Hardcore conspiracy theorists, cryptozoologists, and nutty religious people are much alike in one respect: Their very existence often revolves around that in which they need to believe. Of the three, however, conspiracy theorists are often the most fun to have a conversation with over a few beers. This has been my experience over the years, anyway.

Someone you can count on to sort through the rubble and find you after your life has fallen down around you. Thank you, Nam. I love you.

“Well of course there is ‘You’re still alive,’ she said Oh, but I deserve to be? Is that the question? And if so…if so…who answers…who answers.” I’m still alive… I just have no time, at least for a short while longer. The most amazing set of photos have been taken, I just need some time to process and post. I have many things to write about, I just need time to figure out how to say them. I have not abandoned thee, I just ask for a little while to get my shit together. |||||||||||||||||||||| I have a strict quality standard for this blog, in that I will either provide…

This is as fitting a remembrance as any. Notice: Anybody who links to the LA Style song today is just… no.

American Me, on cellphone: “So whatcha up to?” Fem-ish Aussie Him: “I’m out having a fag – then I’m gonna go have a smoke.” /// I have my suspicions, but I’m still not sure what he was up to… Don’t really want to know anymore, either.

So as not to be outdone by all the redneck, hillbilly, and Texan jokes; You know you’re from California if: Your coworker has 8 body piercings and none are visible. You make over $300,000 and still can’t afford a house. You take a bus and are shocked at two people carrying on a conversation in English. Your child’s 3rd-grade teacher has purple hair, a nose ring, and is named Sun Flower. You can’t remember . . is pot illegal? You’ve been to a baby shower that has two mothers and a sperm donor. You have a very strong opinion about where your coffee beans are grown, and you can taste…

Yesterday was a paradox of bad things that would have been a lot worse if not for little blessings: A big dog came running after me – but there was a big rock on the ground next to me, and I don’t play to lose in a country that doesn’t vaccinate Our right rear tire blew out on the highway – but we were only going 60kph, and there was a tire store 200 yards up the road Nam locked us out of our house – but her sister, who lives fifteen minutes away, just happened to have a key I stepped on a dog turd – but it was…

I had to make an emergency trip to Laos from this past weekend to change my visa. I just got back ten minutes ago. I have not read any e-mail or messages yet; if you wrote to me in the last few days I’ll be in touch soon.

Just thought I’d let you know one of the most unpleasant combinations of injuries/sickness I have ever experienced: Bruised ribs and projectile vomiting. I thought I’d let this one pass because the cause of the bruised ribs is kind of embarassing… A couple weeks ago, my hand slipped outward when I was pushing myself out of the bathtub, and the full weight of my torso came down on its edge (I made kind of a wheezing, squeaky sound like ooofeeeeee…). No immediate sharp pain or anything, but it was sore like hell for about a week (although the soreness is almost gone now, except when I lay on my side).…