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Dog eats mouse, including tail

I thought o share a video with you of my dog eating a field mouse. I decided against it.

I know it's gross, but you have to understand that mice are a problem in the Swiss Alps, and my dog is being very useful in playing a part in controlling their population. I just wish he had left me the tail, so I could have taken it to the commune and gotten my one franc.

Farmers confirm that this year has been particularly good for mice and bad for farmers. It seems the field mice have taken over and dug up entire fields, leaving their annoying mounds of dirt everywhere.

I am still wondering how my dog can still eat his dog food...

Back from hiatus

After a four-month break, I am back!

For those of you who may have been wondering what happened to me, well I am happy to report that I began a new job. I now work for a media software company based in Gstaad called Consenda AG. Consenda caters to local and regional newspapers and it has developed a content delivery system that enables local newspaper publishes to bring news and advertising to digital users (for more information, check out

In the meantime, please send me your ideas for future blog posts!

The mountain

"A friend who is far away is sometimes much nearer than one who is at hand. Is not the mountain far more awe-inspiring and more clearly visible to one passing through the valley than to those who inhabit the mountain?"
-Khalil Gibran

Back at the source

One of the many river sources of the Rhine is located just nine kilometers from my house. It blows my mind to think that waters originating here in my backyard travel through Europe and end up in the North Sea.

And it's gotten me thinking that my move to the Alps can be likened to a return to the source, my early childhood place. And low and behold, I just read that life can be compared to a river, and that it, too, can be divided into three parts:

• the source is our past
• the channel is our present
• the mouth is our future

But these parts can only be divided conceptually, because they must remain in balance.

When I find myself thinking that my life was better in the 'old days', I become blind to the reality of the present. Have I fully understood how the past has affected me? With the right tools and introspection, I learn what the root causes are for my distorted thinking, my fears, and my need for instant gratification and control. Instead, by validating my past, I …

Everything is as it should be

"What's your favorite thing about staying up on the alp during the summer months?" a woman asked a seven-year old local farmer boy.

"The sunrises and the sunsets," the boy responded.

This is why I choose to live here.
For those of you who don't know, in the summertime, many local farming families move up to higher pastures (higher than 1,400 meters above sea-level) to graze their cattle on delicious mountain grass and herbs. This is a time when they make their best cheese. The families live in huts using wood fires for warmth, and candles for light, as most do not have electricity (unless it's milking time, then the generators come on). This is a world far away from XBoxes, computers and other technological devices. This is a world where children have to rely on their imaginations for fun.

I like living close to nature and in communion with people whose lives are--for the most part--absorbed in in the evolution of life without hesitation or contradicti…

Snow and silence

Happy New Year dear reader! I wish you much health, balance, and satisfaction in 2012!

For those of you wondering what it's been like in the Alps, well, it's been snowing. Starting on the 19th of December, the white crystals began falling and they have continued doing so since. This amount of snowfall reminds me of childhood winters in the 70’s and 80’s, when I used to come visit my grandparents. In those days, chalet roofs were adorned with icicles and covered in thick white puffy layers; creeks and streams were hidden, their icy clear waters gurgling under open patches; and streets and paths were all white, their existence carved out of the landscape like mazes in snowy fields. How the snow crunched under foot! Ah! So great, a real winter again!

The best thing about a snowy landscape is the silence. The sound of cars, trains, and people are dampened, their noise disappearing into nothingness. (This phenomenon, by the way dear reader, can be very dangerous when crossing a tra…