Month: May 2015

… because toys are not just for kids | My first impression of the FitBit Charge Hr

I pride myself, on my controlled lack of self control. Wait. What? In an age where people seem to wantonly abandon all sensibilities, I’ve always seen myself as a sort of maverick among the bunch. Oh! I’ll scoff down that pie, I’ll chow down on that cake. Ice cream? Sure. Why not? But then… There’s no such thing as a free lunch. If you’re body is a temple, mine is an alter to a hedonistic God of food gluttony. I salivate at the thought of flavor. Hot, sour, spicy and sweet. Come at me boys. Yet, every sensible maverick knows that just because you don’t pay the piper today, doesn’t mean you’ll never get your just deserts. I’m plagued by the thought of waking up one day and finding I can’t see my legs. Not through the decay of time, or something appropriate like cataracts, but because my skinny-fat ratio has finally leveled up. Hence my venture into fitness. I won’t pretend that I haven’t always been active in some way or another, but when I finally hit …

On friendship | The problem with ‘us’ in the age of ‘me’

I’m writing this thirty thousand feet in the air. The turbulence is driving me crazy. And I’m sure that this ill-advised second of bottle of wine, at any given moment, will demand its way out of my stomach. What am I doing? Nothing brings out pitiful self-reflection quite like fear. But to be honest, deep down inside I know these heart wrenching shakes – they’re nothing more than part and parcel of the whole travelling ‘experience’. I once had a conversation with a woman that comes to mind right now. It is the stuff of my nightmares. I can’t remember what started the conversation, or even what the rest of  it was about, but it haunts me: “…all friendships eventually die, and so will you.” So simple. But it broke me. A decade later and I am still a spotty, acne ridden teen, a slave to the power of those words. What was strange was, at the time, I remember scoffing at it; blazing with confidence. Ha! Whatever. Whatever you say, you old bag. I had my Bee, I had Marie, …

What about Bautzen? | Exploring the heartland of Sorbic Culture

When to comes to Central Europe, my ignorance is shocking. So I went to Bautzen. The view from The Reichenturm This charming little town, with it’s cobblestone roads and spellbinding courtyards, is known as the cultural heartland of the Sorbic people. Sorbs are Slavic people of Central Europe. I have heard about them in Dresden (which also has signs in German and Sorbic), but unfortunately all I know of them is that they speak a language quite similar to Polish and Czech. Located on the Spree river, this quaint hill-top town has an impressive, well preserved medieval town centre. The farmer’s market was out in full force on my visit. But I was sorely disappointed to have not bumped into anyone wearing chain mail. All jokes aside, I really do believe that East Germany has an abundance of culture and history, beyond that of the GDR and the Cold Waresque architecture. Bautzen is proof. The cobblestones reeked havoc on my heels. Most people know Bautzen because of its delectable mustard. A quick trip, and some much needed tasting showed me exactly why …