Isn't it interesting how timeless and true good writing proves itself, even in our modern age, and even though it was originally intended for a different literary context? It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of … Continue reading The best of times
In much the same way that too much sugar will give you diabetes and too many calories will make you fat, bass-boosted music ends up being a hollow, crappy experience that will make you deaf and piss off your neighbors. And hopefully, it will also bring you lots of fines for noise violations, fines which … Continue reading Excessive bass is the bane of modern music
My use of the term "civilized countries" in my previous video on men's personal hygiene sparked some confusion, so I thought I should clarify what I meant. In this video, I offer a basic definition of "civilization" and some examples to help illustrate my point. You can watch it on YouTube or below.
Someone once said that the mark of a good civilization is set by how they handle their poop. By and large, it's a good rule of thumb. And yet, in this modern and somewhat sanitary world of ours, it's so easy to be reminded of how fragile our constructs of civilization and sanitation are -- … Continue reading Not so civilized after all
There are two problems with dogs in Romania, as I see it: There are entirely too many stray dogs Most dog owners care little about their dogs' behavior Let me say first that I'm a dog lover, though my recent experiences here in Romania have cooled my enthusiasm for dogs significantly. Overall, it's been one … Continue reading Wish I could do something about those dogs
Last weekend, on a fiercely hot Sunday, my wife and I visited the Antietam Battlefield, located near Sharpsburg, MD. It's quite easy to get to it from DC. You take 270-N to 70-W, then keep going on 70-W until you see the signs for Antietam. Once off the highway, you've got another 8 miles or … Continue reading Photos from Antietam Battlefield
Every single day, I go around with a little pain in my heart. It's the sort of pain that only certain people can understand. These people are called immigrants. Sometime this month, a familiar date will pass, and I'll know that I've been in the States for 17 years. I've been a naturalized citizen for … Continue reading Migratory state of being