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September 2009
Reverse Blog
30 September 2009 - 05:49
I'm gonna' mix things up a bit this time! Instead of me writing a blog on here, I want YOU to write you, as a comment. However, I just don't want to see rubbish or horse-wash here. It would be pretty cool if someone put at least a few minutes of thought into this:
What would you do if you suddenly had $1,000,000? How would it affect your life? How would it change you? Would it change you? How would it change or affect the people around you and in your life?
After a few days, or a couple people post something, I'll reply myself, but without reading your answers first. It will be completely my own thoughts. So, in this light, I want you to comment on my blog, before it is written!
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Chain Mail
15 September 2009 - 20:38
Last week, amidst massive amounts of laziness and procrastination, I decided to watch the extended versions of Lord of The Ring series. That was awesome, long, but awesome. In the end, it made me feel like trying to make some chain mail. I turned to Google for the "recipe" and then got to cooking.
This is my first attempt:
What do you think?
(Yes, I know the image quality is bad, but what do you expect from a $30 phone?)
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One Year Ago Today
04 September 2009 - 02:32
I spent the entire day wandering about Prague. And it was a great day. Early in the morning, as I awoke after a long flight across the Atlantic, I first met up with a crazy Irishman whom I spent the day with. He was a very interesting fellow, quirky, almost jumpy, never-the-less very fun. We walked about, seeing all the normal Prague things and then went back to our hostel in the afternoon. After a nap, I awoke to a few French girls in my room.
We quickly made small-talk and decided to head out for a drink a bit later in the evening. I, at one time, had taken a few French classes, so this was of interest to the girls. However, I really didn't know, and still don't, any French. At some random bar in Prague, as there are many, I ordered a shot of Jack Daniel's Tennessee Whiskey. It was my first time ever having JD, but I new it couldn't be that bad.
The French girls and I, we discussed a few random things, most notably, the communist party in France, of which, they were members. I found that a bit disturbing, but we soon found our way to more suitable topics such as the Red Hot Chili Peppers and other things. At this point, I still wasn't a beer drinker, and they questioned my whiskey tastes. Alas, I still stand by my whiskey, as it is the best. But, now I do find my heart so favoring the pivo. I guess that's what a year in the Czech Republic does to one.
I must, at this point, enter my favoring of Kentucky Bourbon over any other whiskey out there. Irish whiskey is great, and scotch is grand, but there ain't nothin' like a bottle of that good ol' fire-water from Kentucky.
Following, the night out with the French girls, I decided to take my first true steps into the unknown, thought they did ask me to stay in Prague another day. Through the rail I toiled until I found the main station and waited in queue for what seemed an eternity. I boarded the train from Prague to Olomouc only to find that there would be no indication for me as to where exactly was Olomouc.
Thankfully, I had the idea that it would be about two and a half hours. However, that does not necessarily put one in Olomouc, only near. Luckily, and I still praise the stars until this day, I was able to spot the "Holy Hill", a very large and very recognizable church I had been to on my previous trip to Olomouc. There, I made a call to my dear friend Pavel who lives in a nearby village and him and his father came to pick me up from the station.
I spent a few exciting days with Pavel and his family. Then, they took me to Brno, where all the real adventure truly began; where my life changed, for better or for worse, forever. Almost anyone can travel about Europe on there own for a short while, but it takes a special kind of person to establish their life in a foreign country, even for as short as a few months. To make oneself apart of a vastly different culture and society takes a lot that not just anyone can do it. So, I praise all those who have done it, because I personally know that is isn't easy. And to all those who haven't, I challenge thee to.
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