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God tur!

Journeying beyond the Scandinavian countries.

public service

Thursday, December 27, 2007

As a public service, I'm thinking of carrying post-it notes around with me everywhere, particularly to bars, so I can leave anonymous tips for those who might not get such honesty anywhere else.

Dear Sir,

Your moustache
is atrocious.

Light: on

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

I will never make it through all of the verses of Silent Night at a candlelight Christmas Eve service without crying. Never. No matter how ambiguous I'm feeling about the institution I'm occupying space in at the time, there are some rituals that are just undeniably beautiful.