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I knew from the start that Chinese tea girls were a scam. They take you to a restaurant, or club, or somewhere surrounded by four walls hidden from the public. You’re served a cup of tea, then a 300 dollar bill arrives along with the Chinese Secret Service kindly offering to escort you to the nearest ATM. Tea girls are all over the streets bringing oblivious tourists inside.
I’m sitting in an underground heavy metal bar in the capital of a former Soviet Republic and the elevated Yamaha speakers are blasting Rammstein. I’d love to know what my 16 year old self thinks of that sentence.
If you were to slice me in half through the belly button and analyze my rings, you would be able to break apart my life into…
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As I walk the path to learn my third non programming language, I cannot help but reminisce about my previous (and ongoing) journey of learning Spanish.…
I was recently told that I have not properly mourned your death. Considering it has been 14 years, maybe it is about time I start…
In high school I felt untouchable. But at a large university, it was easy to compare yourself to others and realize you just aren’t that…
Five years ago I was in Santiago Chile pretending to race my bicycle. I wrote about my first experience then, which involved a much steeper learning…
Continued from Part I. Note: The first several paragraphs of this blog go into detail about my hike with Naomi–which I found interesting enough to…