Monday, March 11th, 2013
It all started with a book. Some people were really into this book. And that was cool. And some people were pretty resistant to this book. And that was cool, too. Naturally, this was a book full of stories. There were stories about animals, and babies, and even a trench coat made out of every
Wednesday, January 23rd, 2013
“Sorry, Mom and Dad, I won’t be able to talk to you today. I’ve just arrived in Burma (no, not Bermuda, Bur-MA) and finding a reliable connection has been a bit difficult. I s’pose this is to...
Tuesday, November 6th, 2012
Korea is not a scary place. Maybe, “crowded with a weird geological interpretation of mountainous terrain” would be a bit more accurate. But scary? This is definitely not the case. Even if the neighbours to the North...
Wednesday, October 24th, 2012
There are times when one’s nationality becomes remarkably obvious. Preferential pizza toppings, the line-up entered at customs, favouritism for the Winter Olympics, and maybe better still, the spelling of the word “favouritism.” These moments can make your...
Thursday, October 11th, 2012
It didn’t go down nearly as smooth as it should have, but it has finally been published. I struggled with a multitude of technology issues here in Cote d’Ivoire trying to put the final touches on the...
Tuesday, October 9th, 2012
His shoulders are wrenched between his knees. He has positioned himself like he’s playing a game of hide and seek and has declared the perfect hiding spot to be that weird cupboard beneath the sink where the...
Saturday, September 29th, 2012
There was a refusal to book a return ticket. There was an avoidance of coming back. There was the denial of returning to work in nine days. There was the ignorance of fixed days and planned nights....
Sunday, September 9th, 2012
It was a wasted day. And it was totally my fault. Sitting on an intercity bus, darting eyes searched for some sort of recognizable landmark. Predictably, frustrations grew as seven expats attempted to navigate a foreign...
Wednesday, August 29th, 2012
For someone who hates having a home, I seem to keep getting them. Unsure if it is deliberately or by accident, I find myself with the associated routine of sleeping in the same bed night after...
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