The time of the foodening is at hand! Gorge on the flesh of big dumb birds! Eat weird crap your mom makes once a year! Pretend the pie your weird co-worker brings to the holiday potluck is not repulsive! If you have any good recipes, or cooking stories, share them. I’ll start us off with a cranberry bread recipe. Continue reading
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You know it will one day happen. That big earthquake. The mega storm. Kodos getting elected. There is no electricity or water, and you need to live semi-comfortably for three to five days. Here is a list of things you should gather. Continue reading
Having ridden 15,000 miles along the Pan-American Highway from the Arctic Ocean down to the Tip of South America by bus since 2007, I have my packing down to a science. The key is to carry only one backpack. This minimizes the chances of your belongings being stolen or lost.
So what do I bring? Let’s start with food.
Or, the not so humble sandwich. I have here on my plate a sandwich of roast beef, cambozola cheese and arugula, on potato bread. A moment of reverence for this divine combination, please.
In the image you see the Vietnamese classic, a banh mi. Variations abound, but start with a good crusty French roll (Vietnam was colonised by the French for awhile, and has glorious bread). Then you’ll want mayonnaise, soy sauce, sliced meat, sliced cucumber, cilantro and jalapeno slices. Maybe some daikon, pickled vegetables, sliced onion. Leaves of whatever lettuce you have handy. You get the picture. Eat it with a Vietnamese beer – the county was also colonised by the Germans for a period. Continue reading
Here are my tips for you on how to have a successful “friends with benefits” relationship. Continue reading
Michelangelo and da Vinci were true Renaissance Men; skilled sculptors, painters, architects, and engineers. However, their great works did not come into existence purely by the waving of hands. They, like every man before them, stretching back to the creation of fire and the wheel, relied on tools to bring their vision to reality. It is in that spirit that we move on to discuss the implements of creation, the tools of the trade.
Crack open your toolbox and get a hardware store on speed dial. I am… THE HOBBYIST. Continue reading
Who doesn’t want to save money on their next vacation? Nobody. Here are nine easy ways. With the money you save, you can buy that extra cocktail at the bar, stay an extra night in the nicer hotel, or buy the souvenir sweatshirt you promised your friend you would buy. Continue reading
Throughout history, artisans of all types have had their workspaces. They are the spaces we go to build and create our works. A hobbyists’ workspace is his or her temple, a shrine to the limitless potential of human creativity. From raw materials, we create something unique.
Come now. It’s time for me to take you to church. I am… THE HOBBYIST. Continue reading
What’s the difference between twerking and dropping it like its hot?
Or dippin’ it low and backing it up slow?
Or shawty getting low low low when she’s wearing her boots with the fur?
As an expert on such subjects Ofkinheimer has produced the definitive guide on all such matters.
1. “Twerking” is just one continuous motion that primarily employs the lower back, pelvic and gluteal muscles. Dancers bend to their knees slightly, anchor their hands on knees and use to the lower back to ignite repetitive continuous movement around the midsection. The ideal position is similar to trying to take a shit in a public toilet and not wanting your ass to touch the nasty ass toilet. Envision this. See?! Once in this position, wave your ass around. The more fat you have around that general area, the more pronounced the jiggling is. Continue reading
As some of you know, I’m about to embark on a trip to become an expatriate. I turned twenty five a few days ago, and I accepted a job offer overseas a few days before that. I am a long time resident of a smallish college town in Texas, made famous by the college, football stadium, and its small string of bars just north of campus. I moved here at eighteen and have never really looked back. I worked on my degree and never really thought that I’d stay here forever. I ran the off campus BONFIRE for a couple years, and traveled all over the tri-state area speaking at former student clubs, and meeting people from all walks of life. I got a job just outside of town immediately after graduating, and just kind of never left.