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Tuesday, November 11th, 2008
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dan: lol taco bell supported yes on prop 8?
BonjourMyFriends: hahaha
BonjourMyFriends: i get my moral guidance from taco bell
BonjourMyFriends: what if the hot sauce packets started saying things like "vote yes on prop 8"
dan: that would be fucking hysterical
dan: i find it hard to believe actually
dan: because their Two Chalupa value meal is served with two of the same-type chalupas together
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Saturday, November 8th, 2008
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OK... FIRST:
What's with the McCain supporters booing everytime he says Obama's name. Do they think this is like the Red Sox versus the Yankees or something? Is Stone Cold Steve Austin going to come out and bash Obama with a chair if the crowd gets cah-razy enough? Or is it some kind of Roman gladiator battle where if enough of them give the thumbs down then Obama loses? Oh yeah, they kind of did that already -- it's called voting. If you're going to Neanderthal it up, I think McCain's concession speech is a bit late for the booing...
A little more serious:
I don't think many people in the US realize how much Obama's victory has already restored the world view of America. To me, this is the most important thing. I don't have to wait for the same god damn lecture from Europeans every time they find out I'm American. "Oh, you guys really shouldn't have voted for Bush. What were you thinking?"
I wish I had the balls to be like, "Oh yeah? Well, I shouldn't have given you that black eye either..."
"What black --"
[PUNCHED!!!!]
~~KAZAAM~~
In Bush's time in office, we went from one of the most respected -- even mythesized -- countries in the world to one of the most hated and feared. For the nearly two years I've been abroad, almost every time I had to admit that I was American to someone not from America, they spend a couple seconds examining me up and down, then ask, "so what do you think of Bush?" as if to deduce whether I was a "good" American or a "bad" American. Even if I was one of the good ones, sometimes it still didn't matter. People would give me that patronizing look like, "hey, nobody's perfect. And I actually don't really want to stand here talking with you anymore, so I'll just inch out whenever the next lull comes up." I remember being in Thailand with three Americans and a Canadian, and a group of Thai people we were just introduced to totally ignored the Americans and made a point to ask the Canadian to what degree Canada is awesome for upwards of ten minutes, until Julia got pissed off enough to storm away and I took it as my cue to join. Suddenly, though, we're respected again outside of North America and meaningless places like the Bahamas that wholly depend on our trade/tourism/military. I mean, the UK stopped making fun of how dumb we are for ten minutes. They never stop making fun of us. Even the President of fucking Iran congratulated Obama on his victory. Guess they won't be smiting us with atomic bombs then?
I kind of feel like I've been going to a shitty high school for the past few years where everyone's been a bully to everyone else for no reason, then I wake up, and ~~KAZAAM~~ I've graduated. The feel is like "I dunno what's next, but it seems like it could only get better." How the fuck could it have gotten worse?
On the downside, I'm kind of going to miss having Sarah Palin around. Her ignorance fascinates me. Six months ago I would have never fathomed that there would be a major politician who was even dumbed than George W. Bush. I love all the reports that are coming out now that the campaign aides can speak... like that she though Africa was a country (it's a fucking continent!), and that she couldn't name the countries located in North America. I have no evidence, but I would bet all of my life savings and posessions that she still struggles with "your/you're/their/they're/there". I could write eleventy gazillion essays on what is wrong with this woman, and what was even more wrong with choosing her as a potential leader -- yet I was always embarassed or felt sorry for her. Sorry to run with the school metaphor, but I was in a very ruthless Gifted class of all males, and one year they gave us this incredibly stupid teacher who only got the job because her mom was the third most important person in the school. We were incredibly mean to her, but in a weird way she simultaneously deserved it for being dumber than a bunch of smart fourth graders, but at the she didn't deserve it because she didn't choose to be dumb. Maybe I keep thinking Sarah Palin is my fourth grade gifted teacher failure, turned Vice Presidential failure.
REAL last note: I requested an absentee ballot in September or October, I never received it, BUT I immediately received a shit ton of election-related junk mail to my Hong Kong address -- so obviously it was processed. Fuck you, Florida, for your consistant disorganization and/or conspiracy which prevented me from receiving my ballot and voting.
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Tuesday, January 22nd, 2008
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Saturday, November 24th, 2007
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I'm too broken up about it to really write anything personal about Bryon here, but I would like to do something special for his funeral.
The last time I spoke with Bryon he asked me to be his manager. He was an incredibly talented musician, but he was really bad at the business end of music -- things like convincing venues who've never heard of you to give you shows and just generally dealing with the snakes who only want to make a buck off you. I told him it was basically a full-time job and that I didn't have time, but that I would help him by teaching him everything I know. I said I'd help him plan a tour as long as he did all the talking on the phone to learn from it. Were it anyone else, I probably would've left it at "I don't have time," but I truly wanted people to hear Bryon's music and the way poetry drifted out of his mouth. More importantly, I wanted to help Bryon in the thing he was born to do.
I still want to help people hear Bryon's music, both his friends and strangers. I'd like compile a sort of "Bryon Head's Greatest Hits" CD that we can give out at his funeral. I want to include everyone's favorite songs -- from The Hills, The Olde Wives, So Does Plastic, Green Velvet Chickens... all of it. I also think it would be cool and appropriate to use some stuff that maybe everyone hasn't heard yet. So to the people reading this that knew Bryon, please help me collect his songs so I can make this happen. I'm on a new computer and have just a few songs from the SDP era. Email: bonjourmyfriends@gmail.com.
I'd also like it if people who knew him could suggest a name for the CD. "Bryon Head's Greatest Hits" is not a very "Bryon" title at all.
Bryon, I'll miss you.
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Tuesday, October 2nd, 2007
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I just realized I was in Macau a year ago today.
And then I got on a ferry back to Hong Kong and watched fireworks from the Convention Center.
Oh well. Japan is soon and I'll stop in Hong Kong first.
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Thursday, September 27th, 2007
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Tonight might be my last time DJing for a while, so please come out. I gotta return this computer to Zach and get mine fixed. At the rate I'm going (over a year and a half with a non-functional computer) it might not happen too quickly. At the very least, come hang out with me because I've been couped up with homework, tests and work.
Plus Sluggo's finally got smart and started a beer buffet to compete with the Handlebar on Thursdays, so if you like getting shitty before dancing, you no longer have to show up to Sluggo's three hours late.
Astronautilus (Jacksonville hiphop), Laserhead (Gainesvile somethingorother), Psykick Dancehall, and me
For 21+, $7 for admission and beer buffet (9:30-11:30)
I don't know what admission is for under 21, but all Sluggo's shows are all ages
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Does anyone have a question they want me to ask Chingy!?
(Phone interview on Monday = LOL)
And I dare someone to tell me that this isn't the coolest music video evaaarrrr!
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I bought my ticket from Hong Kong to San Francisco today. Looks like I'll be arriving there on the afternoon of June 2 and leaving June 4 at night to arrive in Tampa the next day.
July 19 to 30 I'll be in Minnesota, hanging out with friends, camping with my family, and driving a Harley Davidson. Because I can.
And some pictures from Saturday. I don't know why I'm posting these, and not the 10,000 other pictures I have of my life here.
The guy in the mega-tights is one of my boxing coaches.
( Pictuuuuures )
A pensive piss in the South China Sea.
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Thursday, April 12th, 2007
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I'm going to live in my parents home in Crystal River when I get back at the end of May. I have a lot of reasons for this. I've changed my summer plans about a thousand times so far, but I'm pretty sure this is what I'm sticking with.
+ I miss my folks. My parents are getting older and I want to be there to help around the house at least one more time before I get out in the real working world. Crazy as it sounds, I miss stuff like mowing the lawn with my headphones on full blast.
+ I feel like living in Pensacola will give me an excuse to be drunk all the time and mope about not being in Hong Kong.
+ I need Momma's home cooking!
+ I need to concentrate on saving money, and that's hard to do when you pay rent and live with friends.
+ I also want to concentrate on regaining some lost talents. It's a damn shame that I was once a child piano prodigy and now I can barely fumble around on the keys. I may even take piano lessons again if I can find a good teacher and the time. I think Bryon Head's still in town, and I'd like to jam with him on the guitar and accordion.
+ I want to pick up some new abilities, especially cooking. I'd like to get a job bartending, especially at a place like Plantation Inn ($$$), if someone will train me.
+ I want to be able to take out my boat and relax, and go fishing (i.e. - drinking) with Dad. Also, scallop season (perhaps the best time to live in Crystal River) is from July to September, and I've finally decided I like the tasty little mollusk.
+ I have a guest bedroom, and anyone can visit whenever they want. Maybe I can arrage a big party/sleepover at my house for the week of the 4th of July -- (1) snorkeling for scallops, (2) fireworks, (3) my birthday on July 9th. We have a swimming pool, a pool table, about 300 DVDs, and all kinds of stuff just asking to be destroyed by my friends.
+ Woods. Caves. River. Rock quarry. Abandoned buildings. I could go on...
+ I can sleep on a bed -- not a floor like Pensacola, and not a piece of plywood like Hong Kong.
+ Crystal River is about halfway between Pensacola and Miami (which I now have a huge interest in), and also not far from my friends in Tallahassee, Gainesville and Tampa. Of course I will move around and visit people as long as I'm making money and taking my online class(es).
Also, I'm thinking about flying from Fort Lauderdale to Jamaica ($142) or the Domincan Republic ($180) sometime in the summer.
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My first interview was tonight, with DJ Jamaster A, also known as Alex. He's the creator of "oriental trance," a mixture between euphoric trance and traditional Asian instruments and sounds. I'm not big on euphoric trance (kind of the poppiest and least experimental branch of trance music), but I give this guy a lot of credit for DJing onstage alongside a master of the traditional guzheng instrument in front of 200,000 people.
Anyways, we went to a private club he's a member of, and I had brought Julia to tag along because we had just finished eating dinner in the area. The interview lasted 20 minutes, and turned out fine, and then two hours of talking about whatever and becoming friends. It ended with Alex asking Julia to be his manager.
I am so torn between wanting to stay here with all these endless possibilities and going back to Pensacola to finish school. I know, of course, that I'm going back to Pensacola. But man, I'm going to be so bored. I've been talking a lot to my UWF friend Kenji, who is studying abroad in Tokyo now, and often finding we've had the same feelings about similar things that we've done.
Having these mirroring experiences is special. I know that when I go back to UWF, I don't think I'll be able to convey to anybody how I feel about life and the world now. I'm sure you know kinda what I'm talking about. The East has opened my eyes wide. In a way, although I'm excited to see my friends, I dread that I'm going to get anxious quick and feel stuck. That's awesome that you fell in love with Hong Kong and are planning on moving there after school. Not many people from the Crystal River got to experince what you have (or the States in general). I used to have a blurry idea of what my future looked like but now I'm totally clueless.
Having ambitions in Pensacola was easy. You could play in a band, or make some temporary money as a waiter, or you could throw great parties, or you could concentrate on finishing school and start walking on that 40-year treadmill towards "success." Coming here threw all that into the wind. There are a million more possibilities now, and like Julia found out tonight, they very often fall right into your lap.
It should make things easier, but it doesn't.
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Wednesday, April 4th, 2007
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I had two really cool dreams the other night.
In the first one, I was swimming with two friends at Pensacola Beach in pretty deep water when I suddenly saw a shark fin appear and start coming directly towards me. One of my asshole friends dunked my head underwater and I thought, "aww man," as I always do when I'm about to die or get in an accident. But instead of being eaten alive, I punched the shark right in his face as he was about to bite me and, of course, he died. Then I woke up, pondered how bad ass I was while I went to the bathroom, and went back to sleep.
In the second one, I ate a bunch of fatty American food covered in cheese and ranch dressing. Damn. That shit was good.
And to the asshole who dunked me, don't think you're off the hook. Once I find out who did it, you're next.
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A Crystal River wedding
with people from my high school:
Thanks, Facebook.
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Thursday, March 29th, 2007
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Does anyone else find it funny that my recent LJ comments to get the most responses by far are about (1) weight loss and (2) homosexiness?
DISCUSS.
And for all my helpful advisors and anorexics, here is an update on the weight situation:
Currently: 149.5 lbs (67.8 kg)
Goal: 145.4 lbs (66 kg)
11 days remain so I gotta turn it up a notch. Not too shabby, considering I was about 155 lbs (70 kg) less than a month ago. Another helpful tip I got from a co-worker was "don't eat anything after 6:00 pm." BUT WHAT ABOUT MY SNACKS?
And for those interested in the other topic, here's your update:
Currently: Not gay
Goal: Remain not gay
Prospects look good on this one.
Final update:
I am definitely coming home in May or June to take late summer classes at UWF and earn money, with the long-term (ie - after graduation) goal of returning to Asia.
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Tuesday, March 20th, 2007
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My first writing assignment: Learning how to salsa dance!
Salsa dancing is huge in Hong Kong for reasons unknown to all. I have to go to seven different salsa lessons, one for each night of the week. I've got to take salsa lessons there, be judged by the teacher on my skills, and -- as most of the lessons take place in bars or restaurants -- I have to sample a signature dish or coctail from each place and review it. Tough, but somebody's gotta do it.
The other thing I have to do is go to their electro party on Thursday, hand out Adidas gift bags at the door, then drink and dance -- the exact same thing I was planning to do on Thursday, minus standing at the door with gift bags, which I view as a way to greet everyone at the door with some cheesy remark like "enjoy your gift bag and enjoy life!"
Basically there is a calendar in the office with a different hip thing going on every night of the month. You pick what you want to do for the night, then write about it. You can choose your own stuff not that's not on the calendar too. Dominique, the editor, made it sound like I can do pretty much whatever I want, whenever I want, as long as I don't get too lazy. "I'm not really going to assign you anything unless we're doing a feature and we need your help. Just write about things that interest you. You're going to get out exactly what you put in." After a thirty minute semi-serious interview, I walked back into the main office and the owner said, "I hope you like to party..."
What a job. It really blows my mind that my experience in Hong Kong is still getting better all the time.
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Wednesday, February 28th, 2007
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I'm applying for a multiple entry visa for Mainland China so I can go there whenever I want. To do this, you have to be doing business in China -- a tourist cannot have a multiple entry visa.
The name of my business?
Vandelay Industries. I'm an importer-exporter.
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Monday, February 19th, 2007
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Happy Chinese New Year. I've been walking around with my video camera for two consecutive days getting lots of awesome footage of Hong Kong and the celebrations.
I rode in an ambulance with the lights and sirens on through the middle of the New Years parade last night. Pretty wild!
Today I'm going to a little island called Cheung Chau, where the only transportation is boats and bicycles. I'm going to look for pirate treasures in a cave. Supposedly it's haunted. Ooooooohhhh.
Later tonight I'm going to watch the fireworks display over Victoria Harbour, with an awesome view from my friend's apartment. Fireworks in China make 4th of July fireworks look like a birthday candle.
When you're young you find inspiration
In anyone who's ever gone
And opened up a closing door
She said: we were never feeling bored
When I went I left from the station
With a haversack and some trepidation
Someone said: if youre not careful
You'll have nothing left and nothing to care for
In the nineteen-seventies
But I sat back and looking forward
My shoes were high and I had scored
I'd bolted through a closing door
I would never find myself feeling bored
- Pet Shop Boyeeez
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Wednesday, February 7th, 2007
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I've been listening to this band The Teenagers for days. A couple of their better songs have a gloomy early 80's sound to them like Siouxsie & the Banshees or Death in June or something, others are poppy, but they usually have lighthearted lyrics. This is one particular gem that has been cracking me up for some time.
Download: The Teenagers - Homecoming.mp3
[male]
last week, i flew to san diego to see my auntie.
on day one, i met her hot step-daughter.
she's a cheerleader, she's a virgin, and she's really tan.
as she stepped out of her massive car,
i could only notice she was more than fuckable.
i think she was coming back from the game or something,
'cause she was holding those silly pom-poms.
one day two, i fucked her, and it was wild.
she's such a slut.
[chorus]
[male]
i fucked my american cunt
[female]
i love my english romance
[male]
it was dirty, a dream came true
just like i like it, she's got nice tits
[female]
it was perfect, a dream came true
just like a song i've been wanting to
[female]
ok, listen girls:
i met the hottest guy ever.
basically, as i was stepping out of my suv,
i came face to face with my step-cousin or whatever, who cares?
anyway, he was wearing skinny jeans, had funky hair
and the cutest british accent ever.
straight away, i could tell he was rocker
from his sexy attitutde and the way he looked at me.
mmmmmm, he is totally awesome.
oh my god,
i think i'm in love.
[chorus]
[male]
i fucked my american cunt
[female]
i love my english romance
[male]
it was dirty, a dream came true
just like i like it, she's got nice tits
[female]
it was perfect, a dream came true
just like a song i've been wanting to
[male]
it was so nice to meet you
[female]
the pleasure was all mine
i do like you
come to cancun for spring break
[male]
i'll think about it
it could be great
[female]
and don't forget to send me a friend request
[male]
as if
The Teenagers Myspace (Fuck Nicole is a great song.)
The Teenagers Remix Myspace (The Scanners remix is great, The Lo-Fi-FNK remix is alright, the other two are crap.)
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Monday, January 1st, 2007
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I haven't been able to get online because of an Earthquake in Taiwan knocking out the Pacific internet cables.
Everything is perfect. I'm in Thailand. I just danced for 24 consecutive hours, and that is not an exaggeration. I haven't paid for a hotel/hostel in four days -- either sleeping in the woods, or poolside at some resort I'm not staying at, or not sleeping at all.
Happy New Years.
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crushed.
nostalgic.