The 15 Best Indie Games on PC
In the often-repeated primary sequence of The Stanley Parable, you wake up at your desk, walk through an office devoid of colleagues, and make a choice between two doors. Only it's not . The idea resulted in Eiffel-inspired teetering constructs in ...
April 7, 2015
20 Questions I Have For People Who Were In Their 20s Before Cell Phones ...
I got my first screen name in the 3rd grade. It was Sammi123. I didn't even spell my name with an "i," nor did I really go by "Sammy," so I have no idea where that screen name came from (nor do I understand where glitrgrl88, messedcheerleadr, ...
February 13, 2015
While Dean Smith is gone, his legacy remains strong in Chapel Hill
Lynn Brammer floats from table to table, refilling drinks for customers she calls "baby girl" and "shug." She said when she heard A few doors down from Sutton's is "Four Corners," the bar named after his trademark clock-killing offense. Devout Tar ...
February 10, 2015
Alfred Hitchcocks Fade to Black: The Great Directors Final Days
He was a bit like the Eiffel Tower. You hear about it all your life, and when you finally see the damn thing, it looks so much like the postcards, it's difficult to see it fresh. Hitchcock's public self was so distinct that it was often impossible to ...
December 13, 2014
The hilarious TripAdvisor reviews of world's most famous sights
They are considered the world's greatest natural and man-made wonders attracting millions of awe-inspired tourists from around the world every year. But many discerning members of TripAdvisor were less than impressed, giving Christ the Redeemer, the ...
February 11, 2015
Fes, Morocco: A flavour of the nation
"I still get lost,” Mehdi Bennani admits as he accompanies me through the ancient heart of Fes. With its 13 mighty gates, eight miles of sandstone walls, pricked with holes like shortbread, and some 10,000 alleys, I'm not surprised. Just north of the ...
February 10, 2015
24 Perfect Gifts For Galentine's Day
Best friends, ladies, girlfriends, gals — whatever you want to call them, Feb. 13 is Galentine's Day (and no, we're not making this up, well, fully at least). Originally coined by a gal we would love to be friends with (Amy Poehler), "Galentine's Day ...
February 13, 2015
Since my blog has referenced a form of home twice now, and since you’ve already heard a little about one form of home (home where the parentals and the dogs live), I figured its time to talk about the other form of home (the grand ole Bethany... post, I love my dorm room. This is one of my favorite parts of my room, the top portion of my desk. I have a “keep calm and fire on” plaque, the box from my Toms, a school-spirited headband, my coin jar, a little Eiffel Tower statue that I got in Paris over the summer, my bike clock (which I am mildly obsessed with,) lots of photos, some...
I’m sure by now you all think we are having nothing but endless fun- gallivanting through Europe without a worry in the world. Well for the most part, you are correct, BUT, we have recently had some not so fun experiences that gave us a bit of a reality check and, in the end, allow us to appreciate the good experiences even more. Upon arriving in Tauves, we stepped off the bus into three feet of snow. It resembled a ghost town, and we looked around as our host, Eric, was nowhere to be found. “Eric will be there in 30 minutes. There is a small bar nearby where you can wait,” Eric’s wife, Karoline told us on the phone. A small bar. How were we supposed to know where to go in this snowy village when every building was dark and everyone appeared to be asleep already, despite it only being 6:30pm. The heels of my boots sank into the snow as we trudged up the street, looking for... Or a “small bar”. Entering a warm, cozy, bar and restaurant, I was reminded of my grandparents small house when I was a child. Likewise, a tiny, grandma-like woman hobbled out from the kitchen, speaking all kinds of French. “We are waiting…for 30 minutes…” I explained,.
The days really did blur into one another inside the hospital, especially looking back on it now from a few weeks’ distance. The first day was entirely surreal. I slept, in fact, until the voice from the wall speaker blasted the announcement “Attention all patients, it is eight o’clock and breakfast has arrived on the ward. All patients, please report to the day room. ” (I continued to sleep this well the whole length of my stay. That first morning, when I opened my eyes and remembered where I was and why, I thought “Oh God, this is real. It began to feel like my little bubble of safety, into which I only had to admit the problems and stressors I chose to allow in with me. If I wanted to focus on rest and recuperation and figuring out where I had mistepped on my path to end up in... In fact, there wasn’t much else to do, so I could finally focus on myself and my wellbeing like I hadn’t been able to during this whole past year of hell. My options were either to stew fruitlessly over “outside” matters I couldn’t at this time control or interact with, or to focus on resting and getting well. I chose wellness. I wasn’t sure where to find “breakfast,” but my roommate sat up as if suddenly electrified. “You’d better get out there before someone takes your tray” she warned me. “Past the nurses’ desk. ” she added, which was the first time it really had dawned on me during this experience that some people might come and go from the hospital repeatedly.