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The times I try to write a coherent story.

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When a picky eater goes to a two-Michelin-starred restaurant

Let me start by providing some context. Tom, my partner, is a foodie who will eat anything. I mean that in the most literal sense; he could win any Fear Factor eating challenge as long as it doesn't include anything with banana flavor (I know, don't ask). I, on the

When a picky eater goes to a two-Michelin-starred restaurant
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Looking back at Burning Man

I flew into San Francisco on a Friday afternoon and the next day I was in a mini-van with two women I met for the first time, loaded with supplies, on my way to the Nevada desert. I dreamed of it for years and it was finally happening; Burning Man.

Looking back at Burning Man
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Preparing for my first burn

I've been dreaming of joining the social experiment in Black Rock City for a long time. Last year I logged on before the ticket sale started, patiently waited for two hours in the infamous online queue, only to find out it was sold out. This year history repeated itself. But,

Preparing for my first burn
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This one time, at Vipassana camp

“Focus your entire attention on the area below your nostrils. Calm and peaceful mind.” I try. I really do. All my attention on the area below my nostrils. I’m the definition of zen. Calm and observing. And by calm I mean trying not to hyperventilate, and by observing I

This one time, at Vipassana camp