My illusions of living in Austria–one cannot refer to them as expectations–featured scenes of weekends spent carting off to little Eastern European villages snuggled amongst leafy trails with nothing but Ann The Trusty Trail Shoes, a solid Jules Verne read and a euro for a hearty cup of coffee. I would power to the Hauptbahnhof train station, stroll up to the ticket booth and … Read More The Part Where Josie Realizes She Needs People
This is a story from the archives, way back to the end of September ‘16 when four Americans (Alaska, Colorado, Kansas, Arkansas) danced with mimosa’s and brick-oven pizzas through Northern Italy for a week. Ahh, September seems like ages ago. This moment of my life was recently recollected during a chat I had with a German over hitchhiking experiences. Nostalgia grew wings and burrowed … Read More A Hitchhiking Love Affair
This fine November weekend was spent traipsing around the Bohemian city of Prague, Czech Republic, with my Swedish and Alaskan pals. Prague is well-known amongst the student circles in particular as a capital time for an excess of well-made, unfathomably cheap alcohol; the Amsterdam of Eastern Europe. Or maybe Amsterdam is the Prague of Western Europe. No matter. Prague greets the young and old … Read More It’s Okay To Be a Tourist in Prague
If I were to dive into a discussion of how America is currently viewed from an international perspective, this post would never end, and you and I would both grow old together as the words would stretch into novels. Instead–if I could be so bold–I’m going to treat you to a little bit of perspective. I wrote a post before the election, on Monday … Read More An Amendment To The Previous Post
It’s Monday night, the 7th of November. I write this at approximately 18:00, sipping Earl Grey from my London mug as I am whisked alongside the Austrian Alps on a train from Salzburg back to Graz. Guess what tomorrow is? For those Americans reading this, yeah. You’re hyperaware. Election day. Hillary. Trump. Not quite sure why we don’t refer to them both by surnames. … Read More My Favorite Thing About Trump
The very air is sleepy; homework lies teetering off the edge of the desk in a manner so unmotivating that I want to give it a good satisfying push and watch the papers and ink pens scatter amongst the dust of the floor. Dirty clothes threaten to cave the hook from which the overstuffed laundry bag dangles, dead weight. An unacceptable amount of mugs … Read More An Ode to Running Free
Yesterday was such a grand day. A group of pals–a Frenchie, Slovakian, Slovenian, Turk, American, Aussie, two Fins and I–danced amongst the magical village of Hallstatt yesterday, taking a break from the slightly toxic air of city life to meander amongst the mountains and lakes of the Austrian Alps. We could have relied on public transport, but that would have meant an early 2 … Read More Marry Me, Hallstatt?
The day was a crisp, sunny day with soft white clouds juxtaposed against the sharp edge of the early winter breeze that tickled the nose until it ran. My neck was bundled in a new fluffy scarf, my hands were protected from the wind by my sturdy black gloves. There was nothing openly gloomy about this day; that didn’t stop my mood from souring. … Read More Lessons from Oranges
As the noontime cathedral bells finish chiming, I find myself situated at the Café Elephant in Leibnitz, Austria, sipping regional Steiermarkish red wine and enjoying a perfectly crafted slice of Apfelküchen while I write this. I woke up this magical Sunday morning with insatiable desire for an introvert solo-adventure; packed a lunch, filled my backpack with assigned essays for my Metaethics class, checked the timetables … Read More Playing in the Woods
I know you are out there. I know that you are reading this. I want you to know that I am like you, too. That you are not alone. That it’s okay. Let’s say it together, out loud. Watch addict. We know who we are; even taking off the watch for the shower is a bit disconcerting at times. What time is it? one … Read More When the Watch Dies
Happiness is ultimately relative. It is something that applies to each one of us individually and cannot be made universal. It is not an equation, there is not a right answer. This post shares a secret to the foundations of happiness that I do believe are universal and that have yielded happiness for me.
We take our present circumstances as the dominant Earth Species for granted, supposing that we no longer have the predators we once did as an early species to worry about. Dinosaurs? Wooly Mammoths? Minotaurs? Half-Shark-Half-Snakes? No worries. Extinct or debatably nonexistent. Unfortunately, friends, the human-race-as-prey problem is far from being over. A new predator has emerged, more subtle and more cunning than a Half-Shark-Half-Snake. This post will expound upon the predatory threat to our contemporary society and the ways that we might possibly defeat it.