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5 Guys, 1 Fish

19 April 2015. Stavanger, Norway I casted my line out into the water. The lore made a “plop” sound, much like an Oreo does when you accidentally drop it into your chocolate milk. I’d finally gotten the hang of fishing without a bob after many many attempts. I was in Norway, enjoying a gorgeous day, standing on the […]

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The 8th Floor Alumni Weekend

11 April 2015. Columbus, OH I looked around the room at the 30+ people playing the warm up Kitty in the Corner. Everyone participating was at least 18 years old and having an incredibly fun time. I was the oldest person in that room (by just a few weeks). I was also one of the reasons they were in that room

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Celebrity Punishment

28 March 2015. Richmond, VA I stepped out into center stage, or as we call it, the middle of the playing field. The stage lights shined brightly in my face. The loyal fans eagerly awaited what I had to say. I was performing in a ComedySportz match, playing one of my favorite types of games, with some of my

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In Time (Life Imitates Art)

24 March 2015. Over New York, NY I sat anxiously in my seat. The plane I was on from Geneva was going to be landing at JFK in a short while. The pilot was making an announcement over the intercom about fastening your seat belts and the like as my anxiety increased. I wasn’t anxious

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Your French is Very Good

19 March 2015. Dijon, France I was looking over a wide assortment of pastries behind curved glass when the barista said, “Bonjour.” I was in the train station in Dijon, about to take a train to Geneva, and was looking for a delicious way to start off my day. I had been practicing for this moment

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Midnight Train to Dijon

17 March 2015. Italy -> France I propped myself up against the train wall, crammed inside the aisle of the now moving train. My legs were straddling both of my bags as I tried to make as much room as possible for yet another passenger to pass through. I was standing outside what was supposed to

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Alone in Venice

15 March 2015. Venice, Italy I looked out on the buildings of Venice. I was at the top of Campanile Di San Marco, a tower in the southern part of the town. In front of me lay the criss-crossed blueprint of the buildings of Venice, with their winding streets and very un-American-sized alleyways.  To my left

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Kidnapped in Italy? Part 2

14 March 2015. Monza, Italy Read Kidnapped in Italy? Part 1. Paola lived at an apartment complex off a side street in Monza. The door was inset 3 or 4 feet from the sidewalk, giant slabs of concrete the color of carbon copy paper holding the whole thing up. I walked to the front door of the complex and

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