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Letters from the Swedish Renaissance: Blargh

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Letters from the Swedish Renaissance. Tuesday, September 10, 2013. Remember that time I broke up with my girlfriend? Yeah That was the worst. In case you want to relive and reflect, here're some photos of Claudia and I in New York. And half the entire United States. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Saint Anthony's, Republic of Texas, United States. View my complete profile. Friends, Family, and Strangers. Precious Few Things - Adam Crabtree. My Opinion is Fact - Ashlee Crabtree. Spanish Word of the Day.

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Letters from the Swedish Renaissance: November 2011

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Letters from the Swedish Renaissance. Sunday, November 27, 2011. We were then forced to do jumping jacks in gas masks and hazmat suits, which - coincidentally - is a good way to induce fainting and general claustrophobia-related freaking out. Combat Casualty Care Course. Tuesday, November 15, 2011. They're Practically Giving It Away! It's time to get tough on aid. Every year the United States hands out billions, probably trillions, of dollars freely to whoever asks for it. Want some cash, Greece? 37 bill...

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Letters from the Swedish Renaissance: March 2012

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Letters from the Swedish Renaissance. Friday, March 30, 2012. There Are No Puffin in Maine. Puffin are little tiny birds that live in the North Pole and can only be seen by Eskimos. They are also. They are flightless right? We stayed at the Welch House Inn. Tour guides say Maine is the land of lighthouses and that is true. Just look at our pictures. Thursday, March 22, 2012. Pink Slime is Ruining America and Poisoning Your Kids. As it is perhaps less pejoratively known, has been removed from a number of ...

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Letters from the Swedish Renaissance: March 2013

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Letters from the Swedish Renaissance. Wednesday, March 20, 2013. Hullabaloo Quebec, Quebec. Quebec, Quebec. Where Canada's at its coldest, snowiest, and Frenchiest. None of that may be individually or collectively true, but what is true is Quebec, Quebec is the home of the BeaverTail. Canada's contribution to the global obesity arm's race. Watch out America, they got Nutella on their funnel cake. Which they then smashed out and flattened with an iron. If it's two-dimmensional there're less calories right?

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Letters from the Swedish Renaissance: Man Vs Mosquito

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Letters from the Swedish Renaissance. Friday, June 7, 2013. If I had only one wish, and it were not to wish more wishes, it would be for every mosquito, everywhere, to gather together, holding hands, and to die a terrible, miserable, suddenly horrible death. Explosion. Implosion. Mosquito herpes. Whatever is most unpleasant for them, I’d wish that, and I’d be a happy man. But let’s not talk about that, let’s talk about mosquitos. In Haiti, there are mosquitos, and they tried to kill me. Over the next two...

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Letters from the Swedish Renaissance: November 2013

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Letters from the Swedish Renaissance. Monday, November 4, 2013. How To Research and Become Famous and Be Good At Everything. Children are always coming up to me saying, "Mister! Tell us how to research! And I always tell them, "you're not tough enough, kid. Come back when you got the goods! Finally, today however, as I approach retirement in twenty to thirty years and contemplate my legacy, I've decided to share my secrets. Research secrets! You have learned your fact. Congratulations, scientist! View my...

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Letters from the Swedish Renaissance: Surrounded by Turkeys

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Letters from the Swedish Renaissance. Tuesday, September 24, 2013. I am, literally, surrounded by turkeys. Not literally, literally. But literally in the sense that I sometimes see them at work. Which raises the question, why are they following me? Only Golden Eagles can save us! Or kill us all. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Saint Anthony's, Republic of Texas, United States. View my complete profile. Friends, Family, and Strangers. Precious Few Things - Adam Crabtree. My Travels - Rachel Hassan.

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Letters from the Swedish Renaissance: February 2012

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Letters from the Swedish Renaissance. Sunday, February 26, 2012. Little Laura Goes to War. Her six months of service to the nation would be an all-expense paid trip to Germany where she'd visit the Swiss Alps, lounge in Bavarian beer gardens, and take in culture and class at many a Baroque Austrian palace or concert hall. Sure she'd be caring for patients and war wounded at the medical center in Landstuhl, but as judged by the constant stream of Facebook photos since, she's mostly there to party. Wheneve...

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Letters from the Swedish Renaissance: January 2012

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Letters from the Swedish Renaissance. Wednesday, January 18, 2012. The Resurrection of Paper Bird. And then a shaft of light spread the sky. Paper Bird descended on a cloud. The whole heavens were resplendent with singing, the lambs danced in the fields, and the sick of DHMC stood up and were healed. I'm not sure where he disappeared to for a few weeks - maybe flew south to Conneticut? But I am happy he's back. Paper Bird, don't you ever leave me again. Hurray for Paper Bird! Tuesday, January 3, 2012.

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Letters from the Swedish Renaissance: Got Goat?

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Letters from the Swedish Renaissance. Saturday, June 22, 2013. Haiti may not have much of a future, but it's got good food. (It's got some good people, too, but after my last post I cannot officially go on the record saying that.). I’m not sure I’d ever eaten goat before, but I’d happily do so again. Dous makos. Sugar, condensed milk, and. silly putty? Eat it, share it, or press it up against a newspaper comic to save for later. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.