Tag Archives: Europe

Want to be: In Bruges

Prison, death, it didn’t matter. Because at least in prison, and at least in death, you know, I wouldn’t be in fucking Bruges. But then, like a flash, it came to me, and I realized, “Fuck, man, maybe that’s what Hell is. … Continue reading

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A Midsummer Night’s Inspiration

“3 guys, 44 days, 11 countries, 18 flights, 38 thousand miles, an exploding volcano, 2 cameras and almost a terabyte of footage… all to turn 3 ambitious linear concepts based on movement, learning and food ….into 3 beautiful and hopefully … Continue reading

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Photo Essay: Belfast’s Queen’s Quarter

Home sweet hostel for my stay in Belfast was in quiet Queen’s Quarter (and look what I just did there), a 15 minute walk south of the Europa Buscentre, the main transportation hub for the city. I found Belfast to … Continue reading

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Four years of July 4ths

Yesterday marked the first 4th of July that I have celebrated in America since 2007. Ergo, I thought I’d take a look back at where I’ve been during my last few fourths. (and try saying “few fourths” several times fast) … Continue reading

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What ever happened to Ireland?

A dead computer battery. A few days of sailing on the Chesapeake Bay, away from said misbehaving computer. A few hundred Ireland photos to sort through and upload to a friend’s server so that he can compile a huge collection … Continue reading

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jet-setting to France (life is rough): meet guest blogger Kate

Hope everyone had a fantastic weekend–or a fantastic Easter weekend if that’s your thing. Mine was dotted with a mix of gluttony, hot yoga, unpredictable weather, retail therapy, and visits from far-away friends– all in all a superb spring weekend. … Continue reading

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ya sas, s’agapo

… is what Mr. Morrison would have sung had he been Greek.  And is precisely what I said to Oia, the picturesque cliffside town that clings to the northernmost hook of the Thira (Santorini) cresent, the moment I arrived with … Continue reading

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