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On day four of my German class, the teacher asked us our professions, and one student replied a chef. If you are learning English, chef is pretty easy, like most nouns. Plurals and definite/indefinite articles follow basic rules. That’s it. … Continue reading →

Precision is great, especially when you build cars, but a reasonable person can see that such precision should have limits. I got in an elevator in Germany, and saw that the floors were not demarcated as 1, 2, 3, but … Continue reading →

Every time I travel I’m always presented with so many questions. Few of them are profound, but they press on me nonetheless. Why is beer so different (and so much better) in some places? Why does the same hold true … Continue reading →

It’s a very frustrating process, arguing with Germans, because even when they are not right, they usually aren’t wrong, either. The backdrop: I’m at my step brother’s in Germany, talking to his wife, Steffi, about German Chimney sweeps, a slightly … Continue reading →

I just got back from my Godmother’s 15th century stone farmhouse, up on the Yorkshire Moors. The place is beautiful and timeless, with stunning views over Robin Hood’s Bay. The farmhouse was also built both for and by midgets, as … Continue reading →

Seriously, the streets are unnamed here. Street signs are rare, and inconveniently placed. If you don’t know where you are, forget it! Today I moved from one flat to another and dropped a friend off at Heathrow. All together about … Continue reading →

Washing dishes yesterday morning, I cut my finger on broken glass. With blood rushing everywhere, I tried to remove a shard of glass from my finger only to realize that what I was actually tugging at was a large flap … Continue reading →

Sorry for the slow updates . . . I went to the Globe theatre a week ago with a few friends from Hashing, and saw Timon of Athens. The Globe is an authentic replica of the original theatre, and like … Continue reading →

No, not an illicit substance from Morocco, Hashing is a bizarre ritual involving beer and running. In looking around for activities in London, I turned to something I’ve done a few times before, back in the States and Barcelona. Hashing … Continue reading →

It’s often hard to describe how fundamental differences are between apparently similar cultures, so lets stick with something managable, like the Potato Chip. Perhaps out of homesickness, or mere hunger, I’ve been eating more than normal. Here are a few … Continue reading →