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Välkomna!

Welcome world, to the bleeding edge of technology. I come to you from the distant future, all the way from the year 2000. This here is a web log or "blog" for short. What a wild world we live in...

Okay I'll stop being obnoxious now, but seriously, welcome!

This is going to be a place for me to air out my complicated inner workings, and extol the virtues of my various interests. I have a lot of distractions in my life, from manly hobbies like homebrewing and backcountry camping to more domestic fare like cooking or rearranging furniture obsessively. One day I'll be posting brew updates the next day you might have to hear about a berry farm in New Hampshire that has changed my life forever. It will also be something of a chronicle of my explorations of a new city and a new life after college. In any case, it should be a fun ride.

NOTE: The adventures that will follow are in no way a desperate attempt to get people to come visit me in Boston. No plane tickets should be purchased without the expressed written consent of ABC and the NFL.

BLOG FEATURES:
-First hand experience watching the degeneration of a man's mental health as he moves 2,000 miles away to a desolate northern wasteland, where loneliness and despair robs him of his very humanity.
-Pie Recipes!
-Getting to know the greater Boston area through pictures and words without leaving home.
-Bryan gets to document his post-college years in a form that is only slightly more obnoxious than a diary.
-Curated reddit content as apathy/lack of interesting sandwiches in my life dictates (3X the memes!)
-Occasional umlauts!
-And so much more!

Cheers,

Bryan
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