Ah, the infamous three za's! (ok, ok, ok). This, my friends, is what you say when you run out of Mongolian vocabulary and have already stumbled through all the grammar you "learned" this summer. Or, it is what your visitors say to you after they have finished their obligatory cup of tea and are done attempting to stoop to your linguistic level. Friends, a good day to you all!
Richard
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*(AUTHOR NOTE: My publisher told me I could post a chapter from the new
book. There were 25 chapters to choose from, but I chose this one. Because
I want...
No fervor
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Hearing Liszt's "Feux follets" at Alice Tully Hall -- it crossed my mind
that it was the most accomplished performance of the étude ever played!
This solo ...
Off the Steppe, and on With the Next Steps
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Sitting in a comfortable bus from Brighton on the southern coast of England
as we travel back to London, we now know that at least for the foreseeable
futu...
Home
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I'm at home, surrounded by freedom, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
I'm actually at my brother's house in Pittsburgh. I arrived back the night
befor...
WHAT TO SAY, WHAT TO SAY
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I’m in a guest house in UB now, after having moved out of Arvaikheer
permanently, and everything’s a little too close and cluttered for me to
say how I fee...
Back Home
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Just a quick entry to let all of our blog-readers know that we are back
home in the States. We left Zambia on Wednesday March 18th, after several
tearful d...
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