Stuck up a Turkish Mountain

I don’t normally do an intro, so today I’m writing one instead of an “About” since the author’s wonderful “About” page is better than I could summarize it. This blog is a repost with permission from my friend Dallas, of CrazyTraintoTinkyTown. When I asked her if she could write a guest blog, it took her … More Stuck up a Turkish Mountain

“…in Iceland, eating strange cheese” and Other Thoughts on Travel

As I write this, many of my friends and acquaintances are in Iceland, eating strange cheese and sleeping in hostels. Our wonderful Marla, who has allowed me the opportunity to write a guest blog here, is packing her things for the international adventure of a lifetime. My sister has just begun a summer job in … More “…in Iceland, eating strange cheese” and Other Thoughts on Travel

Always Throw the Rock

Deep Thoughts with The Spook Brothers Spook the Elder: During a visit to one of my favorite amusement parks, Cimetière du Montparnasse, I was told that it would be “cool” to pose on the parking space of these two meatbags, Sartre and Beauvoir, the former being a French existentialist philosopher and the latter being an … More Always Throw the Rock

Maybe If I Keep Procrastinating, I Won’t Have to Actually Think About Life

By the time you read this, I will be in Iceland.  Or maybe I’ll already have returned from Iceland.  Either way, the important thing to note is that I am sitting on my bed writing this blog post rather than packing my suitcase in preparation for my 7:45 am trip to the Pittsburgh International Airport … More Maybe If I Keep Procrastinating, I Won’t Have to Actually Think About Life

10 Ways to Survive Marla Unplugged

Amanda and I first met Marla in grad school. All three of us also traveled to England together, which was a riot. We have become great friends with Marla, which was easy of course because she’s so damned lovable. She makes everything better with her listening ear, her hilarious sense of humor, and her deep … More 10 Ways to Survive Marla Unplugged

Nobody Understands Death Until Death Arrives

A friend texted me this morning about the death of a classmate from high school, Philip Pappal. Just last night I was reading posts about plans for our 25th class reunion, and thinking how lucky we’ve been that we haven’t lost more of our class. We lost George while we were still just teenagers, to … More Nobody Understands Death Until Death Arrives