Category: Life
Caffeine Junkie
Wow, last night really sucked. I thought I had a ten-page fourteen-source essay due today, so I worked through the entire night. My essay ended up being horrible, probably the worst I wrote all year. I had a red bull and about four cups of coffee last night. Before going to class at eleven today,…
Austrian National Library Failure
Well, I got up nice and early today to go to the Austrian National Library. Finding the right entrance at the Hofburg was a chore, but I finally figured out the main one is right under the famous terrace where Hitler annexed Austria in 1938. I paid ’Ǩ1.50 to enter, and headed to the OPAC…
Lots Going Wrong
Another day has passed, and, besides a record five weblog entries, I haven’t achieved much. I have a ten-page, fourteen-source essay due Tuesday at 11:15, and, as usual, I’m leaving most of the work for the last day. Tomorrow I’m getting up at nine or so so I can go to the Austrian National Library…
The War of the Wasps
Throughout past few weeks my dad’s apartment has been continually entered by wasps. At first I thought it was just because the windows were open. But over the past fews it has been pretty cool outside, and I haven’t opened the windows at all. Yesterday afternoon it became apparent to me that wasps were somehow…
Pulled Over
I was pulled over last night for the first time ever, here in Vienna, or anywhere else. It was right by the Volksgarten, where there’s a 30 km/h (19 mph) speed limit, and it was a cop with a “lightsaber,” standing on the street. He just checked my papers, and the whole thing took less…
Hitting the Road Again
Viennese Daytime Game Shows
So I turned on the TV about an hour ago and was just randomly channel surfing, when I stumbled upon a fairly new local channel here in Vienna called “puls tv.” They had the “Wien Quiz” call-in game show going. There was the puzzle above. Not one person called in for 45 minutes even though…
“Life Before Cell Phones” or “One-Way Love”
No Tuna on the Pizza
Anyone who has ever lived with me knows I hate tuna. I really hate tuna. Last year I had a crossed-out tuna fish on my bedroom door, and my apartment-mate Gerry gave me a warning every time he opened a can. Tonight, after a hellish-hot-and-long public ride home, I preheated the oven and took a…