Notes from the saddle, the kitchen, and Bozeman.
Trip reports and Bozeman politics.
Opium… the opium of Cambodia’s masses
Although I can say nothing of hell, I can faithfully attest that I waded through high-water for a cup of coffee this afternoon. For that matter, walking across a flooded campus has almost become routine the last few days. My…
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That elevator is going to be my sad undoing, I tell you. It’s just been getting progressively worse, every time they “fix” it. There…
Bankok Burns
There’s so much I’m troubled by… so much I don’t understand. I don’t understand the physics that allow my laptop to carry a charge…
It’s all downhill from here…
Apparently, the car-park was full. Oh my. I hate to be the one to say it, but parking outside the car-park and fogging up…
Another obscene hour in the morning
I have this odd routine where, almost every night, I come down from my 6th floor room wearing running shorts and a ratty t-shirt…