Monday, December 20, 2010
Korea
Weather is great here, not that I am officially here. One day I will actually be where I am.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
pic unrelated
My memory is unreliable; and when I try to keep track of the events of my life, to supplement my malfunctioning brain, I'm always thwarted. There's the two journals back home that didn't make it with me here to Korea; and then, there's the new one I got that somehow got covered in detergent.
I guess I'll just spill it out here like the self-serving attention seeker I am. Whatever.
In any case, East Asia is my current concern. Women are a nagging thorn in the back of my mind.
And I never got to wear a linen sport coat this summer. So disappointed.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Fighting friggin Irish
in my company's mission to produce the world's greatest leaders, they have procured the most talented, experienced, and battle-hardened instructors in existence (still waiting for the time-machine to come on-line).
This one in particular is a 70+ year old Irishmen. Let that sink in. Their ancestors wer murdered, displaced, and their homelands turned into golf courses. Then their food crop turned to waste. They come to America and fight in every war America has fought. This man fought in Vietnam, watched saw his buddy take a bullet to the head coming into a landing zone in the battle portrayed in We Were Soldiers. Normally, battalions don't take on a Division. 4 to 1 odds in somebody else's backyard isn't on my wishlist.
He just lit up a Pall Mall and did his thing.
They dug up this fossil to teach us about leadership; how to take care of our soldiers, to bloody our hands in life, and to take care of ourselves. Hard to to take of your someone else's sons and daughters when you can't take of yourself.
This man's lady ,who heplans on taking to the beach next summer for their 50th wedding anniversary, finally got him down to 3 packs of cigarettes a day. He's been smoking longer than he's been married.
This guy serious'd up his sons when hardline drugs started hitting the streets in the 70's and 80's. He made each of his sons dig a 6 ft grave in the backyard (a metric fuck-ton of digging). "I'll shoot you and bury you my bloody self if ya bring any o' them damn drugs home for disgracing the family."
The 3 sons turned out to be: a physicist/engineer, a professional bull-rider, and an Army Ranger. Fuck.
"Irish car bomb? We just call it a bomb. But I don't need any beer to drink my whiskey. And Guinness is drank at room temperature. Cold beer is for sissy-babies."
And as he began this class with a 5 minute long poem on the hellfire and brimstone of THE Red White and Blue, I shat out any notion of not being a leader in America's armed forces.
"Soldiers will die even when you do everything right. One day, you will have to write that letter home to someone's mother, and she will say 'Damn you to hell! Why do you come back, but send my son home in a box?'
"Charlie died that day in the Ia Drang Valley. A few days back, my lady and I went to visit Charlie's mother. One of Charlie's twin boys was there, grown and still living at home. He said,'I wanna show you my dad.' And there above the mantle was a framed letter that some 32 year old boy from Georgia, our commander, that he wrote home to Charlie's wife. I ain't no sissy baby, but I cried"
-you can't have a family and stay late every day in military. Wake up early so you can come home early to your family. example:
-"Daddy, mom says you make about $14 an hour"
"that sounds about right, yeah" she pulls out sock from under a bed, dumping change all over
the bed"Daddy, can I buy an hour of your time so we can spend some time together?"
-the greatest gift you can give one of your soldiers isn't a 3-day pass. Write that man/woman a letter. You think he won't take it home to his parents and show them how his military cares about him?
-when you go home on leave, the first thing you want to do us ditch your uniform. But, your parents have every right to show you off. Put on your dress uniform and let them take you out to dinner, to church. Let them be proud of you.
And now I feel just a little better about leading soldiers. Thanks to the sergeant his troops called "The Blade"
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Take a look at your playlists. Michael Jackson and Jim Dickinson, died in the past year. How many in your lifetime? Many of them you never knew until after they died. Freddy Mercury, Kurt Cobain, John Lennon to name a few. I wonder if your kids will ask you about them only to tell them, "no, we can't go see them in concert, Billy, go watch Sesame Street," only to realize Jim Henson died around the time you yourself were celebrating your 5th birthday, eating your Batman cake and taking your new Big-Wheel for a ride in front of that cute girl's house.
Each generation must face the hurdles of aging like your parents before you. Neverland can't always be Peter Pan's ageless paradise in those old Disney VHS tapes. We will grow old. We will witness our friends and family die around us.
My great grandparents lived next door to me growing up. How is my mom supposed to comfort me, knowing the next house over is empty. I can't go over and make PB&J's with Granddad anymore. No more old man to give me orange wedge shaped candies.
Persistence of memory is more than a trippy Dali painting. We, with our healthy minds and bodies, how do we cope with Alzheimers; your father and his defective heart, robbing his brain of oxygen and 47 years of growth. Your 18th birthday with your father in rehab, learning to walk again and trying to explain to him that his mother died 5 years ago.
How do you convince someone, anyone, that they cannot have those memories again? Sorry dad, sorry you will never know again the last breathes of your mother, even though you were there. Do you feel sorry for him? Maybe you feel happy that at least he didn't see the doctors take her off life support.
But you were there, pumping his chest, breathing for him when he couldn't breathe, his face the color of the dark blue that trails the sun into the night, seeing your mother argue with the doctors for one more day. One more day to beg your husband, your children's father, to come out of a coma. One last day to fight Death, to rob Death of his bounty.
He came through. Some people are granted second chances. Others are left with what impression they left on the sands of life. We can't all leave footprints on the moon. The winds move a little more swiftly on our little rock.
Live, damn it, live.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Leftovers
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Supermax
There's nothing safe about ripping off hairs and layers of epidermis by low-rent
face blades.
To make matters worse, after I rinsed off the raw remnants of my face,
I grabbed a wet, mildewed rag to get the excess shaving cream off
What I have now is a defenseless peace of land being invaded by fungal hordes.
I can only pray that princess toadstool will not turn my face into a tributary of the mushroom
kingdom. I feel like I just got slapped in the face with a rusty cheese grater, except there's no
fresh parmesan for my pasta tonight.
I'm investing in a real man's razor. That's right: a Sweeney Todd, Ginzu, slice-and-dice, Hattori Hanzo, +5 morale face blade. Eat shit and die, Shick Supermax.
Supermax, must be the kind of razors they give the inmates in Supermax prisons. But really, even if they were convicted of bombing WTC, leaders of the Gangsta Deciples, Unibombers, or Enron CFO's, I still wouldn't wish these unconstitional weedwackers to shave with.
Ya'll be good now.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
it was a simpler place in time
Names, places, and heads of religion have been changed to protect them from
someone posting about it 2 years later.....
Maya
you aint nuttin but a hoochie mama
22:48Boss Coffee
this hoochie mama got more men droppin dimes
on it
22:48Maya
hahahahahahaha
hows it goin
22:49Boss Coffee
good
officially army now
22:50Maya
YAY
you making monies
22:51Boss Coffee
not till end of march
22:51Maya
so are they ever shipping ur ass over to medieval rome to fight the giant hello kitty monsters in the name of the great USA
22:51Boss Coffee
makin negative moniies
22:52Maya
hahaha
22:52Boss Coffee
yeah, they gave me a godzilla suit and a rebel flag.
22:52Maya
hahahahahahahahah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
22:52Boss Coffee
gonna reverse medieval Rome's negative population growth
1/3 of Medieval Rome's marriages are sexless. say whut.
22:52Maya
damn
i can see that...my research advisor is medieval Roman...and she left her husband to live with her cat
lol
22:53Boss Coffee
Hegesippus
?
22:54Maya
She is a chemist and her name is Dr.Marcus Aurelius.....shes fucking nuts
lol
22:54Boss Coffee
she cute?
22:54Maya
very
shes 40 though...but she looks 20
22:54Boss Coffee
on it
gonna "audit" her class........
22:54Maya
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/94/Sanzio_01.jpg 22:55Boss Coffee
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Council_of_Trent
22:55Maya
WTF ??? lol lmao
22:55Boss Coffee
this is sad: my medieval roman teacher thought i was so cool cuz i ate an apple with my hand, ya know
like all country boys do? medieval roman men most be lacking or some shit if thats cool
22:56Maya
hahaha
clearly
dr aurelius thought skittles where really fruit flavored ......she was disappointed
lol
22:56Boss Coffee
yo teacher got implants
22:56Maya
I think
lol
she acts like an renaissance fresco character its bizarre
22:59Boss Coffee
haha
haha
so here;s my penthouse story
...
23:00Maya
wha? lol
23:00Boss Coffee
over at one of my medieval roman teacher's apartment
i think I had just taken her out to see gladiatora munera
medieval romans love cowboy movies, and hate that bitch from the Punic Wars as much as I do
23:01Maya
hahaha
did u bang her
lol
23:02Boss Coffee
we may have even just gone to the Forum Romanum for margaritas and sexy dessert
So we're back at here palce
don;t ruin it Maya....
23:02Maya
hahahaha
23:02Boss Coffee
for some reason, we get to talking about porn
not crazy medieval roman fetish rape boarium plebian kind
23:02Maya
hahahah..the kind u watch
23:03Boss Coffee
so, she says she;s never seen visigoth porn before
asks me if i can bring some over
i'm shit my pants and cum on my Titus Flamininus boxers that my mom got me for my 22nd birthday
23:04Maya
hahahahaha
WTF
lol
23:04Boss Coffee
next thing I know, and I don;t know what I said or what mythical game I was exuding
but I was kissing on the philosopher's neck
23:05Maya
lol
then.....you woke up
lol
hahahahahahahahahahaahhahahahah
23:05Boss Coffee
next thing I know, the fucking sun is rising, not to be comically interfused with puns about the land of Romulus
and we're still making out
23:05Maya
lol
Boss Coffee, u got to second with ur prof
lol
damn
23:06Boss Coffee
that up till dawn make out shit has only happened with her and my friend's 18 year old hot freshman ass sister
23:06Maya
lol
23:06Boss Coffee
she wouldn;t let me get my hands down her pants
she's classy