When I was younger, when my travel nerves combatted with my very deeply rooted cheapness, cheapness usually won, and you could find me anxiously navigating public transport all over Europe. I could tell I'd reached a transition point, recently, when I was finally earning enough money that if I was landing in a foreign airport after dark, my ( Read more... )

It's not that I haven't been writing, it's that I've been writing A LOT, just elsewhere. Most of it here, but some of it here and here, plus academic writing, and trying to put in my 400 words regularly. Plus another writing thing, which will get another post. I had once made the decision not to fragment, that I would write everything here, but ( Read more... )

Last year I joined twitter, and starting butting my head into other people's conversations (because that's what twitter appears to be). As a result of this, I received an invitation to come to Munich, give a talk, and be interviewed for the History of Philosophy Without Gaps podcast (the episode is not yet available). The talk I gave in Munich ( Read more... )

I do love being able to say "Oh, I went down to London for the day." Of course, when you're already in England it isn't quite as impressive, but there is something very satisfying about getting on a train, sitting for three hours (in a relatively quiet car, with no one sitting next to you, and your headphones on, and no four-year-old always ( Read more... )

Our trip to Bolzano (which was lots of fun and by now I probably won't get around to writing up) was bracketed with tedious travel -- we left the house at 6:45am on Saturday and got to our hotel at 9:30pm (factoring in a 1 hour time change); we then left the hotel around 10:45 Tuesday morning and got home Wednesday around 1:00pm. (We had Flight ( Read more... )

Friday evening Gwen and I went to the grocery store, and came back with a special treat for our long trip (a box of tictacs). She was relating about how she'd get to have them for second breakfast: "and I will have second breakfast on the bus, and second breakfast on the train, and second breakfast on the aeroplane." She paused and confided in me ( Read more... )

Tomorrow morning we're all getting up far earlier than we'd like to, to take a bus, a train, another bus, a plane, another plane, another bus, and another train to get from Durham to Bolzano, where we'll get two full days before doing the trip in reverse. Recently I obliquely mentioned that I scored a family invitation for all of us to Italy, and ( Read more... )

Scrambling to find a hotel in Berlin at 11:00pm wasn't one of them ( Read more... )

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First we were in Amsterdam. Joel and Martijn went off one weekend to this beer festival, a short train ride away, and came back raving over it ( Read more... )