I like discernible stories in my music videos, interspersed with cuts of dystopian-era teens with big hair and angry grimaces walking along train tracks.
Maybe I AM one to Judge
With This, I Might Just Change the World
if it weren’t for other people, gravity, and difficulties with dog space suits, I feel like my life would be significantly less complicated. Or more so. I can’t decide.
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I’d make a terrible ghost hunter, or maybe a really good one
Haunted? I don’t know. While I have a flamboyant imagination, my actual paranormal senses are probably as blunt as they come. I don’t disbelieve, but I’d make a terrible ghost hunter.
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A Bee Redux and thoughts on Picking Up Where We Left Off
We all do what we can and hope for the best, but we’re ultimately guessing at all of it, knowing there will be wounds even if things go as well as can be expected. “Adventure,” after all, sometimes means snakes on the plane.
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Lisbon: Portugal’s newer old city
Legacy residents of Alfama are tight knit, with their own dialect of Portuguese. As per tradition, the primary source of news in this region is via the older women who hang out their windows and keep track of the goings on below.
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Sintra: wine, castles, coastline, and a near death experience
I can’t imagine even Madonna having it any easier with remodeling a UNESCO site than anyone else, but she’s purportedly living in an already remodeled Lisbon castle in the meantime with all her kids, so maybe she’s not in a hurry.
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Our brush with revolution in Coimbra
Samantha was able to point out locations for a free Fado show, her favorite restaurants and markets, and her experience moving here as an expat from Italy. Also the significance of the artwork we found in our flat.
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More Porto, a little Braga and a Bishop maybe too big for his britches
If Porto is any indication, humans have been working on the proper stair height for more than 2,000 years, and only just recently agreed upon a standard.
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One day in Portugal: 300 stairs, one life lesson, and a sandwich bigger than a human head
“Most 15-year-old girls around here can finish one of those. As a snack,” which is when we learned that Portuguese are into food shaming, and also that Mike is susceptible to double-dog-dares from tour guides when it comes to his gastro-fortitude compared to that of a 15-year-old.
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When is a dream a dream, how many should one person have, should you even call them that maybe, and what’s with the mice?
This post isn’t about throwing off machines by nonsense monologuing or whether I care about what grade some stupid algorithm decides to give any post of mine. It’s about dreams.
