July 30, 2006

Hipster or Hippie?

So tonight I went with my brother Paul and my roommate McGrew to see "An Inconvenient Truth," the movie about global warming. I thought that it was really well done, and I'd recommend it to anyone that had a chance to see it. If it's not playing near you, you can still check out http://www.climatecrisis.net/
That's the site that has information on the film and its subject matter.
As for the Hipster/Hippie thing in the subject line, I was just trying to come up with a clever title for this posting. I'm still not sure what a hipster is, even after we talked about it for about an hour in our office one day. I think that the only consensus, though, was that I'm not a hipster.
Probably not a hippie, either.

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July 27, 2006

Damn Germans

I know I just posted something today, but this topic has been on my mind for about 5 or 6 years: The German Harry Potter. There's no universal Harry Potter, and in each country, they commission different artists to draw the cover. Now, I'm not even the biggest Harry Potter fan in the first place. I like the books and movies, but I'm no rabid fan. But is it just me, or does the German Harry look pretty lesbian-y? Check it out:

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R.I.P., Sammy

So yesterday I got Sammy the Cyst cut out of my arm. He was a good cyst, as cysts go. I remember when I was in Argentina, back in May, and Jose said it was probably just a zit. Then about a month ago, when Susanne from the German department diagnosed Sammy as a cyst, she said that it'd come out with a quick snip and a stitch. Turns out she was right, although the quick snip turned into a mini-bloodbath, and they had to cauterize the hell out of the wound. Smelling burning flesh is bad enough, but when you smell your own burning flesh, it really sucks. And stinks. But they pulled that little marble-sized guy out of my arm, and it was all red and bloody. They wouldn't let me taste it to see if it was cancerous, but instead sent it to a lab to do some sort of quack, voodoo procedure called a "biopsy." Whatever, doc. Just cross your fingers for me that I don't have arm cancer.

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July 13, 2006

Free N' Easy

I'm visiting relatives in Denmark now. It's a nice little stopover of calm on an otherwise very busy trip. I still have no idea what I'll be doing in the future, though, so that causes occasional flare-ups of stress or concern.
I went to a beach in a place called Tisvildeleje yesterday. I'd have to say that it was hands-down the nicest beach I've ever been to. It was wide, long, and and had dunes and all that, and the sand was great. The water was only 20 degrees Celsius, but the sun was nice and warm, so it didn't feel that cold. Mainly I just walked around a lot and finished reading a book. But when I was walking around, I stumbled on what was either officially or de-facto a nude beach. That's the thing about nude beaches: they always sound so awesome to guys like me, but when you get there, it's mainly just unattractive, overweight, burnt-to-a-crisp old people. But it was still a pretty deserted part of the beach, so I decided to find my own little corner and settle in to read and chill out. As the saying goes, "When in Rome, get nekkid." It was strange at first, and in the end I got a pretty bad sunburn on my shoulders (which isn't that bad, considering the alternatives). But it was worth it sitting on the beach, wang in the sun, watching the old uglies walk by. At that point, I didn't worry what I was going to be doing in the future, because the present was pretty damn good. In my mind I paraphrased Andy's brother Matt and thought, "I'm not to worried about it...I'll be fine."

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