life as a foreign country

Canadian twenty-something university student. Hockey player, avid traveler and book lover.

Times are bad. Children no longer obey their parents and everyone is writing a book.

—Cicero, circa 43 BC (via amandaonwriting)

(via muffinruffian)

In follow up to my last post: 

                                  “Carolina” By Parmalee

Home is where my heart is still beating
And I don’t know when I’ll see her again
I hate to see her cry when I’m leaving
But now I’m a thousand miles away again

And she feels like Carolina
Looks like California
Shining like those New York lights on Broadway
When she looks back I’m behind her
I’ll always be there for her
She makes me feel like home’s not so far away
She feels like Carolina

It’s hard to understand the way I’m living
And I know she thinks I’m never coming home (never coming home)
But I miss her pretty smile, I’m coming back in a little while
But I’m a thousand miles away again

And she feels like Carolina
Looks like California
Shining like those New York lights on Broadway
When she looks back I’m behind her
I’ll always be there for her
She makes me feel like home’s not so far away

No matter how far I go, you know I can’t stop thinking about her
And there’s nothing like the way I feel, the way I feel when I’m beside her

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

She feels like Carolina
Looks like California
Shining like those New York lights on Broadway
When she looks back I’m behind her
I’ll always be there for her
She makes me feel like home’s not so far away

Carolina (Carolina)
California (California)
Like home’s not so far away

She feels like Carolina (Carolina)
Looks like California (California)
She makes me feel like home’s not so far away
She makes me feel like home’s not so far away

A little taste of Easter Weekend spent in the Bluegrass with a very special someone. (Clockwise from Top L: Kentucky Bourbon Barrel Ale from Lexington, the Washington Monument in DC, the Sears Tower in Chicago at sunrise, Keeneland Racetrack in Lexington)

fromthelandofthesun:

My best friend just introduced this to me. Take a listen!

Late July- Shakey Graves

wanna have you there when my big heart stops
but don’t you worry, oh don’t you fret
no, I won’t die with no regrets
oh, the big leagues call and I reply
I got a date with that chair, oh, in late July


Real adventures, I reflected, do not happen to people who remain at home: they must be sought abroad.

—James Joyce

What’s so wrong with vanity? It’s different from narcissism, you know? It’s not about admiring yourself—it’s about taking pride in your appearance.

—Tom Ford (via scholarlygentlemen)

Sitting at a cafe at Chicago O’Hare waiting for my connecting flight to Lexington, KY and this song was playing as I watched the sunrise. Sublime. 

(Source: Spotify)

In one study, participants tasted chocolate, either ritualistically (i.e., with the instruction to break the bar in half without unwrapping it, unwrap half the bar and eat it, and then unwrap the other half and eat it), or as they normally would. Those who performed the ritual reported finding the chocolate more flavorful and enjoying it more. They also took more time to savor it, and were willing to pay nearly twice as much for more of it.

Apparently, rituals don’t just reinforce behavior – they make us enjoy it more. No wonder famous writers keep such ritualistic routines. (via explore-blog)

(Source: , via nogreatillusion)

I spent Christmas Day teaching my younger sisters and brother how to make homemade IPA. Nothing says holidays like cooking up some mash in the kitchen and sharing lots of laughs!

I spent Christmas Day teaching my younger sisters and brother how to make homemade IPA. Nothing says holidays like cooking up some mash in the kitchen and sharing lots of laughs!