If you’re considering visiting Buenos Aires in January and February, don’t. It’s too hot. Lots of sweating, which is especially bad since I’m a disgusting waste of life who sits in his own filth most of the time, only washing his clothes like once a month. But what am I going to do, pay the laundry lady $10 every week to wash them? Rich get richer? I don’t think so. Continue reading No mistakes in the tango, darling, not like life. →

Before my trip out to the west coast, I decided to spend a week or so in Boston.  It’s a very clean, pristine city but overall didn’t do much for me.  I did a LOT of walking around from my base in the Chinatown area, and did plenty of work in the area coffee shops and library.  But a LOT of just walking around. Continue reading I’ll bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel →

So I took a bus from Cologne to Brussels, and then caught a train from Brussels to Bruges (it’s about an hour, so I could make day trips back there this week if I wanted to.  My main reason for coming here is of course nothing historic, but because In Bruges it’s one of my favorite movies.

note: The Bruges posts will undoubtedly reference quotes from the movie quickly, which are extremely likely to include foul language. Continue reading We only just got off the fucking train! Could we reserve judgement on Bruges until we’ve seen the fucking place? →