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time for the annual blog post! this one coming in live from Brisbane, Queensland, Down Undah. hate leaving wifey, love paid travel. jetstar serves it up with class, aussie accents, smooth flying, and the guise of low fares. extra charge for bags, entertainment, food, and seats. ain't my dime, but damn. the digs. larger than the spot back in the J, with almost a full size stove. rental

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don't know much about occupying shit for sure. certainly feel like i was born into the richest percentage of the world. i'll most likely stay there, employed or not. i'm also fairly certain that i won't head to some sweet spacious park in new york with my fancy fucking computer in my fancy fucking toyota to complain about some dude having a ferrari. i haven't seen a complete list of countries

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upon arrival in this wonderful, heathen land, i didn't have much of what one might consider "work". sure i had my hands full exploring new places and learning how to communicate in the local fashion and all, but nobody was paying me to do so. the gainful employment started tricklin' in after much ado, and the momentum gathered gradually. not being the type to say no, one day earlier this year i

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home via Rascal Flats: 00:35.43 snot rocket accuracy report: left nostril - ↑30% right nostril - still unable to maintain control radiation ingested exhaust-style: 30-40 micro-roentgens mullet flare: in full effect a view from the ride in via The Warehouse District. the wind's relentless refusal to obey the forecast combined with a stylish lack of tights keeps the v-tine's day calories*

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today was my first ride of any considerable distance at speed in well over seven months. suppose i'm not exactly in what one might call peak physical condition. lucky for me, rides like a dream. hauled ass right up the gut o' this goddamn town. made the gym in just about 38 minutes, in time for the 10 am line to get in the door. gym hours here don't necessarily cater to the busy lifestyle, and in

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the streets of Kobe aren't necessarily suited to riding sleek, sexy machines as fast as humanly possible at all times. most of them are fairly narrow, with no grid system to speak of here in the 'burbs. it seems that most folk use bicycles for commuting to the station, hauling groceries and children and other such niceties. more concerned with personal safety than speed records, most stick to the

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this morning (J time) one of my greatest friends ever landed safely in God's country, returning to a jetlagged reality. things here are a bit quieter now. for the past week, however, i'm proud to say that we together enjoyed some of the most exciting, surreal moments of my life. being the first of my peeps from home to pay a visit (eh-hem...), i felt it was a good gauge of how accustomed i've

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i've learned vast amounts in the past 29 years, that's for goddamn sure. still, there seem to be some simple things that i just can't get my head around. for example, i can't walk for more than 10-12 months without spraining an ankle or two. if y'all remember correctly, the last one mentioned on this'n here blow-gauge took place in cambodia (glass ankles), at the most famous o' wats. since then

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bloggin's pretty far off the radar these days. however, i do so often get the notion. i'm hoping to get back into the groove. here goes a new layout n' some photes: this is what it's all about. THE TRAIN. it works well here. sweet ass view of my sweet ass town.  there's this bridge with a glass bottomed floor that you can walk on. although a bit sketchy, i took solace in the thought that

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I love watching J street news. It let's me know that there is definitely some shit happening. Somewhere. I think most of it's in japan. Today there are mad flash floods and landslides and shit, most definitely results of the recent flurry of sweet sweaty storms.Sat on the balcony in my draws last night until umbrella-san damn near flipped wrongways. Needless to say, I love me some heavy

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yesterday marked the last of a string of national holidays. all of my students, upon interrogation, didn't much care what the holidays were, only that they were in fact days off of work. this is a common phenomenon with most holidays here, well reflecting the national workoholic attitude. for those interested, in succession, it went: 4/29 - previous emperor's birthday (the current's is also

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comin at ya live, mid-hiroshima trip, with a quick update:i've decided that i'll never stay in another hotel again, so long as there's an internet cafe nearby. for about $20, you get 9 hours in this sweet little booth with a bean bag chair, computer, pillows, and blankets. all the dvds you can watch, cheap showers, and unlimited soft-serve and whiskey and coke. ok, you have to provide the whiskey

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before making my home the J, i had but three images of this long, skinny place. Samurai, Sushi, and Sumo. sushi is old news at best, as i easily ate it more often in God's Country than here it's native land. samurai are quite hard to come by these days, although i did see a bunch of dudes dressed like ninjas during my last visit to himeji castle. thus, of my cultural japanese experiences was left

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these folk are present in japan's entire history. we've all seen numerous tales of this culture, with the Ghosts lurking in dark alleyways, treading carefully on rooftops, and crouching in the shadows. often dressed in dark clothing head to toe, they seemed to effortlessly blend in to their surroundings, cleverly going unnoticed by the general public. even in modern japan, i sometimes catch a

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yesterday i found myself febreezing the sink. immediately after keeling over with laughter in my tiny-ass kitchen, i thought it might be nice to share with you some of my more amusing recent habits. after all, the single life reveals some incredibly cuttable corners. 1. laundry. i've effectively separated my apparel into three, convenient categories. the first, and most troublesome, includes

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i have so many f'ing jobs, the hardest part is keeping them straight. i simply couldn't do it without horace! little guy's like a second brain. my latest gig is perhaps the most interesting yet. i landed a job commentating soccer matches for the local J1 (professional) team, Vissel Kobe. maybe not as exciting as it first sounds... i don't sit in a booth, wear a tie, or have my ticket paid for.

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'eem recalls a silly semantic status. back in 'eem's day, the age old "got him" was for a time cleverly and deliberately mispronounced "got 'eem" by 'eem of high social standing. this catchy phrase was generally employed immediately post-prank. quite annoyed by this ridiculous mutation of middle-class american english, 'eem and 'eem's main man collectively decided that "him" should best not

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1. Forget to bring something, ideally the only thing you were asked to present. 2. Forget the meeting time. Instead, arrive an hour early. 3. Find holes in your "sweet" pants moments before the arranged (and forgotten) meeting time. 4. Get uncomfortably high on caffiene whilst killing the aforementioned blown hour. By following these simple steps, you'll operate with a relaxed, "fuck it"

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the other day i taught the same class of japanese children what hosted my debut as a babysitter children's english teacher. i remember the first time, i was completely unprepared, and ran out of activities after five minutes. there were bloody noses, kids climbing out of windows, and others picking my pocket. absolutely no control. this time, there was no struggle, and i actually enjoyed it

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As if being incessantly hunted And devoured wasn't enough, squid in the J are now being persecuted for common daily behaviors. They can't get cell phone contracts from any of the major providers, their mp3 downloads are restricted, and the sign on vending machines clearly reads "no Cephalopods allowed." Honestly, it's absolute madness! Surely they'd steer clear if it weren't for the relatively

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in them early college days, i tended not to study so much. mostly i would socialize, reconcile my existence, and watch movies. the latter was absolutely most prevalent sophomore year. there was this place called movie gallery right down by sheetzes that had something like "two-for-tuesday". you could rent as many VHS' as you wanted for half a dollar a piece and keep them until the following

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here i am, a native of one of the richest countries in the world, currently residing in another of the richest countries in the world. it's been well over a year since i could claim full-time employment, yet i feel incredibly comfortable. moreover, i figure i'll most likely remain comfortable until i'm dead. this thought occurred to me the other day at this fancy gym, whilst using the fancy water

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japan. the J. land of the rising sun. also notable for it's sake, sumo wrestlers, delicious raw animals, and strongly recommended public silence. it's generally unacceptable to use your outside voice here while sober (unless you're safely confined inside of a building, and you're in the company of good friends). this rule seems incredibly out of place, as the noise pollution is unlike anything

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I'm having a bit o' difficulty finding inspiration these days, and feel I must truly apologize to anyone who still checks this wasted space found somewhere on google's servers. I've been attempting to blog about something sweet for a few days now, but the words just won't come. Suppose I'll try a bit harder... Stay tuned. Or don't. I can't promise anything.

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