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In Response to Nostalgia 3

Posted on January 28, 2012

Some of you have inquired about the story behind this post. This is my best attempt at an explanation behind unexplainable images and occurrences. Related posts can be found here, here, and here. Mongolia is a nation of disorienting distance. Hundreds of kilometers can separate one person from the next. The population density of Omnogovi, a region of the Gobi in southern Mongolia, barely touches just 0.2 people per square kilometer. This is why the term ‘family’ has unique, more profound meaning in the Land of Khan. The average nomadic Mongolian family has four children; a woman who has five or more is referred to as ‘Honored Mother’. The larger the group, the more manpower you have to efficiently herd your livestock and reap…

Letting Go

Posted on January 23, 2012

I met a guy named Clarence Joseph in Charlotteville, Tobago, around lunch-time in early January. He owned a ‘fish n’ chips’ shack right off of the main road, left of the bus stop that I became so acquainted with every other dusk, right behind the village gas station that had ‘please do not urinate on this wall’ artfully painted on its back side. Even though Clarence’s fish n’ chips were a dollar more expensive than everyone else’s and a few more steps away from the beach, I routinely returned because he’s the only one in Charlotteville who added tons of garlic and ginger and other spices that make my mouth water. Clarence was amicable from the start. He was a man of short stature…

Books and the Stig

Posted on January 20, 2012

My bedroom is comically imbalanced – the desk is cocooned by a lego-esque border of old and new books. Books I love, books I’ve read, and books that have yet to endure the gratuitous cover-bending that comes with each thorough and addicting read. This provides for a not-so-subtle contrast comparative to the rest of the room, which is stark white and empty. My Stig flash drive is the king of the books.


Posted on January 17, 2012

My friend Peter sticks a squirming starfish in my face. Such a weird/cool starfish!

Rush sells overpriced coconuts and bananas on the beach of an isolated lagoon called Pirate’s Bay. He always has a fire going, which I appreciated because there’s nothing better than the smoky smell of wood burning.


The Kingfish eventually finds its way home to a ceramic plate, cradled by fried chips and coleslaw.

Back to DC, back to ‘real life’ if you will, is always a disconcerting adjustment. You think: “Why am I sitting here doing problem sets when there are 148,940,000 square kilometers of earth’s varied terrain to explore??”. That’s not even including the surface area of the oceans and other naturally-occurring watery constructions, which amount for seventy percent of the globe’s total surface!! In stark opposition to the hallowed cliche ‘it’s a small world’, it’s not at all small. It’s very large in fact.

Bucket List 2012 and My Intentions in the Year We Supposedly All Perish

Posted on January 15, 2012

There are some mysteries that will never be solved. One, for example, is how the search engine term ‘woman puts boyfriend in headlock with her thighs’ led two people on two separate occasions to this blog. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t meet a moment of arrest and briefly reconsider my choices in content. Another celebrated  mystery is how Kim Kardashian ever became famous. As far as I can tell, she lacks any talent in its traditional sense but somehow commands the attention of millions just by looking hot, even though she can’t even do that right because she looks like a plastic extraterrestrial with a comically and disproportionately inflated ass. The last mystery mentioned will be how this stigma and inherent…

Buccoo and the People I Met There

Posted on January 13, 2012

I’m going to be annoyingly pedantic and call myself a humanist. I consider human nature to be more of a mystery than distant galaxies, quantum mechanics, and why people ever thought rattails were a good idea. I’m constantly astounded by human actions and inactions, achievements and shortcomings; always wondering the motive behind it all; what developments took place to make a person who he or she is today. From my comprehensively inadequate observations I’ve learned four things: 1) Things are never what they seem. 2) People are the way they are for a reason. 3) The world is full of good people. 4) While the world is full of good people, people are also inherently, unbelievably complex. Any oversimplification applied to our nature would…

Trinidad & Tobago and the Nature of Wanderlust

Posted on January 9, 2012

I meet John at a bus stop, the kind that has peeling paint, graffiti sloppily covering all three walls, and a shaky rusty tin roof that any decent-sized wind could rip off in a moment’s notice. Waves of heat curl off of the road, exhaust spits out of trucks and cars passing by, and the sun is so blinding it feels like exposing bare skin for two seconds would leave you with a painful and permanent burn. I sit on a cement block inside awaiting my ride. I ask John if he knows when the next bus will be. These conditions aren’t so ideal for an albino like me. It turns out he’s heading to the same place, Scarborough, but via route taxi. We begin to talk. People in this…