Travel
Anatomy of a Howler
Nothing stirs me more than the desire to be good at something. Even better if other people know it. I am a firm believer in the importance of being humble. Yet I also feel as though if you’ve worked hard to be good at any particular skill it should be considered acceptable to proclaim, in…
The evil hag that lives above the stairs.
Before I moved into my current abode I lived in a detached house in deep southern Berlin with four others, all students, all in their mid-twenties. I know what noise is. Now, the folks with whom I used to share a home were, and remain, lovely people. But the art of quietly closing a door,…
How not to get your hair cut, and why everything is going to be okay.
The time is 2:30pm. About 45 minutes earlier I decided that the ungodly mess sat atop my head had been allowed its rebellious freedom for far too long. Today, at long last, I would bring it to heel. I have, however, walked past several barber shops and hairdressers, all perfectly respectable, the closest of which…
Lush Gutters 