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About Me

When I was little I was convinced I could fly. Everyday when I came home from school I would practice. I would put on my Superman outfit and hurl myself off our front porch. This went on for longer than you'd imagine. And believe it or not, I never did fly. Luckily, I ruptured my abdominal wall and gave myself a hernia. Otherwise...well. When I got out of the hospital, I still believed I could fly. Only now I would practice from the ground. And all these years later I can still proudly say: hernia-free for 24 years.

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Arthur Philip Dent

My Blog

Pub Crawling With An Ugly American

On Tuesday February 10, 1355, Roger de Chesterfield and Walter Sprynghouse walked into the Swindlestock Tavern at Carfax in Oxford, England to shout a round of ale. The two reverend scholars, whether ...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Apr 2006 16:38:00 GMT

An Ugly American Abroad: Venice Isn't Dead; It Just Smells Funny

With Attila pillaging his way into northern Italy in 452, the Veneto mainlanders saw no need for a meet and greet. They turned to one another and said, "Giuseppe. This blows!" and then climbed into li...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Apr 2006 16:28:00 GMT

An Ugly American Abroad: The Night Train to Venice

I don't know about you, but nearly every mistake I make, I make at night. All she says is, "If we don't finish it off, it'll go bad." A compelling case, granted, but when you think about it, it had be...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Apr 2006 16:15:00 GMT

An Ugly American Abroad: Putting on the Boot

Writing about Tuscany is like hussying up a well-groomed lawn with flat-tire hedges and pink flamingos: Hell yeah, it's tempting and damn if it doesn't get a rise out of me, but seriously, what could ...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Mar 2006 14:29:00 GMT