Six students from the University of Pittsburgh Honors College trek across Mongolia in search of illumination, perspective, and the perfect cup of Yak-milk tea.

Friday, June 17, 2005

Of sorrow and postmodern ennui...

    Hello, all.

    To begin, this post relates directly to neither sorrow nor postmodern ennui. My publicist has recently informed me that I am polling fairly low with males between the ages of 18-25 who have recently begun reading Derrida and/or listen to Bauhaus. Therefore, I'm taking some measures to connect more strongly with this audience. Titling my post in this manner is the first of many steps on my way to disaffected teeny-bopper superstardom. Think Garth Brooks' horribly awkward Chris Gaines stunt, except more horribly awkward and possibly enlisting the aid of Richard Simmons in goth makeup.
    As I write to you, I'm sitting in an Internet Cafe not one block from my apartment building. Somewhere behind me, a radio plays a techno remix of "Country Roads." Yes, the Country Roads. Yes, John Denver. Believe me, it's weirder for me than it is for you. Yet oddly comforting. Okay, who am I kidding, it's just kind of weird.
    Things are going well. We had our final class today and our Mongolian language final is on Monday. After that, we will be splitting up to our respective field postings, though we will be in and out of the city.
    Not much to report here. All is going well, hope that it is for you as well. Take care, keep reading, and write us, will ya?