Do not pad ignorance with eloquence

Yesterday afternoon I found myself in that peculiarly liminal space between the end of one book and the beginning of another. I am usually careful to set up my next read well in advance, however, on this particular occasion, I’d hit a dead end. There are more books on the shelf in the living room than there is time…

Everything is awesome

Strange though it may seem, the only thing I enjoy more than going on some wild and drunken travel adventure is the returning home. No matter how brief the journey, I get a real kick out of seeing what’s changed in my absence and I’m certain that this partiality can be traced back to my…

In order to succeed

I don’t have too much to show for myself this week as I was only working til Wednesday. I was considering skipping posting today, but I’ve gotten such positive feedback about these little  signs that I thought I might as well show you what I have.  Here are the travel notices  for this week. You…

Do what you can

Herself is in Greece, so I’m home alone for the next week until I join her over there for Greek Easter. I’ll have to find something to keep myself occupied for the weekend, though I fear my efforts may amount to little more that sitting on the couch and watching Sergei Bondarchuk’s incredible 8 hour…

Difficult roads

There were only two quotes on the travel noticeboard at Camden Road station this week. The manager has gotten quite used to me taking pictures and we tend to greet each other in the morning, which is somewhat of an interesting consideration.

Look beyond the imperfections

It’s Friday, which means, besides suffering from a slight hangover from Saint Patrick’s day, it’s time for the round-up of travel notices from the past week. I hope they give you something to think about over the weekend.  

I Hate Inspirational Facebook Update Pictures

The Facebook news feed was introduced to provide users with a constantly updating list of stories from their social network. I am sure, however, that your news feed – much like my own – functions as little more than a digital cavalcade of triviality, solipsism, credulity and occasional outright stupidity. Always patronizing and invariably trite,…