“The Informant” by Beau Eaton, architect of the V01D. “Seriously. Ask any of them. They’ll know about it.” Her eyes were wide with seriousness and her voice firm with conviction. The intrigue hung in the air like a mist. As we stepped away from the counter, our world open to new possibilities, only her promise remained, [...] Read more »
I once called it “a termite’s dream come true.” Had I known then what I know now, I wouldn’t have been so callous. The chair was plain and ordinary looking, barely stained and sun-bleached in its old age. Its legs creaked when someone sat down and the wooden slats of the back rattled when someone [...] Read more »
Available for your shower now! “Did you have a good time?” Larry inquires. “Yeah, it was fun,” I reply, my smile quickly turning into a tiny grimace. “I must admit I was tempted to pull Captain Geek aside and introduce him to deodorant.” “Captain Geek? We’re all geeks and gamers here.” “Yeah,” I chuckle and [...] Read more »
Lyon sparkles at night beneath Fourvière. For more sparkly, glowy pictures of France, click here. It may be hard to believe given that I don’t believe in free will, but I don’t believe in fate or destiny either. It simply doesn’t make sense to me that our lives are truly in our own control, yet [...] Read more »
The moon rises over the old city in Prague. For more loony pictures of Prague, click here. It’s the eyes. Glowering, slinking ever thinner, as if she wished she were Asian. I’ve been to Asia. she doesn’t want to be Asian. “Mustard,” she snaps, her face contorted in the most hateful stare I’ve ever seen. [...] Read more »
Prague from the heights of Prague Castle. For more fortified pictures of Prague, click here. Growing up, veal paprikash was one of my favorite foods. My grandparents used to make it once every visit. My grandfather traces his roots back to Czechoslovakia, now the Czech Republic and Slovakia thanks to the velvet revolution. For him, [...] Read more »
A German eagle, symbol of the fatherland, sits defaced in backlash against the Third Reich in Berlin. For more uberpolitical photos of Germany, click here. “I’m being straight with you and-this is important so pay attention-if you had any other parents, they’d be telling you little lies that would eventually add up to your complete [...] Read more »
Oktoberfest glows far below the grand church steeple, its carnival secondary only to beer. For more blotto pictures of Germany, click here. “Oh man, I love Germany,” Matt tells me. The trains are flowing like beer at Oktoberfest: quickly, freely, and with a regularity that’s both beautiful for its efficiency and scary for its monumental [...] Read more »
Matt says the 1st Athens hip hop festival is number 1. Or it will be when it happens. For more A-number 1 photo enforcing in Greece, click here. “If we’re lucky,” I say, “the lines at the Agora will be small in comparison to the Acropolis and save us some time.” It’s the first full [...] Read more »
The Palace of the Grand Masters towers over Rhodes Town as the sun goes down. For more medieval pictures of Greece, click here. I feel a rap on my shoulder. I’m suddenly aware that it must be the second or third that Matt’s applied. “Come on. We’re here.” I can’t tell the difference between being [...] Read more »