Nadaam, Nietzsche, New World Order

I escaped Siberia, a spoiled wilderness enslaved by a desperate and defeated people.  There must be scenic solitude somewhere on this earth, sought refuge in Mongolia, no dice.  Ulaan Bataar is a bustling shit town, dirtier than it appears.  The Mongolians, I call them Mongoloids simply because I’m an irreverent fuck, seem a friendly and proud people.  They are living through the slow rape of the last of their legacy.  These are not a large... Read More

Maiden Voyage

It was just before the 4th of July.  I had got back in touch with an old friend and we decided to catch up over drinks before I spent the next day with family.  Going back to Orange County is always conflicting for me.  I remember very well the absolute revile I used to feel about the place when I lived there.  The sterility, the pointlessness, the frivolity in place of what I would consider ‘real experience’.  I had my Holden Caufield moments... Read More