Sunday, August 31, 2008
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
I knew the movie would be shallow and self-centered but it was beyond. It was beyond anything understandable. There was an old man sitting by himself in the front row. I asked, "What is this old man doing here? Did he here 'sex' in the title and show up?" He rolled around in his row. Put his feet up on the seats in front of him. Laughed too hard it anything resembling a joke. Yelled out whatever words he knew in English and got up and danced in the aisles during songs. He was the most exciting thing in the movie.
I don't think any of you are going to see it anyway. Good.
This makes my point better.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
I am not sold on Lil' Weezy, but this is a catchy mu fuhin song. Mainly due to the backing track.
A six hour car drive, two planes, a bus, a taxi, trains and subways, my bicycle, another combination of trains and subways, a ferry and I am back in Miyazaki continuing my eventful vacation.
I didn't catch his rank, but soldier Alonzo in Atlanta, waiting to go back to Iraq for the 3rd time was a sweet guy. He said he had always planned to be in the Army for his career but he was tired of getting jerked around, back and forth. I suppose considering his situation wouldn't be supporting any troops. I hope he makes his last 6 months out okay.
The flight to Hawaii I sat next to an Army nurse who made me regret my lack of an actual profession. She was equal parts boring and inspiring. She leaves for Iraq in a few months, but she really want to deliver babies. I hope she does well.
To Waikiki where I was in the hostel next to the one I meant to stay in. Not the quite one with the low-key vibe and the half decent surfboards, but the one like the out of control dorm at a school for people studying English as a second language. I couldn't find Akko. I left to messages at her hotel so I went to the ABC store, my favorite convenience store ever, and got a pasta salad an onigiri and an Asahi. Polished them off and went to bed. I got up early only to be stalled by the morning shift changed and delayed by 30 minutes getting a shitty surfboard covered in foam. Still, 2 hours at Waikiki is 2 hours at Waikiki. Surfing that is, I would rather not be on the beach, unless it is 3am on the jetty with a Brazilian girl from Atlanta. It hit me that one of the great parts about surfing is that, compared to other sports, its legendary sights are accesible. I won't ever be able to play catch at Fenway Park, but I can paddle out to the break where surfing was born, look left at Diamondhead and catch a sweet ass wave through clear water over a reef.
On the way to the airport I run into Akko and her friend who turn out to be on the same plane with me.
I do my shopping and grab a cab to the airport. The driver was Vietnamese and moved here fairly recently. He was quite bright and we talked over politics. He was surprised that I knew Dien Bien Phu. I was surprised that he asked me "Do you believe in God?"
To Japan where, riding on the train, listening to an old man hock luggies into his own mouth and swallow them I swore, "I gotta get out of Japan." The next morning I got up early, rode my bike to the river and went jogging. My neghborhood renewed my faith in the country. Kyoto is lovely. Everday. At the end of my run, a ruckus errupted. 40-60 Uykou busses where caravaning down Kawabata screaming about education. No one ever knows what they are saying. Largely because every bus had its own diatribe.
On the ferry, 40 noisy, shallow, college boys and girls on a club trip to Miyazaki. The only time I am trapped on the ferry with hot chicks and they are trapped with lame dudes.
Now at Natsuki's drinking coffee and contemplating the IPhone.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
This illustrates my entire hate/love relationship with this and its sister show Top Chef. I very much enjoy watching competent people at work creatively. I kind of wish shows like this had been on in my formative years. However, I feel that the nature of the shows is the Northeastern upper crust casting down their crumbs to us, the clay-eating, shoeless masses who sit, baking in the Southern sun staring north waiting for our buckets of slop. "I thank ail use the word palate and not mean it as summin' tuh sleep on."
Thursday, August 14, 2008
For your reading pleasure:
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and
a white cross-eyed tailless cat
I took him in and fed him and he stayed
grew to trust me until a friend drove up the driveway
and ran him over
I took what was left to a vet who said,"not much
chance…give him these pills…his backbone
is crushed, but is was crushed before and somehow
mended, if he lives he'll never walk, look at
these x-rays, he's been shot, look here, the pellets
are still there…also, he once had a tail, somebody
cut it off…"
I took the cat back, it was a hot summer, one of the
hottest in decades, I put him on the bathroom
floor, gave him water and pills, he wouldn't eat, he
wouldn't touch the water, I dipped my finger into it
and wet his mouth and I talked to him, I didn't go any-
where, I put in a lot of bathroom time and talked to
him and gently touched him and he looked back at
me with those pale blue crossed eyes and as the days went
by he made his first move
dragging himself forward by his front legs
(the rear ones wouldn't work)
he made it to the litter box
crawled over and in,
it was like the trumpet of possible victory
blowing in that bathroom and into the city, I
related to that cat-I'd had it bad, not that
bad but bad enough
one morning he got up, stood up, fell back down and
just looked at me.
"you can make it," I said to him.
he kept trying, getting up falling down, finally
he walked a few steps, he was like a drunk, the
rear legs just didn't want to do it and he fell again, rested,
then got up.
you know the rest: now he's better than ever, cross-eyed
almost toothless, but the grace is back, and that look in
his eyes never left…
and now sometimes I'm interviewed, they want to hear about
life and literature and I get drunk and hold up my cross-eyed,
shot, runover de-tailed cat and I say,"look, look
but they don't understand, they say something like,"you
say you've been influenced by Celine?"
"no," I hold the cat up,"by what happens, by
things like this, by this, by this!"
I shake the cat, hold him up in
the smoky and drunken light, he's relaxed he knows…
it's then that the interviews end
although I am proud sometimes when I see the pictures
later and there I am and there is the cat and we are photo-
he too knows it's bullshit but that somehow it all helps.
I am inconsolable.
First: Teddy Atlas remains the best commentator in all of sports. He gives good solid information. He doesn't dwell on useless trivia. When he keeps repeating a point it is because it is important. He doesn't buy into hype and he is never afraid to be critical. It is unfortunate that other sports don't have the benefit of his specific genius. Too bad most people aren't into boxing.
Second: I hate the opening ceremonies, but I managed to sit through all four hours of this years. The pagentry was a bit much but I was touched by the athletes entry. I think living in an international setting for so long makes it all seem closer. I cheer for Japan because I recognize the faces. I cheer for Ghana because Kumar used to live there. I cheer for New Zealand for all the Kiwis in my life. I feel ambivilant about Australia for all the Aussies in my life.
Third: Judo is available on the interenet, but I haven't been watching. I want it live on TV. Soccer all day everyday is great. Synchronized diving is ridiculous.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
It was good to have April at camp this year, not only for her outstanding voice.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
After a bit, David and Jayden pulled up. They had mistook their flights for Tuesday instead of Monday and missed them both. Jayden had to get back to Mexico and David to Mexico via New Orleans with visa time line restrictions. The options are to fly business class or to leave several days later. After several frustrating hours on hold David finds out that no one-way rental cars are available in Knoxville for New Orleans. To Chattanooga!!
To Chattanooga. Two hours closer to a home I haven't seen in more than two years in a borrowed car. Renting cars with a debit card. The desk next door. Credit checks and insurance. Uninteresting Indian food in a strip mall with an overheating borrowed car. Only to turn around and come back as Jayden and David push on to stay in Tuscaloosa without even going to campus.
Mission thoroughly accomplished.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Blame this on David. Now with post camp space out crashing at Jake's. Camp went fine with only one tragic shooting and pronounced understaffment. I am tireder than three weeks worth and all full of Mexican food. Waiting for Chad to take me to Florida on Wednesday.
Minor bun engine made Benny Lava.
attempting to silence the voices in my head.