03 August 2008

My few days on Maui have provided amble opportunities to converse with various self-proclaimed hippies. I really learned a lot from them and look forward to future contact with their kind.

Calvin, a man claiming to be the offspring of Def Leppard, when talking about the Oklahoma City bombing remembered things like this: "What was that dude's name again? Deuchebag McDeuchebag? Wayne, man, do you got any herb, bro?" Here on Maui there are a lot of bros. There are also a lot of puka shells.

John, a 51-year-old swinging by the end of his rope, made this comment upon seeing two fairly attractive girls walking on the beach: "Listen, Wayne, you really gotta get yourself a B-otch - I like saying B-otch, it just makes sense." And right now you're wondering "was he saying 'B-otch' or the other word?" and, as it turns out, he was saying B-otch, otherwise it wouldn't make sense.


31 July 2008

traveling space and time



Flying long distance on an airplane can leave a kid like me a little disoriented. Maybe it's the meals served at odd hours, maybe it's the seeming sterility of the plane's interior, maybe it's the awful films they play, or maybe it's the plane's ability to break out of the terrestrial headlock, provide staff that can ask me if I want coffee in more languages than I can understand, and then deposit me somewhere in a previously seen hour.

30 July 2008



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26 July 2008

When I left for Asia many of my family and friends inquired as to my intentions with the women of Asia. Are you going to bring back a wife? they would ask.

As I'm preparing to leave Thailand for the States I am surprised to find I'm often asked, mostly by middle aged Thai women, whether or not I'll be taking my Thai girlfriend home with me.

I suppose I could.

china flashback #1


muslim chinese food (featured on the green board in the upper lefthand corner) could be the best in all of china. so there i was looking forward to eating some when this yung fellow whips out his phone - a phone twinkling with more blinking lights than even LAX probably - selects a song, turns the volume up to "ridiculously loud and distorted," takes a drag on his cigarette, and then bursts forth in what i understood to be completely sincere, heartfelt song. i thought he might be crying. no one else in the restaurant seemed to notice or care.

15 July 2008

body hair pt. II

My trip from Vang Vieng down to Vientiane took place in the back of a crowed truck, but two men up near the cab weren't being crowded. I'm not sure why, but a young lady sitting next to them was really pushing the lady sitting between us hard up against me and I was trying to subtly push back because to the other side of me was a fellow with no legs and I figured he'd probably had enough of being crowed to last a handful of lifetimes. The lady getting sandwiched eventually ended up preferring the bed of the truck, where she sat hunched over a barf bag, and within seconds the younger lady who was doing all the pushing ended up scooting right up next to me making the gap between her and the men even more painfully obvious.

I don't really know what to say except that when the young lady got off at her stop I ended up next to the men, who both took turns touching my arm and leg hair.

09 July 2008


My brother just posted 5 essential albums on his blog. I was pleased to see Lee Hazlewood had a spot. This is a picture of Stuart A. Staples, the living expression of Lee's sad side. He sings sad songs to make us happy, because human beings really enjoy sadness.