Ramblings. Musings. Strange Eatings.

patchymcgoo

I had been thinking about shaving my head for quite some time. Over the last few years, my long locks had done a decent job covering up the various patchy […]

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crop circles

I first noticed a bald spot in my beard sometime in the autumn of 2013. I was looking at myself after a shower at the Jorge House in Cabinda when […]

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first snow

It’s snowing in Portland. Few things bring out the unabashed kid in everyone like the first (only?) snowfall of the year. Wikipedia tells us: Snowfall is uncommon [in Portland] with a […]

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super preço

A few weeks ago when I was in Burlington, one evening around 7:45pm I realized: “Hm … I’m hungry.” I looked out the window at the rainy sky and considered […]

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wrigley field

At the end of my senior year in college, my close friends Paul and Erik passed through Chicago on their way across the country. Having finished their final exams, they were on […]

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cursors

The first computer I can remember having was an Apple IIe: greyish-green case, monochrome monitor with springy keys that made loud tap-tappy noises when you hit them. In fact, I probably learned to type on that machine … and also how to procrastinate. Case in point: Spy Hunter.

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moroccan countryside (photo gallery)

Before arriving in Morocco, I didn’t have many expectations. Come to think of it, I didn’t have any expectations. Months ago when we were first daydreaming about leaving Angola and […]

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dromedary (photo gallery)

While on the road, it’s been fun to read a novel that takes place where we’re traveling. In Cape Town, I got caught up the murder mystery of 13 Hours, […]

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dance man

Looking back at our time in Marrakech, one image keeps springing to mind: the dance man. Marrakech is an intense city by nature and we arrived in Morocco straight into […]

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open seats

After you board an airplane, there’s nothing like that magical moment when the cabin doors close and there is an entire row of empty seats right next to you. You […]

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