Steps for a Cooler World II: Phone Dock
Step One: Find a bottle Step Two: Cut it up Step Three: Craft it up Step Four: Charge your phone in it YAY! *Extra points if you’re not all gimped up and using an International adaptor like me so your phone can fit inside all the way
Boys: things that are never quiet
Student: Miss? Miss! Miss...MISS! Miss, Miss?
All the male students: MISS MISS MISS MISS!
Ladies and Gentlemen. Due to the strike of our cleaning staff, this terminal...– Amsterdam Station, keepin’ it real.
Cold is the only option
Faucets in bathrooms here only have one knob, and they only give you one thing- cold water. I find this strange as a Canadian, who is used to ice in my drinks (something the Dutch seem VERY confused by) but not on my hands. Why is the water so cold? Even in airport, restaurant, and public washrooms you only have one option…and it isn’t...
Steps for a Cooler World: Hooks
One: Cut up study paper Step Two: Pull open paper clips Step 3: Glue them together Step 4: Hang junk on them YAY!
ADVANTAGES TO CYCLING TO WORK (when living in a rural area): No traffic. Being able to yell and swear at the AWFUL, coastal wind without judgement. A horse might race you. No one will hear you pant uncontrollably. DISADVANTAGES: The smell. The End.
Tis only a flesh wound!
Perhaps you recall these WICKED, vintage miniature swords I picked up for a solid euro at the Rommel Markt a few months ago… Well, now they’re earrings… I’m pretty excited about them. They’re one of my favourite things right now and all I needed to do was hot glue some backings to them. Simple crafts = joy. Actually, simple anything usually =...
And I'm teaching again...
This is my new school. I’m teaching bilingual classes here while the regular teacher is on sabbatical in Indonesia. I’m letting you know because blog posts might be infrequent due to me being busy as a grad student with a second job… …just when I thought those days were over :P
What we call ‘French Toast’ the Dutch called ‘rotating’,...– Oh the Dutch!
Oliebollen Contest: a New Years tradition
The end of 2011 marked the first time I would spend New Years Eve in a country other than Canada. I was a bit sad, but more excited than anything. Especially when I heard the word “oliebollen” …and then the word “contest.” What you’re seeing are 9 bags filled with oily, puffy, donut-like delights from all around the south of the Netherlands;...