Honors Denglish, by Lauren Stokes

Nestbeschmutzer, Now Out of Austria

When I boarded my plane out of Austria, the newspapers were breathlessly reporting on the just-broken story of Elisabeth Fritzl, an Austrian woman recently freed from the windowless basement where [...]

Why Universität Wien Should Be Eisbären

My time in Vienna is coming to an end, and while part of me is sad, another part can't wait to get back to good old Swarthmore.
I haven't talked much [...]

Viennese Churches, and Cool Tricks I Can Do With My Armpits

As the weather (and tourist season) here in Vienna heat up, I myself have been doing more sightseeing, combing the first district and making the occasional venture into the suburbs. [...]

Kebab oder Schnitzel? It's Up to You

In every tourist shop in Vienna, you can buy these shirts that say "No Kangaroos in Austria." The first several times I saw these, they made no sense to me. [...]

The Trabi-Monster

While I was in Prague, I was scootering around the back of the German Embassy trying to get a glimpse of a memorial statue located in the backyard. In a [...]

Oder oder Doch? (German and My Self-Esteem)

This week I'm stuck in Prague, where the keyboards don't make sense (you have to press shift to get a number!) and where Internet costs more than I'm used to. [...]

Welcome to Wien-er-nee-ner-nee-ner

Shortly after writing my last column, I took a 12-hour overnight train to Vienna, where I am now enrolled as a student at the University thereof (the oldest in the [...]

Leaving Berlin, or Many Forms of Sleep Deprivation

At the end of this week I will be leaving Berlin and going to Vienna, which I am excited about primarily because according to the "German 108: Berlin und Wien" [...]

Berlin in the Passive Voice (and Madonna)

I was considering not writing anything at all this week and just letting you contemplate this picture of the diva herself at her latest red carpet premiere, shot by none [...]

Me and Ronald Reagan

As a Swarthmore student, I can testify to the fact that guilt is a familiar emotion. While at Swarthmore, I feel guilty about the sex I don't have, the papers [...]