Pursuitist
Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness
Le Tour de Lance (Day 1)
I rolled into Karlsruhe Germany alone and didn’t have much in terms of a plan: Just jump on that Tour de France bandwagon and follow it as long as I could hold on. It was one hell of a ride.
"Hello and welcome to Tex...
Ladies and Gentlemen… I used to curse at that damn voice. I’d curse it up and down at 7:30 am on a winter morning my freshmen year of college while trying to get into that one class that was already filled.
Get In The Game!!!
Beer, meat and football. Is there anything really better in life? This past weekend I introduced about 25 of my students to the simple joys that have carried me through the past 5 years back in Texas with a field trip to the Dresden Monarchs American Football game (with funding from the Bosch Stiftung. I’m telling you, I live a dream life).
Tour De France
Lance Armstrong is a personal hero of mine.
I will be in attendence, cheering him on to victory, this weekend (July 8-10) as the tour dips briefly into Germany.
If you want to come along, contact me ASAP.
Sunrise Doesn't Last All Morning
Yesterday marked my last official day in Zittau.
I used to dread going all the way out there. Two hours there. Two hours back. And I really didn't know what I was supposed to be doing there in the first place.
But now I'm actually kinda sad.
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And the younger of them said to his father, Father, give me the portion of goods that falleth to me. And he divided unto them his living. And not many days after the younger son gathered all together, and took his journey into a far country, and there wasted his substance with riotous living.
Football is Sex Baby
"Football is Sex baby!" I don't understand it either. But that doesn't mean that I have anything against it. In fact, I found myself chanting it along with the other 5000 fans who were in attendance for the Season Opener of the Dresden Monarchs Game - American Football in Dresden.
I'll take the National Religion of Texas for $100 please Alex
You know... as in football. REAL football. And its not that I don't respect the game of soccer. I think it's a great game. Exciting. Fun to play and to watch. The only problem is it's dominated by a bunch of whiny nancy boys who are more interested in taking off their shirt and exposing their freshly shaved chests than playing the man's game.
Balling on a Budget
So I’d be flying solo on this mission. I just couldn’t wait anymore. It would be another two hours before the next bus pulled into town but I needed to go now. Road seduction was pulling at my heart strings once again and just as with previous occassions, I couldn’t say no. I was headed southbound for the Czech Republic with a pocketfull of nickels and that’s not such a bad direction to be headed when you’re “balling on a budget” (as we in the game like to call it).
Scheiss Nazis
It would appear as if a couple of damn nazis got a hold of my email account. I don't yet know the extent of the damage, but I do know that several people in my address book have been targeted for a vicious assault of e-mails.
Kicking Ass and Taking Names
The comeback is complete. I competed in my first race in years last weekend and words can't express the fun I had. Conditions were horrible. 4 Degrees. Rain. At times hail. And a constant wind blowing directly into my face. "Kicking Ass weather" I called it. And I was ready to kick some ass.
MännerTag
MännerTag. That translates into Men's Day. Day of Men. Which, all in all, translates into drunkenness and idiocy. I love it. It happened on Thursday. A real life holiday. No school. No work. Just a bunch of men get together and drink beer and yell and wrestle and eat meat and fight and drink some more beer until they finally pass out.
Another Goodbye
Another goodbye this weekend. It had been looming in the distance for a while now. I tried to avoid it as best I could but some obstacles are insurmountable. It's just the way it seems it has to be. I look back on all the things we did together and I just have to smile.
Taxman
I answered the summons to appear at the Customs Office with dread, knowing that nothing in Germany can ever be easy. I entered the room and was presented my package. This tall goofy German guy was the one I'd be answering to. He insisted on speaking English, despite his constant flaws.
Baghdad Dresden Coventry Hiroshima New York City Vietnam ...
A number of events conspired against me last night, eventually driving me to the local döner stand for a very late dinner. I walked into Nemrut sometime around 10.00 and grabbed a Sterni (the cheapest beer - always my favorite) and a dürüm after sharing the usual friendly greetings with the döner men.
I thought this thing was supposed to be free...
Y'all may have noticed the site was offline for the past 2 weeks. Big Brother came after me. And all he wanted was my money. So I gave it to him and he left me alone. Giving people money sucks.
I'll say never again, but....
We've all been there. That personal low-point. That moment where you reach rock-bottom, you look around, embarrased, hoping nobody was looking. It happened to me on Sunday night.