I recently stole over 200 hundred donuts from a shop near my home, and, like any criminal looking to exploit their crime story, I am going to share the experience with you.
I wrote a while back about how I was going to read the book War & Peace for my “read a book that intimidates me” goal. Well, it turns out that not only was it intimidating, but it was also incredibly dull (at least the thirteen pages that I read were). Because of this, I was going back and forth about giving that specific book up when another book came along to take its place.
Yep, I just used a sports term. It was essentially clickbait to lure people who know how athletically-challenged I am to this post. So now that it has served it’s purpose (hello, non-habitual, curious readers!), I will begin an utterly non-athletic post.
Tonight found me spending time with my siblings while visiting family in New York for the weekend. We had the usual nice time punctuated by jokes and stories, but through it all, I couldn’t help but feel a flood of nostalgia about childhood.
I had a surge of exercise-related ambition during my junior year of college, and it was during this phase that I made it a personal goal to develop a workout routine that I could complete without leaving my dorm. And my first foray into in-dorm exercise was with the popular activity of yoga.
Disclaimer: this post is not a PSA about the necessity of getting yourself stabbed with a flu shot. Instead, it’s a story of how I was somehow able to take something as simple as getting a shot and turn it into an uncomfortably awkward situation for every person involved.
G’day, mate! Vegemite! Outback Steakhouse? Welp, that just exhausted my Australian lexicon. You may be asking, “Dan, why are you using Australian slang? Is this your way of introducing a bold move across the world?” It is not, but it does signify what I consider to be an exciting development in my writing.
Most people who know me can attest to the fact that I have wanted to visit Washington State for many years. Well, this is the year where I decided to finally follow through by visiting the place that has intrigued me for so long.
I have an interesting history with skiing. It began back in 2014 when I published my first blog post about the soon-to-be hobby. I had been inspired to make my life more interesting (hence the title of the blog) and had landed on downhill skiing as one of the best ways to enrich my life. As the title of that post suggests, things did not go according to plan, but even so, here I am today, writing about my experience skiing among the mountains of Washington State. Let me explain how I ended up here.
I recently had a pretty nasty bout of the flu. I thought that a common cold was coming on, but I woke up last Sunday feeling completely slammed by flu symptoms. So in a fashion similar to an actor portraying someone with tuberculosis in the early 20th century, I lay in bed and tried to imagine how wonderful it would be to feel better again.