The End of the MBA

Wow. It’s hard to believe it, but this past weekend was my very last MBA weekend. All done. Finished. Finito. Never again will I have to get up at 8:30am on a Saturday and spend all day sitting in class. Never again will I have to stay up the night Read more…

A Squash Beating

But not in the way you think. I guess it was inevitable, after so much smack talking, that Maurits would get pissed off and get back into form. He came from behind in two games (one of them he was down 7-1) to win the best of three match. I Read more…

Portrait of Dordrecht

I realize I have been remiss about blogging about my life in Europe, and how it differs from America. So today I have this little story for you. We are on our way to lunch. In Dordrecht there are precious few places of sufficient quality for one to dine in. Read more…