December 30, 2002
Adventures In London (And Neighboring Areas)
24 Dec 02 :: 1200 -- 30 Dec 02 :: 1800
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December 20, 2003
Rain, Pain, Disdain
I had possibly one of the most miserable flights home yesterday that I could have ever had in my life. Flying home from Berkeley has always been a shitty experience, ever since my first year, but this trip broke all records. It was so bad, I almost started laughing and crying all at the same time on numerous occasions!
December 30, 2003
Nightmare on Century Blvd.
Perhaps nightmare is not the correct word. A nightmare implies a dream. Something invented by your subconscious. Something that didn't really happen. Maybe I should use the phrase waking nightmare.
Or maybe one of the worst experiences of my life.
August 28, 2006
Mission to Miami
My week-long stint in the Sunshine State, or Florida as it is referred to by those not enamored by its rather dubious and suspect moniker, ended today as my flight left Miami International Airport a little over a day before Ernesto is scheduled to hammer south Florida, and landed at SFO several hours later. Stepping off the airplane into the mild and beautiful San Francisco evening, and for the first time in a long time, not feeling the intense moisture in the air like a punch in the stomach, I could not help but be happy to be returning to California. Not that my trip to Florida wasn't fun--it was--but there's only so much one can take of the tropics.
December 28, 2006
Across the Pond
For the particularly incompetent readers of this blog, let me clarify: I'm currently writing this entry from an Internet cafe near Trafalgar Square in London, England. Our flight left San Francisco last night at around 6 PM and was (surprisingly) one of the best international flights I have ever taken.
December 29, 2006
An American Tourist in London
My second day in London was significantly more hectic than the first. Sadly, none of my tiredness tonight is a result of public transportation, bums, or any other unsavory elements; I'm just tired from cramming in almost all of London in one day. Between visiting St. Paul's Cathedral, Tower Bridge, the Tower of London, the British Museum, and the Parliment, I am surprised I am still capable of typing.
January 05, 2007
The City of Lights (and Luxembourg)
Three countries and five days have passed since I last wrote, but c'est la vie. In this entry, I will attempt to summarize the remainder of London, four days in Paris, and a day in Luxembourg faster than I blazed through all those countries.
January 08, 2007
Update from Amsterdam
Greetings from the Red Light District in Amsterdam, Netherlands, where I currently find myself. I only have 5 minutes left on my Internet Cafe ticket, so this one is going to be fast.
January 11, 2007
Bonjour, Au Revoir
Pardon my French, but I think that given the circumstance, it is justified. In other words, I'm now officially back in the good ol' U.S. of A., though only peripherally (San Francisco can hardly be considered America
, House Speaker Nancy Pelosi notwithstanding). And after two weeks of roughing it in hostels of varying disrepute (and cleanliness), I cannot necessarily say that I'm all that disappointed to be able to finally sleep in my own bed again.
January 16, 2007
Your City Ain't Shit (Unless It's Got a River)
Having spent the first two weeks of 2007 wandering through Western Europe, I have arrived upon one resounding, ground-breaking conclusion: your city ain't shit unless it's got a river running through it. That's right. It's the river that makes the city.
May 24, 2007
Perfect Strangers
When I originally began this post, some 12 hours ago, sitting in an uncomfortable chair in Omaha's Eppley Airfield (it isn't even big enough to be considered an airport, I suppose), I had intended to discuss all the memorable events in my three day venture to what has to be the most bucolic and mind-numbingly nondescript city
in vast, abysmal expanse known as Middle America.
However, upon further reflection, I realize that besides arriving on a plane in which I was literally one of four people under 200 lbs. (the other three were the female flight attendants—enough said), nothing about this trip was worth remember beyond a week (or even a day)—that is, until my flight from Denver to San Francisco, when I met what in another time and place might have very well been my soulmate.
September 05, 2007
Au Revoir California
Nearly 20 years ago, in October of 1987, I moved to California from the dirty confines of Baltimore, Md.; tomorrow, having spent more than 80% of my (necessarily futile) life in the Golden State, I leave for hitherto uncharted territory: Chicago, Ill. Though I should probably be feeling sad, or nostalgic, or at least something, strangely, I am not. I guess when I left San Francisco last month, I was already mentally prepared to leave California; the past three weeks loafing in Irvine at my parents' house have barely registered at all.
April 02, 2008
The Spring Break That Was Neither
Spring Break. The phrase conjures up images of warm, tropical beaches, scantily-clad women, and tequila—lots and lots of tequila—in your mind, does it not? Unfortunately for me, I sort of hate the beach (despite having spent a little less than half my life in (the) O.C.), have already been to such destinations as Cancún and Miami, and in any case, stand no chance with scantily-clad women of any sort, no matter how much tequila they may have consumed. Instead, I chose to spend my break on a bicoastal whirlwind tour that left me perhaps more tired than before. And considering that today was probably the first day where it was both sunny and above 45° F here in Chicago, one might say that my so-called Spring Break was neither spring nor a break. [...]
June 29, 2008
Wet, Hot, Sticky American Summer
Seeing as how this is my first time living on the Right Coast since the mid 1980s (B-more represent!), one of my goals for the summer when I moved out here was to check out the bigger cities on the eastern seaboard that I have either never been to or not been to in decades. In that vein, on Saturday I tossed a change of clothes and a copy of Guns and Ammo into my briefcase, and hopped on the (Chinatown) bus to our nation's capital, Washington, D.C. It promised to be a wet, hot, American summer—if you know what I mean.