The Squeaky Robot

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Goodbye, October.

Posted on October 31, 2011

October has been an eventful and illuminating month. As much as I hate goodbyes, I have a feeling something better is coming. I feel like this is a necessary sentiment for happiness. This was the last view of one of our Gobi ger camps; I had to repeat this nugget of wisdom over and over in my head lest I burst into tears. This Squeaky Robot is very, very human.

The Thinker

Posted on October 15, 2011

Wisdom is blind to age, wealth, location, upbringing, and social class. Not everyone can be wise, but profound insight can come from anyone. He would walk around the steppe with his small, weathered hands locked behind his back, and look off into the distance with a furrowed brow and an expression that made apparent that heavy matters were on his mind. Maybe he wondered where the flock was at that moment. Or how to quell his sister’s incessant sobbing. Whatever it was, it was clear this boy didn’t inherit his older brothers’ love for soccer. This young sage adopted his father’s hardened stoicism, and it seemed like he was burdened with something that was not his, anxieties that no child should have to bare.…

Camels and Nightfall

Posted on October 13, 2011

I am incredibly grateful that I made the decision to traverse the shithole that is Russia. For one, I ended up in Mongolia. And while I may have voluntarily traded in sand for concrete, skies for smog, tsuivan for mac&cheese, gers for beds with Ikea sheets, and camels for Ethiopian taxi drivers, this decision is a temporary one, and I will have Gobi earth between my toes before I know it. I say I’m in the States voluntarily because there is always a choice. And then again there’s a million other places I’d rather be, but if you’re never content with where you are, you’ll never be content.