If this is true – and when has a sign outside a church lied to us? – then Jesus could stock a thriving Etsy store based on things made from the contents of my son’s bedroom. Advertisements
Read about our adventures so far here and here. The train to Edinburgh leaves from Kings Cross station. Maybe you’ve heard of it. It’s a very nice station. Clean, modern, safe. Ne’er a prostitute in sight. The 3 hours to Edinburgh – our first train journey as a couple, my wife reminds me – roll… Continue reading #UK2015 – 3. Edinburgh
I’m not an actual Texan, of course, so it’s hard to be certain. But this looks like the epitome of social-realist design. Look, they know we’re going to need to poop behind a dumpster one day, so why not set up actual facilities? Well done, Austin. Once more, you’re at the vanguard of what’s possible!
Sitting in the doctor’s surgery, my young and wallflowerish doc murmurs, as if just in passing, “Some of my patients with high cholesterol find that losing a little weight helps.” The next day, as the results of my blood test come in, he’s grown a little braver, from a distance: “Recommend losing 30 pounds in… Continue reading On Dieting
Finally, a political movement we can all get behind. Unless you can’t eat donuts or drink coffee. In which case, I’m just so very sorry. Save
First, this title clearly identifies how very not-American I remain, despite being in this country for almost a decade. The proper American version of this would be: On the things I will do when I am rich. And good luck to you all in this endevour. Unlike every American, who is just one great idea,… Continue reading On Daydreams of Being Rich
Only in Austin, the Live Music Capital of the World, do we have designated zones for loading our live musicians. Just down the block may be another zone for the…non-live…ones. Save