Chillin'
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Why you never question a drunk
Via osaka bill: I was shopping at the local supermarket where I selected: a half-gallon of 2% milk, a carton of eggs, a quart of orange juice, a head of romaine lettuce, a 2 lb. can of coffee, and a 1 lb. package of bacon. As I was unloading my items on the conveyor belt to check out, a drunk standing behind me watched as I placed the items in front of the cashier. While the cashier was ringing up the purchases, the drunk calmly stated, “You must be single.” I was a bit startled by this proclamation, but I was intrigued by the derelict’s intuition, since I was indeed…
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fuxxxor the beijing olympics
Is it just me, or have the Olympics seriously gone downhill since, say, the end of the Cold War? I mean, let’s face it, the television coverage is usually so bad it really wouldn’t matter if nobody made an effort watch at all. It occurred to me that this year’s games are perhaps the closest thing to the 1936 Summer Olympics we will ever see; on the flip side what that means is that we seriously need a modern day Jesse Owens with Tibetan ancestry. The following passage is from the Wikipedia article linked above: Hitler removed signs stating “Jews not wanted” and similar slogans from the main tourist attractions.…
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Enter the Daver
So I come home from a much-needed vacation only to be confronted with one of the strangest internet sights I’ve ever seen (and I’ve seen things that would make you cry): Cosmic Buddha’s resident drummer in a tinfoil hat holding a cat wearing the same, headlining an article over at Wired about – hold it – conspiracy theories! At the end of the article, the author, Noah Shachtman credits the photo to a forum called CR4, but I couldn’t find anything there. I think it’s up to Dave to find out the story behind his clone. ///////////////////////// UPDATE: It would seem that my google-fu is much stronger than yours. I…
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MT Beckons
So it’s time to make up for the rest of this month, blogging-wise. Get ready for a stream of posts that have been building up. I still don’t have time to fix my sidebar, though. I’ll figure out where it disappeared soon.
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Important Notice
It seems that Nam’s university needs us to go to Pattaya for some serious, important, pressing research on the quality of four star hotels in the area. And really, who are we to refuse such a noble assignment? Be back in a few… ///////////////////////////////////////// UPDATE 3/29/2008 The resort that the university paid for us to stay at actually wasn’t four star… Check out the fountain art and I’m sure you’ll agree that such wasteful third world tackiness can only be found at a full five star establishment: This being Pattaya, the beach was sub-par for Thailand but the breakfast buffet at the resort was among the very best I’ve ever…
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good juju, bad juju, it’s all just plain old juju
Yes, sometime I will probably stop trying to write blues lyrics in the titles… but today is not the day to do so, because yesterday, I ran over a chameleon sunning himself on the highway. When chameleons are chilling, sometimes they do this curious push up routine where they puff out their chests and bob up and down (apparently, this is the best time to catch them – in order to eat them, of course – at least my Thai friends tell me so). I was on my way to work in the Crown, cruising along in fifth gear and enjoying engine noise, the wind in my hair, and the…
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grizzly boy
I don’t remember who sent this to me. I am currently feverish and severely congested. I feel like I’ve been eaten by a bear.
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but do i deserve to be?
Yes, I’m still alive. Just finished finals week; now it’s time to grade 500 tests from nine different classes. This 30-hour teaching week thing has finally come to an end. Yay. Car maintenance side notes: The Crown was acting like she needed a new battery or alternator, so I changed the cheaper of the two and everything is fine again. The front brakes on the Cefiro were squealing so I got the rotors ground; they are still being broken in.
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git up a git git down 911 119 191 is a joke in yo town
It made so much sense when I found out in Japan that the number for the popo fire department was 119, because like so many other aspects of Japanese culture, it was the exact opposite of what I was used to. Namely, 911. But it is kind of strange that Thailand has taken the only unique left in that series and dubbed 191 the number for emergency services countrywide. So the real question is, why don’t they standardize the number for emergency services worldwide? ////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Flava Flav says “Ho!”
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Promenade
Earth, sky, sea, and rain Is she coming back again? Men of straw sneak a whore Words that build or destroy Dirt, dry, bone, sand, and stone Barbed-wire fence cut me down I’d like to be around In a spiral staircase To the higher ground And I, like a firework, explode Roman candle lightning lights up the sky In the cracked streets trampled under foot Sidestep…sidewalk I see you stare…into space Have I got closer now? Behind the face Oh…tell me… Charity dance with me Turn me around tonight Up though a spiral staircase To the higher ground Slide show, sea side town //////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Above is a partial view from…
