I have made my thoughts thoughts on the Icelandic dish Hakarl, or fermented shark pretty clear, calling it The Most Disgusting Food On The Planet in a previous post. While in Iceland though, my friend Nick Mavricos and I had to find out, “Who the hell likes this (insert your favorite explicative here)?” Akureyri is…
What to do with dew-drenched days squished by the pressure of our pains? Morning, as seen from the inside pane, Scolds anoche’s wine who regrets making the acquaintance of whiskey and networking with tequila who tickled Hestia into the Hulk. Morning light, you ever-eager retriever, the nature of a hangover is not to nurture, so…
It’s November, which means a bunch of dudes in moustaches are attempting to write novels. Movember, as those in the Mo call it, is the month that men from different races, religions, and countries set their differences aside and grow moustaches in the communal spirit of facial hair solidarity. Though I shaved my beard at…
Thomas is an orphan from a village west of Kisumu, Kenya. He was born a few hours from where my adopted Kenyan brothers were orphaned. From an early age, he saw education as his ticket to a better life. He studied hard and in college he was awarded a scholarship to study in Iceland. When…
What’s the best thing about Tenerife? That’s a tough one. Apart from the year-round climate, the fabulous beaches, the well- equipped holiday resorts and the island’s natural beauty, its first-rate attractions have got to be high on the “favourite” list. Check out the Tripadvisor guide to Tenerife attractions and you’ll find a long list of…
The data is in and the verdict is obvious: I am the worst and I suck at life. Don’t even try to argue with me and or convince me that maybe I am only the second worst. I am the worst. Consider the evidence: My flight from Iceland to Paris? I booked that the wrong…
Loki and the Fashion Bandits is what you get when a tiny hope mixes with the spice of reality. When I came to Iceland, with Sarah my guitar, I hoped that I might be able to jump into the awesome music scene there. Chance meetings can lead you about anywhere, and before I knew it,…
Mary’s Poem Written by request for my sister Who wanted me to write a poem That she could turn a line from into a tattoo Mary, when I emerged from the existential doubt our Last chat plunged me into, I felt guarded, yet flattered and cautious in the face of this brave new permanent…
Calling me unbiased on this issue would be on par with calling the Tea Party a collective of learned scholars. I am as biased as a dendrophiliac is pro saving the rainforest. Like most biases, mine is complicated and came before it was consciously invited. Here’s the scenario: My nearly twenty-year-old sister has gotten her…
Yikes! in Amsterdam, means Bikes! So, so many bikes. Their take over is utter and they outnumber people three to one. At any time, a bike might strike you and in a worst case scenario, paralyze you. But after 18 hours without a bike hitting me, I’ve already begun to believe that the bikes cannot hit you…
