Rocking the Cruise Ship

Do you ever feel like you’re not like everyone else? That you see the world differently? That others don’t really understand you? I taught for years prior to moving into administration, and I asked those questions at the beginning of each year to the classes I taught. And each time most of my students nodded…

Novel or Not: Rise of the Dead book review

Jeremy Dyson wrote Rise of the Dead, admittedly inspired by his love for the zombie genre. The dead do just as the title suggests, rise in typical apocalypse fashion due to unknown causes. What we do know is that they create other zombies by biting living humans, and the only way to kill the undead…

Zombies and My Wife

I’m somewhat new to the board gaming culture, although I was a D&D player back in middle school long ago. I came across some pretty serious board gamers about a year ago, and knew I was ready to return to the world of gaming, particularly due to the interactions I might have. I joined those…

Battling Begrudgery with Board Games

I’ve been thinking about how we spend our time. How many hours do we spend reading about other people’s lives on Facebook? How many tweets do we read regardless of how mind-numbingly unimportant they are? Candy Crush, Clash of Clans, Bubble Mania, oh my! I’m not passing judgment here; I’m guilty as well. I wish I…

C for Christopher (and A minor)

My boy wanted to play guitar too, but my steel strings were a bit big, and tough on his little fingers. So I got him a little guitar (ukulele), and he loves it. He learned his first two chords (C and Am) pretty quickly. I’m bettered by my boys: Caleb, of course (featured here soon),…

An Oktoberfest Rifle (part 2)

Walking down a dark, creaky hallway is often scarier than the monster behind the door at the end. My fear grew, wondering what was at the end of the hall I created, or in reality behind a door and on a balcony above. The lobby and bar slowly began to fill one or two guests…

An Oktoberfest Rifle (nonfiction, part 1)

I nearly ran into a guy as I stepped out of the elevator into the small parking garage beneath our hotel. He was carrying a rifle. We were in Vienna, Austria celebrating Oktoberfest. We chose the hotel because of its proximity to the event, and the balcony view. I needed the phone charger out of…

Magyar Gumbo

I made red beans and rice in China awhile back using sausage from Harbin (northern China and cold), and it was delicious. I’m making Mississippi gumbo in Hungary right now, but I used sunflower oil to make the roux and Hungarian peppers instead of bell. The smoked sausage ain’t andouille, but it’s a little spicy….

Temptation

If apples are a symbol of forbidden knowledge, look what my neighbor picked for me off her tree! I look forward to what else I might learn here in Hungary.

Almost

Almost all I need . . .