Tuesday, May 30, 2017

sweet sweet nostalgia

oh man, and when the box finally comes and the teacher passes out your bundle of books. 

...Calvin and Hobbes, Garfield, r.l.stein, maniac McGhee, the giver, my side of the mountain...

Friday, May 12, 2017

adulting

my first dry cleaning.

me = adult

Sunday, May 7, 2017

see that HNL? a f'ing yoga room.

spotted at SFO Terminal 3

seize the means of early boarding!

group 5 rise up! seize the means of overhead bin space! throw off the yoke of group one repression.

S.F. 2017 Leftover Thoughts

San Francisco is still the only city I would willingly leave Hawaii for.  I've grown to love this city.  when I'm not here, I'm waiting for an excuse to return . I think about this place and the possibilities the way a high school boy dreams about his crush.


but Hawaii is warmth and home and true love.


give me the Mongolian steppes and a lifetime to walk across it, or give me a prison cell.


pic of the trip:

S.F. May 2017 3

Thursday, May 4, 2017

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

m4w

seeking anonymous oral

Friday, March 24, 2017

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Monday, March 20, 2017

time dilation

this trip was 7 days, essentially.  but it feels so much longer  than that. 

manic coffee & tea caffeine euphoria coupled with exhausted ennui also distort the perception of time. 

other people's bathrooms

the strangest thing about travelling to far away places isn't the pig parts hanging on hooks in street front butchery shops, nor the maze of new streets,  nor the faces that all look the same in their strangeness, but rather the little different things in the house your are staying at; using the shower, flushing the toilet, how they supply clean drinking water, their family dinner modus operandi, etc....

Curse grannies

beneath an underpass in Hong Kong you can find a group of old Chinese ladies who will curse anyone you want for a small fee.  they'll burn the piece of paper with the target's name and light incense and do hand gestures. 


the weird part is when they slap the name paper with a shoe.  the pak pak pak sounds of the shoe, or slipper, echo under the concrete.