The first bald guy is not yet his lover — they are business colleagues, they met at the cafe in newton, the man is a programmer - a consultant who works from home.
…Streetcar suburbs are green and purple, the commuters run to catch their double-decker diesels, while th einner ringers walk with ease—theirs is a five minute interval during rush hour.
The sun, an abstract circle shining light onto the 2nd most prolific — the moon — both gazing down onto our humble blue-green oblate spheroid (sort-of circles)…. 1-800-Spiralz Classical Music Through this confluence of sounds we gaze into worlds gone by a saccharine pop ballad for a lady with corset-fractured ribs, and impotent, hunting husband.
The first time I heard heavy metal— the kind I listen to, from Scandinavia — in Mongolia was also the first time I heard this music broadcast on mainstream TV, while staying with a herding family in East-Central Mongolia.
…Usually, I get up every ten minutes or so to clear my side of the ger, if only to lessen the number in my immediate vicinity, for a few moments of relative peace.
One would think, given the number of livestock (35 million) and their centrality to Mongolian culture and lifestyle, and that all the main livestock varieties produce milk fit for the purpose (sheep, goats and cows) that Mongolia would have developed a robust cheese-making tradition.
…So on that fateful day when I drank a glass of Mongolian Coca-Cola with breakfast (my host father later told me my illness must have been due to that) the contents of my GI tract decided to riot and collectively exited my body.
It was my girlfriend’s 21st birthday; I dreamed up a romantic weekend in the little town we used to visit in my summers as a kid 0 – to a bed and breakfast on the water, a massage, dinner whatever I got directions, and we were on our way…. I was going to a land of alien culture, custom, cuisine, climate color For years I’ve justified my ignorance of Boston with the fact I went to boarding school for 4 years Being lost in a place you should know is mortifying especially if people find out When weekend guests know from which way you came on the street after shopping at a store.
Someday, if I go bald I can blame my grandfather
It’s easy to blame someone you never met
