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| Monday, January 19th, 2009 | | 12:33 am |
See you in the dreamtime, maybe
-Rimbaud, Papillon, Khalil Gibrain and Baudelaire -Am I really zen? Or do I just need to drink more? -Why am I remembering a man named Tree -Life moves in circles; incestuous circles -Someone called me from Hong Kong to say "I'm sorry". That was nice, but I don't know who you are yet, so how can I know if I can accept your apology or not? -Two people this week have told me I'm enigmatic. Hmmm... -Yoga in Mysore, the Karen National Liberation Army volunteer mercenaries, Vipassana -Dreaming of another Khmer moonrise -Isn't it all just a Monkey Game? -Somewhere in California once, in the late 1960s, a man named Charlie used to pick up hitchhikers along the road in California. I sometimes wonder if there was maybe a girl who, for whatever reason, once said no to a ride one evening and continued on her way. Would that path have made all the difference? -Ahh the possibilities, or, why I like Asia: "You can get anything you want, anytime, just by waving your hand from a barstool." "Really, anything you want, anytime? I think not." "There must be something that you can't get from a barstool in Cambodia. But mostly, some things just take a bit longer than others. It took nearly a week to find a second hand Soviet nuclear submarine, but it turned out to be a North Korean fake." -How long can coffee, cigarettes, wifi and yoga sustain me? -Me + driving to work on my motorbike while eating breakfast = been here too damn long, jaja! -What would life look like after 2 years in the Arctic circle or 60 days of solitude and silence? - Mayhap a funeral among men is a wedding feast among the angels | | Thursday, December 11th, 2008 | | 6:44 pm |
December's Lessons
- Coffee is the best drug ever. Seriously. - Too much som tam is bad for me - I'm still breathing - Nightmares still haunt my subconscious, but only occasionally. - I'll be spending Christmas in Cambodia - I think I am optimistic again about my next path, which, assuming nothing around here changes, I will start exploring by next April at the latest. I have given myself this date as I have grown too comfortable here. On the list: Northern Laos, Central Burma/Yangon area, refugee border area. Criteria: availability of decent coffee, som tam and wifi. - I LOVE my new motorcycle!!!! Wheee! Can't believe I didn't get one sooner! - Despite all my best efforts, I am still the same person, and I still have many of the same issues - I may not have it in me to be a fighter after all. But that's ok. - It costs exactly 5 baht for me to send a text to Germany. That's about 14 cents. Take THAT T-mobile bastards! - Self-acceptance is an amazing process - We can't always get what we want, and money doesn't buy happiness. Strange, but apparently true. - Apoptygma Berzerk was right: love never dies. It sometimes seems to transmogrify though. It's like a fucking vampire zombie - you think you've stabbed it, buried it, burned it, but it keeps coming back. You just want to pull the plug on love's life support system, but apparently there's an invisible back up generator or something. - Holy shit! Transmogrify is a real word! I always thought Calvin made it up. - I think I finally have some closure 10 years after that first fateful evening in the girls bathroom at UCLA. Will it take 8 MORE years for this one, too, to pass? - I probably want to be a Buddhist nun when I die - Rozz Williams is still dead. Someone reminded me of this recently. - Marc was a really good friend to me in the past, and I hope his karma ensures that he wakes up to awesome boobs every morning. I was on a bus somewhere outside Kuala Lumpur with a bunch of Muslim dudes a couple months ago when I had this revelation, and forgot to write it later that day, so forgive the non sequitur, but it did deserve mention. - This is a ridiculously emo post for someone pushing 30. Whatever. So I don't have a fucking white picket fence and bran muffins in my Sears oven. So I got drunk and crashed while driving down my life's path. At least I got to enjoy the view while picking myself up and hacking out a new route. | | Wednesday, May 21st, 2008 | | 9:29 am |
9 AM on my day off in a parallel universe...
Drinking my iced coffee from the mosque up the street, got my sticky rice with coconut wrapped in a banana leaf, sat on a pillow on the ground on my porch listening to Merle Haggard and watching a storm roll away.... | | Saturday, May 17th, 2008 | | 6:46 pm |
| | Wednesday, May 14th, 2008 | | 1:46 pm |
| | Monday, April 28th, 2008 | | 8:52 pm |
| | Saturday, March 29th, 2008 | | 6:15 am |
"You are not ready to live until you are ready to die."
I left the US one year ago today. Happy Rebirthday to Me..... lemongrass oil, mangos, yellow bracelets, laundry laundry, En's happy faen, Fin on a motorbike, purple sarongs, 300 kicks, sweeping sweeping, coconut oil, do do do da tam, 18 kg, .....and somehow making it work | | Friday, March 7th, 2008 | | 7:42 pm |
That strange dreadlocked Thai kickboxer girl.....
So, there's a Thai word for fuck buddy (not exactly, but that's the closest translation) which is "gik". There's one trainer dude who flirts with all the girls, sings me love songs, and has been trying to get me to set him up with my hot blond co-worker, etc. etc., that type of guy. So, today at the gym after finishing training, I sit down to stretch. Trainer Guy approaches (for BDRR and Potato, no, neither HTB, HTBJr., nor TB2): Trainer guy: Daa, Daa! (my Thai name) Ao gik mai? (In Thai, you want a f-buddy?) Me: No thank you, Trainer Guy Trainer Guy: Ao gik mai? Ao mai (you want it?) (points behind me to other Thai trainer guys) Me: (in Thai) Why? Why, you ask me everyday? Don't want a fuck-buddy, thanks. Trainer Guy: (makes me turn around and look at the 2 trainer guys who are watching this all) Ao gik mai? Ao gik mai? Me: (in Thai, as politely as possible, since I am now looking right at these guys) No thank you, Trainer Guy, no thank you! Why, are you a PIMP, Trainer Guy? Trainer Guy: (he laughs) Daa, you want to KICK? DOH! He was asking me if I wanted to do some KICKS with the trainers, not if I wanted a fuck buddy. In my defense, I think he knew perfectly well the double-entendre he was making, and I just fell for it, hook line and sinker. Speaking of gullibility, a week or so ago in the ring with HTB (another trainer). It's the end of the round so we get a 1-minute break. Well, more like a 30 second break after the requisite push-ups. The whistle blows, indicating the start of the new round. HTB and I approach, gloves up, bow, gloves back up, ready to fight. He approaches: HTB: (points to something on the ground about 3 feet away) Me: (looks) HTB: (thwacks me upside the head) HTB: (laughs) No!!!! Me: (learnt a stupid lesson) DOH! Sigh. Will be a looooong time, I think, before I can have a real fight.....Ah well, better than the conversations I have with the spiders: Spiderthesizeofmyhand: Wassup, roomie! Mind if I kick it here above your bed? Me: Umm, you don't live here. Brooom: (gently escorts my would-be roommate out of the house) Me: You're lucky I don't eat you like some of my neighbors might. I think the thrill of expat life will never quite wear off, but there are definitely some things about life in the third-world tropics I could do with out. Even the cute little adorable geckos are starting to wear out their welcome. Those fuckers shit EVERYWHERE. Going to Vietnam for a few days next week. | | Wednesday, December 12th, 2007 | | 6:52 pm |
For even as love crowns you, so shall He crucify you
I ran away, but I am still, apparently, alive (whatever that means). I fell in love, and after three wonderful years was dumped over email. Three months later he was engaged to someone else. Needless to say, hard times and much vodka followed and, long story short, I'm sure the state of California will never let me adopt children. After traveling through bits and pieces of Asia, I've spent the majority of the last year living on a tiny island off the southwest coast of Thailand doing little more than walking the deserted beaches with stray dogs, watching the locals play their didgeridoos, and thinking. I haven't yet found myself and I haven't yet found God. But here I am. | | Saturday, September 8th, 2007 | | 9:18 pm |
| | Wednesday, July 12th, 2006 | | 10:06 am |
Syd Barrett
Shine on, you crazy diamond. Another end of another era. I wondered how it was in your mother's basement all these years....now we know. | | Thursday, April 27th, 2006 | | 1:06 am |
I have 4 jobs. I am officially insane. Why do I have four jobs. | | Saturday, March 25th, 2006 | | 4:37 pm |
| | Sunday, December 11th, 2005 | | 10:49 pm |
Ching Sanctuary
Today was spent shoveling shit, stacking hay, feeding horses, rubbing pig bellies and scratching goat ears at Ching Sanctuary. The boy and I spent all morning and most of the afternoon volunteering, chatting with other volunteers and making a few new four-legged friends. I knew farm labor was hard, but I have a newfound respect for the Baustons and all Farm Sanctuary volunteers. My back is sore, I can barely walk, I'm dehydrated, I'm sunburnt from working in the snow and despite a load of laundry, a shower and a half and washing my hands about twelve times, I stink like the devil. Oy vey. Wheeee!!! | | Friday, December 9th, 2005 | | 1:55 am |
| | Tuesday, October 25th, 2005 | | 2:10 pm |
Congradulations to the coolest Potato in the world. Can we at least see some disgustingly cute pictures? *wink* | | Monday, October 10th, 2005 | | 8:33 pm |
| | Tuesday, October 4th, 2005 | | 11:40 pm |
Happy B-day, Special G-sauce George. You friggin deserve the best and I'm glad things are well for you. :) I made you a vegan cake- one candle for every time I've ever kicked your butt at Uno: http://artpad.art.com/gallery/?invbrtgbdakHappy B-day, kiddo. | | Monday, September 26th, 2005 | | 8:38 pm |
Dear CNN,
Please refrain from including typos and/or grammatical errors on your front page. Thank you. Sincerely, The offended overly-educated and underpaid who know the difference between the possessive and the plural, goddammit. | | Friday, September 2nd, 2005 | | 7:32 pm |
http://www.sanluisobispo.com/mld/sanluisobispotribune/12513123.htm(scroll down a bit) Mahatma Ghandi once said, "The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated." For a nation obsessed with freedom and moral values, we have a long way to go when it comes to the most vulnerable of God's creatures. |
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