the Sigmund Freud museum tomorrow.

It’s been a bit since I updated, so I figured I would. Copenhagen was cold. Really, really cold. The Danish history museum was really interesting but the overriding thing I took away was: Cold. Berlin was fun, there was a hell of a lot to do. It was a bit disappointing to find all of ...

We’re finishing up here in Amsterdam. To answer the two questions I know you have: 1. No, we did not get high. I’ve still got a pretty bitchy cold and can’t completely breathe right, so I figured that adding pot smoke to my lungs might be a bit counterproductive. And Mark, being the gentleman that ...