Yesterday was my first opportunity to really walk around the city. Even though I ended up wandering for a good 5 hours or so, I still feel like I’ve barely grazed the surface of the myriad opportunities to explore that Vienna has to offer. It still hasn’t completely sunken in that I actually get to […]

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Stole that title from Billy Joel, but I know he wouldn’t mind. And you can listen to his “Vienna” whilst reading this post, maybe it will enhance the unbelievable awesomeness of finally being in this city: Billy Joel knows what’s up. Here’s a quick summary of my surprisingly easy voyage across the ocean, which I […]

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Okay. So I created this blog for the purpose of chronicling my awesome adventures while I spend a year living in Vienna, Austria, along with discussing such irrelevant and obscure topics as the meaning of children’s books and random, half-formed and poorly articulated philosophical musings. Having finished my Masters degree and seeing no clearly discernible […]

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“Created things have their particular place in space, and their particular place in time… They embrace each other… the whole of each is in every part of the other.” – Thomas Reid, Essays on the Intellectual Powers of Man (1785) This weekend (July 30th – August 1st) was the fifth Sappyfest, an annual music festival held […]

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I have a B.A. in English Literature, and in this case, B.A. stands for Bullshit Artistry. Combine that with an M.A. in English Lit, and spinning words into webs is pretty much all that I’m good at now. Academia has its highs and its lows, but I’ve been more disillusioned with it recently – sometimes […]

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        Dawn points, and another day Prepares for heat and silence. Out at sea the dawn wind Wrinkles and slides. I am here Or there, or elsewhere. In my beginning.                                                 – T.S. Eliot, East Coker (1939) East Coker is one of The Four Quartets, and one of my favourite poems by Eliot. […]

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