Props: Purdue & Brothers Bar I would like to give a big Cyberprops to my Alma Mater, the one and only, Purdue University. It has taught me so much and has given me memories that I’ll cherish for a lifetime. One example is how I met my first group of friends who would later become…
Props: The Fourth of July The Fourth of July: hamburgers, hot dogs, picnic blankets, and amateur pyro-technicians. For years that’s all the fourth was to me, a mini family reunion with fireworks. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m as patriotic as the next person, I just never gave it much thought. But this year…
Props: Izmir, Turkey As the third largest city in a culturally rich country of Turkey, Izmir is a place where one can do a lot and so much. From the pool of options, here are the top ten things to do while you are in the Izmir city: 10. Shop (or window shop) at the Konak Pier…
Props: Harry’s Popcorn, Baltimore Zoos, and my main man Harold You might have been thinking that the happiest place on earth is Disney World; common misconception, don’t worry, I won’t fault you for that. The most magical place on the entire planet resides at Purdue University, my friends, and it is a historical hole-in-the-wall called…
Props: The Los Angeles Lakers I have the pleasure of calling one of the greatest teams across all sports the team that I love… holder of 16 NBA championships, 23 hall of famers, home of Magic Johnson and Kobe Bryant… the one and only… Los Angeles Lakers. From George Mikan to Kobe Bryant, the Lakers have long…
I want to preface this post with the information that I’m 5 beers deep and I’m not certain I have sobered up from last night. That’s your fair warning.
There’s a lot of people that deserve props in my life. But I’m not going that direction. The place I want to give a shout out to is an eight foot concrete slab in Bloomington, Indiana behind Woodburn Hall. I’ll start where all good stories start; the middle.
I believe that pizza is like sex, but better. There is some sort of connection my body has with lactose and gluten that really revs my engines. I don’t know if it is the 1/16 Italian I have in my blood, or maybe it was growing up with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, but few things in life can imitate the Art of the ‘Za.