November 2, 2009 – 8:16 pm
Perhaps, instead, I would place a live frog, kicking and croaking, in each pair of upturned palms and say, â€œYou decide whether this frog lives or dies. If you decide to save its life, you must find it a good pond or river, then let it go. If you decide to kill it, you must do so at the front of the room where everyone can see. Thatâ€™s the cost of being human.â€
August 19, 2009 – 3:35 pm
You might say Iâ€™m cruel. Or that I hate children. Or that as a young adult I should have been mature and exercised more patience with a mere child who was probably lonely and just wanted to hang out with the big kids. Thatâ€™s garbage. Iâ€™m a hero.
During the train ride home the full implications of the day’s events began to sink in.Â Where was Hunter? The day had started with a good jolt of adventure, eating a KÃ¤sekrainer and running through the streets of Vienna to catch our train. Once we had crossed the Hungarian border, Hunter realized he’d left both […]
March 27, 2009 – 12:01 am
These elderly Hungarian men were pushing fabric technology and human anatomy to new limits. They were pioneers.
While I was studying in Vienna with 29 other Lipscomb University students, I discovered the KÃ¤sekrainerâ€”a sausage filled with piping hot cheese. When we broke for lunch between classes, we’d walk down to the permanent stand on the corner ofÂ Hanuschgang and Albertinaplatz and say, â€œHallo, ich mÃ¶chte einenÂ KÃ¤sekrainer mit Brot und Senf, bitte.â€ â€œHi, I’d […]