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208, 2016

The Subtle Snorer

By |August 2nd, 2016|

By and large, I’ve had tremendous luck with hostel roommates (most notably in Milan with a trio of British bicyclists who pranced inside, moist and Spandex-ed, and proceeded to strip and otherwise strew their beautiful selves throughout the room). Sure, there were the disappointed-in-my-lack-of-Korean-skills sulkers and that one guy (not of the British set) who simply refused to put on a shirt, but no one homicidal, kleptomaniac, insane, or, most importantly, of that aurally offensive breed: the snorers. All luck ran out in hostel number three in Turin. By way of context, I am the deepest sleeper this side of the Mississippi (I’m from Hawaii—no idea what that means, but it seemed idiomatically pertinent as I was self-awarding a useless accolade). As my [...]

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108, 2016

I Killed a Chicken with My Own Two Hands, Pt. 1

By |August 1st, 2016|

When I was in kindergarten my class put on a weird musical production of the Yellow Submarine in which we all dressed up as sea creatures and permanently destroyed any positive associations our parents may have had with the Beatles. After the show, the rest of the day was dedicated to vaguely ocean-themed activities, one of which (for reasons still unknown to me) involved dissecting a boiled mussel with a serrated plastic knife. The majority of the class was horrifyingly thrilled about this. I remember the girl next to me looking absolutely ecstatic as she gleefully plunged her knife into the fleshy yellow pouch of the mussel’s body. (She’s in prison now. Clamslaughter, I think it was).   Since everyone’s [...]

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2907, 2016

The 8 Types of Guys Who Will Hit on You in Hawaii

By |July 29th, 2016|

In Waikiki, there are more honeymooners than hotel rooms, so love is definitely in the air. And on the beach. And...behind that rustling bush? Gross. Point is, people here have romance on the mind. And assuming you don’t look like a rugged mountain troll, you’ll probably fall prey to the lame pick-up lines of some lonely dude. Here are the main ones to watch out for: The Local – Found on the most crowded parts of the beach, or Starbucks. Is surrounded by bikini-clad options, so wastes no time with games. Accidentally bump into one and it’s a rousing, “Hey, baby. You down?” Hey, dude! Hard no. The Homeless Local – From afar: “LESSSSSS MAKE A BABY!” The Mysterious Traveler [...]

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2707, 2016

Ritter, Happier, More Productive

By |July 27th, 2016|

Judging from my Twitter feed, most of my friends back home have spent the past month wandering around public parks, dodging real pigeons in search of virtual Pidgeots. Because I've been too cheap to shell out for phone data while in Europe, I've opted for a different (and more delicious) "gotta catch 'em all" mindset: attempting to try each of the 34 flavors of Ritter Sport, Germany's favorite brand of chocolate. I mean, look, it's rough work, but somebody's gotta do it. Ritter Sport, which has been produced near my current location of Stuttgart for over a hundred years, comes in hefty, square bars wrapped in a differently colored label for each flavor. Some of these flavors and fillings are [...]

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2607, 2016

Cow Spleen Just Like Mama Used to Make

By |July 26th, 2016|

“Hmm, a walking tour of Palermo’s street food. That sounds harmless, easy, and delicious,” I thought to myself. Ahh, what a glorious thing, naïveté. I booked the tour. What greeted me in the morning was a balmy 104 degree day, complete with hot wind apparently blowing in from the Savannah desert, or perhaps Satan’s butthole, your guess is as good as mine. After carrying a two-liter water bottle across town, which may as well have been a hot tub for small animals by the time I arrived at the tour’s meeting point, I encountered a group including four English people, a pregnant woman, and our Italian guide. The first stop! Pizza? Maybe some nice fried seafood? Vegetables…? These were all on my list [...]

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