tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55418032011-04-21T20:12:55.800-07:00Life in AmsterdamI'm going to write a bit of nonsense on this page just often enough to not have to constantly email friends and family while I'm studying abroad in Amsterdam.Wyatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01876811566407435701noreply@blogger.comBlogger271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541803.post-1105078431838281582005-01-06T23:12:00.000-08:002005-01-06T22:13:51.840-08:00I have a new blog (actually, I have a new, new, new blog). Go there instead. Wyatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01876811566407435701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541803.post-1087240017102548882004-06-14T12:05:00.000-07:002004-06-14T12:06:57.103-07:00What I ate today: Energy bar, "Goldens & Cherries" (a little box of dried white grapes and cherries) and OJ -- all free from work. Pizza Hut buffet - two salads, five breadsticks, probably five or six pieces of pizza, and two pieces of dessert pizza Wyatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01876811566407435701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541803.post-1063891698784881372003-09-18T06:28:00.000-07:002003-09-18T06:28:18.543-07:00I'm Moving. This page, anyway. It's kind of a pain, but I think it will be worth it. I will provide links between the pages (so you can access old posts from this page if you want to), so it should be pretty painless. "Why move?" you must be wondering. Well, at my other site you can post comments and I can post images directly to the blog. There are also a lot of other perks like a search Wyatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01876811566407435701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541803.post-1063816005092560692003-09-17T09:26:00.000-07:002003-09-17T09:27:50.476-07:00Bad luck doesn't recur this often (which means it's MY fault, which is an impossibility. What a conundrum...) So I guess all of the messes I've been getting myself into are my fault. I have to use this quote, though, I indirectly stole from a Hamline student. He lost his disk and I "acquired" it because I needed to save something, and one of the filenames he had on the disk was "All's Well Wyatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01876811566407435701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541803.post-1063813492855690952003-09-17T08:44:00.000-07:002003-09-17T08:48:38.116-07:00I'm a big boy. I'm apparently able to fend for myself in a foreign country, but until now was unable to figure out international dialing codes. I gave THREE wrong numbers in my post 'I gave in.' (regarding my purchase of a cell phone). Horrible. I know for a fact that Kyla (my twin) tried calling ALL THREE NUMBERS, to no avail. Way to go Wyatt, you've sure got things all nailed down there in Wyatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01876811566407435701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541803.post-1063811474212853972003-09-17T08:11:00.000-07:002003-09-17T08:11:14.253-07:00What a mess Tell me how this happens: I'm in Amsterdam, I don't know where anything is. I'm told by my professor that I have to hunt down a bookstore and buy the books for the class. No problem, except that they aren't too fond of speaking English in the bookstore that I had to go, but I bought the stinking books. One less thing to worry about OR SO I THOUGHT. Turns out, the book, Religion Wyatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01876811566407435701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541803.post-1063716353424286572003-09-16T05:45:00.000-07:002003-09-16T05:45:52.983-07:00Foreign Instruction I'm on my break from class, and I thought I'd comment on something my professor wrote. We were talking about the evolution/progression of society and he was talking about nomadic hunter/gatherer societies. He said, "nomadic," but he wrote, "nodaming." I thought it was pretty funny. Which gets me to my point, it really doesn't matter how you say or write something as long Wyatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01876811566407435701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541803.post-1063710662559610112003-09-16T04:11:00.000-07:002003-09-16T04:11:02.610-07:00I've got the holiday spirit! Only one problem: how can I possibly sustain the level of spending required for a five month holiday? I'm in Amsterdam, there are a plethora of things to do, see, places to go, and THEY ALL COST MONEY. I hate money. I could be (and so far, am) having the time of my life, until monetary restrictions curtail my fun. I'm writing this because I'm going to book a Wyatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01876811566407435701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541803.post-1063548975670173682003-09-14T07:16:00.000-07:002003-09-14T07:16:35.216-07:00Bear with me here This is my first feeble attempt at incorporating my amateur digital photography into the blog. Just to forewarn you - there are still a few hitches in the machinery, if you know what I mean (if you don't you soon will). The pictures are too big, I have to use links to separate pages to view the pictures, and the page format is very bare-bones. Well, after that I doubt that Wyatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01876811566407435701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541803.post-1063376719649987562003-09-12T07:25:00.000-07:002003-09-12T07:25:19.640-07:00Good or Bad? Yesterday, September 11th (cue melancholy piano tune), I went about my business like it was any other day. Although I was aware of the significance of the date, I didn't do anything special, talk to anyone about it, or make any outward indication that the day was any different than any other. Now, I haven't experienced any real anti-Americanism, but this comment struck me as Wyatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01876811566407435701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541803.post-1063299710662796472003-09-11T10:01:00.000-07:002003-09-12T07:01:53.363-07:00Dutch Bathrooms Alright, I don't know if bathrooms all over Europe are like this, but Dutch bathrooms (and toilets in particular) are something to comment about. First, their showers are the kind with the detachable little shower wand, which would be fine except when you put it on its little hook it automatically swivels against the wall so you can't get any water. So, I have to hold the thing Wyatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01876811566407435701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541803.post-1063290055712010302003-09-11T07:20:00.000-07:002003-09-11T07:22:48.100-07:00Fashion is Ridiculous I can't believe some of the things people wear. It's absurd. I should just walk around the city and take pictures of the most striking cases of fashion victimization I can find. Legwarmers, VERY pointy boots with stiletto heels, colored tights, etc. I know it's like this all over Europe, but I can't understand why. All of their clothing looks so uncomfortable, it's likeWyatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01876811566407435701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541803.post-1063186087822618802003-09-10T02:28:00.000-07:002003-09-10T02:29:45.576-07:00The Latest I really don't have anything too extravagantly important to share. I went to a peep show in the Red Light District two days ago for homework (for my Intro. to Sexual Studies class we were supposed to go to a place of 'sexual interest'). Not as exciting as you are all probably thinking. 2 minutes for 2 Euro, what can you expect? For anyone who's seen Boondock Saints, that is a good Wyatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01876811566407435701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541803.post-1062949386916564492003-09-07T08:43:00.000-07:002003-09-14T07:18:01.450-07:00My Roomie His name is Thomas and he's from Berlin, Germany. Cool guy, keeps to himself for the most part, but knows how to have a good time if the opportunity presents itself (which should be pretty often when in my company).Wyatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01876811566407435701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541803.post-1062765235816270532003-09-05T05:33:00.000-07:002003-09-05T05:33:55.860-07:00I gave in. I own a cell phone. Yeah, I know I said I never would, but it's impossible to find anyone in this schizophrenic city without one. It's handy for storing numbers, "rounding up the troops" for a party, or setting up a time to study with someone (had to throw that in there to make it seem as if I'm actually being a student while I'm here). That parenthetical statement was just a joke, Wyatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01876811566407435701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541803.post-1062764249226051092003-09-05T05:17:00.000-07:002003-09-05T05:17:29.270-07:00Junkies Amsterdam is filled with them. You can't walk more than two blocks without seeing a complete burnout, it's great. The elaborate schemes these men concoct to suck the change out of the city are amazing. I think I've seen every permutation of swindling, begging, performing, pickpocketing, and theft that exists on this planet. The particular instance I'm going to relate involves me, a Wyatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01876811566407435701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541803.post-1062762891186015532003-09-05T04:54:00.000-07:002003-09-05T04:54:51.216-07:00I'm still me (unfortunately) I didn't make some miraculous transformation when I came to Amsterdam, I still make the same stupid mistakes and have the same nagging absent-mindedness that I've always had. Here's the latest: Today, after showering and getting dressed, I decided to step out onto the balcony for a breath of fresh air. Well, that same air that I was breathing was also forming a Wyatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01876811566407435701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541803.post-1062530620708287902003-09-02T12:23:00.000-07:002003-09-02T12:23:40.716-07:00Again so soon? Yes, now that I've gotten into a bit of a routine I will try to make it a habit to post more often (if anyone is still reading this -- I really didn't spread the word to that many people). Today was primarily uninteresting, with the exception of a few things. Yesterday I had the prospect of living with a little Bulgarian girl Askira, but we cleaned up that whole mess with the Wyatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01876811566407435701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541803.post-1062437342160217442003-09-01T10:29:00.000-07:002003-09-01T10:29:02.120-07:00I'm overwhelmed I can't begin to explain all of the things that I have experienced in the past week today, but I'll say at least that I'm here and I'm alive. Beyond that, I've been bombarded with a load of random experiences I wouldn't trade for anything. I've met people from all over the world, walked all over Amsterdam, and despite moments of pure confusion, have had a great time. I've madeWyatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01876811566407435701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541803.post-1061230563444993672003-08-18T11:16:00.000-07:002003-08-18T11:16:03.440-07:00I feel like I'm on a carnie ride. The last few weeks have been insanely busy for me, my head is still spinning. I won't get into petty details, but because of the horrendous drought and the paperwork I've had to do for study abroad, my last two weeks have been pretty full. I just want to wake up one morning to the sound of thunder and lie in bed knowing that I won't have to go to work. I Wyatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01876811566407435701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541803.post-1060222759864577572003-08-06T19:19:00.000-07:002003-08-10T22:56:57.506-07:00Consider it Rescinded. I am incapable of posting any sort of adequate response or apology for my last post, but I feel an obligation to try anyway. I intended my comment, titled "The Blog Virus" (a very evil title indeed), not as an attack but as a rip on my own blog. I hold "Ant's Eye View" and other blogs of its caliber in the highest of respects. My post was only a half-witted, reactionary Wyatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01876811566407435701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541803.post-1060023104426336392003-08-04T11:51:00.000-07:002003-08-04T11:58:34.646-07:00Tattoos! My quest to get a tattoo has not ended. Here is what I want (and will actually likely end up getting this time): A UPC with all zeroes except for the final three digits: 382. I am a member of this "brotherhood," if you will, and we've decided to get tattoos for it. Really lame, I know, but I've been friends with these guys all through college and I know I won't regret it if I do. Wyatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01876811566407435701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541803.post-1059443095144938632003-07-28T18:44:00.000-07:002003-07-28T18:44:55.193-07:00Food Poisoning I wrote a rather long post earlier today, only to have it lost due to some browser problems. Oh well. As the title indicates, I had food poisoning this morning. It was either two hots dogs I ate last night or a cream cheese/strawberry pastry I ate this morning, either way I had some serious gastrointestinal problems (for the queasier reader I won't elaborate). It wouldn't have Wyatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01876811566407435701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541803.post-1058984890377481992003-07-23T11:28:00.000-07:002003-07-23T11:38:06.550-07:00A New Computer Now I get to be one of those guys sitting in public places doing all of his "really important business" on his laptop (which usually consists of playing Minesweeper or writing emails). I'm going to start packing everything, and hopefully having the common sense to give/throw a lot of it away in the process. The vast majority of my crap is entirely useless, and I'm trying to avoidWyatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01876811566407435701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541803.post-1058806045295797672003-07-21T09:47:00.000-07:002003-08-18T11:17:57.660-07:00H.S. Buddies in Town I hung out with a couple of my buddies from back home in S.D. this weekend. I had a great time, although we got a bit mixed up and had some trouble finding each other on Sat. night. I hate playing phone tag. Went to a Twins game, they ended up sweeping the A's. But, let's face it, nobody really cares about baseball. My good friend Ali Taylor is leaving for California in Wyatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01876811566407435701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541803.post-1058410264471947932003-07-16T19:51:00.000-07:002003-07-17T19:49:33.520-07:00Life at the End of the Paper Trail I'm sorry I haven't posted for awhile [Ginger], but I don't have access to the internet at my house or job, so I have to come to the library at night to do so. As the title suggests, I have finally completed my paperwork for my trip. I have secured my spot at the International School for the Humanities and Social Sciences (ISHSS) at the University of Amsteram.Wyatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01876811566407435701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541803.post-1057252278767028492003-07-03T10:11:00.000-07:002003-07-16T19:28:52.706-07:00First and Worst I'm just kicking this site off, and as I am still living in St. Paul, I have absolutely nothing to report. I have 54 days until my departure date for Amsterdam, Netherlands. I am putting in about 30 hours a week as a lifeguard at a country club (not exactly enthralling, but at least I'm outside). I have been reading to fill up my ridiculously large blocks of free time, and haveWyatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01876811566407435701noreply@blogger.com