A few weeks ago I moved from San Francisco to a new city. I’m not at liberty to say which city it is, but let’s just say moving here is a real declaration of my independence, and that while it may be rocky at the start, I’m sure there will be a silver lining […]
A description of every single note I have on my phone
This morning at about 7:30 AM I received an email, and for some reason Amanda was the person I wanted to share my story with. So I sent her a message. And then another message. And thus I told my story. At first, confusion: Then, realization: Since […]
I picked my top five teams in terms of power rankings. I did pretty much no research. That picture is my professional sportscaster look.
This might be the last one, because, well, I’m running out of stuff to say and have new ideas for different articles. Let’s get freaky with it. This one gets gross.
This week, Inno puts the Art in Art of Zwar by serenading us with his unearthly voice. And then we talk about it. Please ignore Luc’s off-camera chip eating appearance mid way through. Check out the original (but more importantly un-intro’d) house play version here.
Ellen tells a story about a guy named Gorilla, his puppy, and a series of infectious disease specialists. We realized that her actual wounds were never on screen, so photographic evidence can be seen here and here. In keeping with the previous structural theme, an addendum:
As promised, it’s a supplemental article on the Italian language and all of our relevant struggles.
This one’ll be all about relatives, with additional Italian language stuff in a supplemental post later this week. I had a busy week and need to get back on schedule, so I’ve broken them up.
Welcome to my new Stoop series, “The Art of Zwar”, in which I tell stories and generally harass people around me.