100km

I have promised my running app that I will run 100km this month.  I'm well on my way.  I have also promised my old boss Stacey that I would lose 20.8lbs by May 1.  I'm...so-so on my way.  I'm not one for keeping promises, however, so I've turned into someone who doesn't make them.

That's all.  I just wanted to see if this still works.

Drink the seed of your lover.

-LS^2

Boyz II Men

I will be leaving Asia in about 7 weeks.  Please don't forget that I'm not leavin' you for good (I'm not leavin' you for bad, neither).

I'll miss the ease, the money, the sex, the comfort, the sex, the apartment, the opportunity, the natural beauty and probably the sex the most.  But none of these are reasons to stay.  Not if I have any higher hopes for myself.  It's a snowglobe.  For some people, that's enough.  And for many more...well, my assessment is just wrong.

So off I go, into the wild Pacific Northwest Yonder.

Muaw.

-LS^2

Spazz

When I was 15, I saw my 2nd grade music teacher buying a gallon of vodka.

"Teachers drink?" I thought.  Now that I'm a teacher, it's a wonder I didn't see it more often.

Kids are unhinged ammunition being shot out of an invisible cannon.  So that's somethin' to deal with on a daily basis.  My K3 kids are great.  Sweet, smart, fun, engaging.  My K2 kids are drunk (I think).  And they're drunks like I'm a drunk: do some overly selfish and aggressive shit, then go in for the hug.

But that's fine.  That's life.

I need to get out more.  Leave the house when I have free time.  I stay home a lot because it's a long walk to civilization (okay, 15 minutes), and even then, the civilization in my neighborhood is mostly just street food.  That's not a complaint, but some insight into why I'm not burning the midnight oil tearing up the streets.

But I should get out more.

I'm taking Chinese lessons and eating food and sleeping and watching the creepiest shit I can find on YouTube and hiking on the weekends.

I stink right now, as if I've been jogging for days without a shower.  But I haven't.  What's the deal here?

I don't like my current haircut.  But it's hard to convey the idea of a fade to Asian stylists.

I'm gonna go have a cigarette.

-LS^2

P.S. Liberty Larsen

Just make me look like him, lady!

Have you seen my dick?

Gotta have confidence in somethin' in this world...

How Did We End Up Like This?

I'm a Kindergarten teacher.  How the hell did that happen?

At this time in 2000, I was listening to John Frusciante and Ween everyday, buying pills from Daniel, spending my nights wandering the Ped Mall in Iowa City looking for people more troubled than I'd ever been in hopes of becoming more troubled than they'd ever been.  Thankfully, that never happened.  But I tried.  I really did.

At this time in 2006, I was a freshy fresh in Los Angeles, hoping to 'make it' as an actor in Hollywood.  I had no idea how to go about that, but luckily I was with a solid support group of people whose idea was only slightly better than mine.  Daniel became Herman, pills became drinks and baggies, but the intent was still the same: get somewhere bad.  While trying to be something legendary.

At this time in 2012, I was in Iowa awaiting my departure to Jeomchon, South Korea to start this whole Teacher thang.  I thought it'd just be a year.  I still don't know how that turned into my present.

I'm good with kids.  I'm great with kids.  But I feel about myself the way I felt about Morgan Freeman in Lean On Me, when it went to the '20 Years Later' scene.  He was the HNIC at the local high school, but his radicalism got him thrown out of his school, and now he was principalling a local elementary.  Benson told him that this wasn't what he was made for.

I've had plenty of Bensons.  But I've also been stubborn.

So I sit here tonight, off my first day of teaching, and I'm thinking "How did this happen?"  Not in a bad way.  At least, not in a totally bad way.  But I'm looking at myself, my thoughts on my legacy and my destiny, my passions, my paths, my past, and I'm wondering what I'm really doing.

I don't have any answers at the moment.  Or maybe I do, but I don't care to face them right now.  For now, I just choose to sleep off the soju and step it up for tomorrow.

Kids on kids on kids...

Older and older,
-LS^2

I was worried he wouldn't be stoked
about my surprise arrival in San Fran.

What I've chosen.  But fuck, they're adorable.
What will they be like in 2029?

Self-Portrait.

Doing what I love: wearing snails.

Your resident Homeboy.

Part of the campus.  Damn pretty.

Callie and Joanna.  They're gonna be great.

GOLGA.

Spiral Staircase

Lex plays music when he wakes up.  He doesn't play it quietly, and he doesn't not sing along.  Lately it's been some song by Sting about how he's Jesus Christ.  But once when he stayed with me in Los Angeles, he played More Today Than Yesterday.  It was eye-opening because a) I never knew the lyrics to the song (not that they're anything profound) and b) I always thought it was sung by a woman.  But now when I hear that song, I think of Lex.  And now that I live alone, I, too, can play music with reckless abandon in the morning.

So today, I give you More Today Than Yesterday by Spiral Staircase (I couldn't figure out how to embed it).

Enjoy with ever fiber of your bran muffin.

First day today.  Peace out, y'all.

-LS^2

Return of the King

"Trim the yards and ring the bells,
Daddy's comin' home!
Tie a ribbon and scream like hell,
Mama, I'm'a hold you!
I've been away for way too long,
I haven't forgot a thing..."

Forget the life to which you became accustomed, all Lucas-free and without Lucas and everything-you-ever-wanted-save-for-Lucas, because it's over.  It's gone.  That's your past.

I'm your future now.

It's Sunday morning.  Real easy like.  And I'm in Taipei, Taiwan, livin' here once again.  My apartment is big and dope, my job is fairly close, and in a few short months, the weather will border on bearable.

It's been a spell.  Since we last spoke, I lived out a year in Los Angeles with Lex, bounced over for a year in China and returned to the island in good faith and spirits.  I don't have any social media existence (for now), but I like to spout off to the choir.  And you, my Babies, my Choir, are all the richer for it.  I spent some time in San Fran with my cousins and my Brother, too, which was quite the experience.  I always dreamed of seeing Marco backdropped by the Pacific, and I finally got that chance.  Thank you Dawn & Co. for making that possible.

I'm on a new computer, so I have very few pictures or songs.  Deal with me in word form, and I'll cultivate a collection of proof of my sentiments in due time.

In a few minutes, I will take Callie for her first venture into Muzha's streets.  We will eat breakfast foods and coffees, and after that...well, who knows?  The world is my god damned oyster.

Now bask in your elation, maybe even take a nap.  You'll need it.

Namanasty,
-LS^2

Killin' with Jürgen last February in Thailand.

I couldn't put her down.

Collin, Jana and I watching some Stravinsky

at The Hollywood Bowl.

Liberty headlining Silverlake Magic.

A true horse cock.

Honoring genuine royalty.

GOLGA.

The aforementioned backdrop.  My heart broke, bled and pulsed seeing this dude in Cali.

The troupes regrouping in San Fran
(Marco, Anastasia, Sierra, Gateon, Dawn)
not pictured: me, Nicole Ritchie

Anastasia's new smile.

Sierra's new smile.

Me, every day, 'til my liver moves out.

Dork.

Where I'll be if you need me.

Off From Work Early

I think this blog is dead.

LS^2