april 20th is the day when

it all goes down.

sex with whores

OMG! so fucking awesome. seriously. last night. wow. i mean... wow.

It's all very fascinating really.

I was in a tutoring session a few minutes ago. The student in question and I were working very hard on a paper about the person in his or her life that inspired him or her the most. The source of inspiration was an uncle, born out of poverty in one of those countries you assume growing out of poverty is the norm who came to this country to make something of himself. A millionaire. That's what he made of himself. In and of itself, I was inspired because I was born a generation out of a generation born of poverty and all I got to be was an educator helping students write papers about people who truly inspire them.
Then, the bell rang for lunch and he was gone. Barely a goodbye. Nary a thank you as he grabbed the remainder of his paperwork. Should I have expected anything in return. No, perhaps not. I, after all, am not the sort of person that inspires greatness. Millionaire uncles are.
I guess I can go take a lunch break myself as no one else has come in to my office hours. I think I'll go drive around the neighborhood and smoke a cigarette while I contemplate why I should encourage kids to stay in school when I'm frantically trying to get out.



Something important could be going on here. I just don't know.

People Are Stupid

"A British couple is said to have come to regret naming their son Drew Peacock upon belatedly realizing that running the name together can produce an unsavory interpretation."

Gee, ya think?

Source

he also pulls my hair and it hurts.

this morning my sort-of-boyfriend shoved a bunched up ball of dirty underwear in my face when i was trying to sleep and asked me if it was dirty or not.

should i break up w/him?

Mountain Madness

The best-known example of that is the Fore people of Papua New Guinea, who from the 19th century to the late 1950's held ''mortuary feasts'' on deceased relatives.

From the 1920's to the 60's, an epidemic of kuru, a prion disease, killed more than 200 Fore a year, especially women, who ate brains while men ate muscle. A study of 30 elderly Fore women who survived the era showed that 23 had the prion-protection gene, which was far less common among Fore born later, suggesting that it had protected them

image stolen from another blog, but relevant, i think

the stereos are going to pump me

and all the rappers in the top 10? please allow me to bump thee.

Schlizm Time

Schlizm. Definition: the time it takes a person to recover and move on after hearing the sound of a fingernail scratching on a chalkboard (or similar occurrence). Every individual will have their own personal schlizm time.

I have never had sex with a man

Nor do I have any intentions of ever doing so. But, just for the sake of discussion, should a master race of aliens take over the planet and force me to have sexual relations with “another” man, here is a partial list I would submit for their consideration:

Leslie Cheung
Tony Leung
Rafa Nadal
Gael Garcia Bernal
Johnny Depp (I mean seriously? kindofa no brainer?)
Ryan Phillippe (fuck you Tamasine)
River Phoenix
NOT Tom Brady
NOT Ben Affleck (hell no, maybe Matt Damon though, maybe, okay fine)
David Bowie (come on?)
A really young Serge Gainsbourg (emphasis on REALLY young; and he has to sing to me before; this maybe should be in a different post)

How many is that? Ahh fuckit. Post.

yes i got my ass handed to me

you happy now? she got top 30 million. i got top, let's just say it weren't 30 million. dammit. i still suck. but it's not my fault. people kept rubbing up against me while i was trying to concentrate. do they do that to federer? in the middle of a big match, does some dude give him the butt brush? the loose left hand? the breeze by, with a little wobbly wobbly? no i don't know what that meant. the bottom line, is i lost big time. let's say double big time, to be more precise. but. again. it was other peoples' fault. also there was a bit of excitement and high anxiety at the start of the evening when the machine went all angry at us, for unclear reasons. and it decided to not give us our due ball. my co-enabler/ass-hander, who will be known as "the drink buyer (pusher is more like)," had to do a major tilt. i was just standing there moping and about to cry, like the fag i apparently am. you know, because it was over. forever? but she (and her clearly much more effective liver) snapped right into action. it was straight out of the 70s. it was awesome. we didn't know what to expect. bells and whistles going off. sirens. monkeys flying down from the rafters. headed straight for our eyeballs. surely. they do still have claws you know? but we waited. and waited. and waited. and eventually. it was back on. the sirens stopped. the bells and whistles. the embarrassment we were supposed to be feeling. the monkeys. it all went away suddenly. the ball came out. and then the beating resumed. my beating. my punishment. for sucking. big time.

total cost, including drinks, i'd say...$42
total shame, including drinks, i'd say...par

khanh 'll be pleased.

i would have to say the whole evening can pretty much be summed up like this:

quarters

guy in cap: i'll take um...how many do you have?
cute mexican girl beyond window: well you can have as many as you want, but we do take 25 cent from each roll?
gic: um...give me two then.
cmgbw: okay, you wan me to take the 50 cent from one of the rolls.
gic: sure.
cmgbw: okay. you gonna do laundry?
gic (smiling): um, pinball.
cmgbw (smiling): oh.
gic: yeah and i suck. so i need a lot.
cmgbw (smiling): next.

different times call for different crimes

people.

something different happened last night

which i will tell about eventually. soon. very soon.

i never said it was going to be easy

i thought it. sure. but i never said it.

Unmanned Drone

If you ever get shit on by a seagull, maybe you don't think they are so great. But if they shit on someone else, you might laugh and laugh like a barking dog.

Pleathers

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

"How to be minimal and repetitive without being insipid is the challenge"

ah well. if this where indeed my only challenge.

oh for heaven's sake

Out of sheer desperation, I accepted a job in Korea... but as we all know that is not really where I want to be. But I suck it up and get the gig. THEN I hear back from a school in Algeria. I follow up with them, and hope this doesn't take another 2 weeks. Apparently a visa to Algeria only requires $100, which is forthcoming from the brother. Aaarrrgh. So if I get the Algerian gig, I will cancel the Korean gig (sorry, folks) and fork over the cash. Alright. Let me make something happen somewhere interesting. Surely a North African gig will be more labor-intensive, and probably less lucrative, than a Korean gig, but......we are not really here for the $. I don't want another cruddy winter. So wheels are turning, more to come... Stay tun