Cover photo by Duncan Cumming Let's talk about SlutWalk. A few short months ago in Toronto, Canada, a policeman was speaking to a university audience about the dangers of sexual harassment. During his speech he blurted out: “I've been told I shouldn't say this, but I feel I must. Ladies, you wi
05.21.2011| philosophical | Kurt Robinson
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Sometimes you just don't have the words to say how much you love your bros. You need a word for every possible situation that you get into, and some advice on how to bro it up. It just so happens that we have access to a complex glossary and guide to all the different angles, or should I say MAN-gle
04.30.2011| stupid | Kurt Robinson
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“This place belongs to my friend Hubert. Hubert's Place.” Solomon showed me the photos of the Playa Blanca just outside Cartagena. “We will go there, and stay for 10.000 pesos a night, sleeping in a hammock.” “What are you, crazy?” said Don Cesario. “You sleep in a place for 10.000
04.13.2011| antics | Kurt Robinson
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cover photo by Tim & Selena Middleton, used under creative commons I think my netbook is still under warranty. The touchpad is a bit shit. The touchpad left button doesn't really work at all, unless you use a magic triple-quadruple click combination. However, before I take it in, I know the first
04.12.2011| stupid | Kurt Robinson
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It's always important to make sure your room is clean when you get to a new place. It's been five days and I haven't smudged my room. "I need to buy some incense. White sage. Do you know where?” “Yes. The Plaza de Flores in El Centro. But why do you need it?” “It's good for... not s
04.4.2011| antics | Kurt Robinson
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I just went on a date with this girl from Colombian Cupid. We were having a pretty good time, we went for lunch, sat in the park for a while, went for a coffee... Then she said something like "Who is that photo on your facebook, the fattie?" I thought for a minute and said "I think you're talking
03.24.2011| antics | Kurt Robinson
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“¡Hola!” she said, before I even opened my mouth. “Hola bonita,” I said, with a cheesy grin. Her name was Sandra. She smiled back and told me she worked in a massage parlour above the Mexican restaurant in Parque Lleras. She had fake breasts, and was touching my arms as she talked. I tho
03.13.2011| fucking stories | Kurt Robinson
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I woke up at around 11:30 pm - 3:30 pm Melbourne time. Even with the neck cushion on the plane, I was a little stiff. I stumbled out of my room and said hello to the Colombian sitting in the patio. He was from Cartagena, his name, Solomon Gomez Angel. He spoke English very well, though he had never
03.5.2011| antics | Kurt Robinson
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