It takes a lot of time to say less than you want to! But the painful pruning of my loquacious tendencies is done, and the debut of the proper site for my Romania… Continue reading
I was hired at a “medical research” company for a particular project to last 6-8 weeks. Last week was #10, and we finished the main part, with an additional 2 weeks to do… Continue reading
Another Midnight post…uh oh. But I kinda think I should put something else on here to move any mention of prostitutes further down the page (my girlfriend’s mom reads this blog, man). Of… Continue reading
Are my blogs boring as all hell? “Today I rode a bicycle home from work and it was cold.” Yeah. Not sure what else to write. I want to interview prostitutes. Is that… Continue reading
I was lying in bed just now, full of that Thai food from the last post (the one with the red curry burps) and was thinking about regrets. Or maybe Disney. Or maybe… Continue reading
I turned 18 in the Bahamas. And it was even better than it sounds. I had been nominated by my high school English and science teachers to a scholarship program which sent students… Continue reading
Man, being a productive member of society sure cuts into my reading time. That was the realization I had as I put my immensely engaging book back into my bag on the train… Continue reading
Movement is oddly effortless when it is raining. Riding home from the train station I suspect the warmer air of improving the functionality of my chain and gears, and I wish I could… Continue reading
New Dutch class! Gone is the pint-sized Armenian in tall shiny leather boots, the crazy-eyed Romanian advising me to try killing pigs for a living, and the teacher yelling at us for making… Continue reading
I am a liar. I am being rewarded for it at work and I don’t think I am going to stop any time soon. I only feel about 15% sorry about it. See… Continue reading
It’s raining tonight. It’s usually raining here. Especially at night. I like the rain. On the train everyone has their own something to read. We sit looking down at our laps. We don’t… Continue reading
