I'm back in the commonwealth of the United Areas of the American Division! And as a celebration of that fact, I smoked cigarettes and drank tequila until I felt awesome, then spent most of yesterday vomiting at Mateo's house or laying on the floor pretending to be a less-than-intimidating monster to Lily. Rawr. But I"m back and having trouble sleeping now that it's 1am. From 10am until 7pm, it's all I want to do, but now that the sun is down it's not as easy. Jet lag, you so crazy.
Mark and Charlotte are now gainfully employed in Australia, which eases my mind.* They appear to have a great neighborhood to stay in and are enjoying the hipster-ishness of their surroundings. Now I want to leave America again. But how? Aye, young rabbit, I'll find a way. I'll find away...
No pictures this time. Just love me until a proper post comes. Or...is this the end?!
Bum.
Bum.
BUMMMMMM!
-LS^2
* = I had originally written that Mark and Charlotte were "...not gainfully employed...which eases my mind." I meant now. I'm not an asshole.
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Hey, Ho, Nobody Home
This is it, babies. My last morning in Jeomchon. In Korea! I am choosing not to count tomorrow morning 'cause I'm leaving at 3am to go to the airport. So this is the last day I'll wake up in my apartment with a belly ache. Unless I take a nap, which I may.
There are probably more poetic things to say, but I'd really just like a ciabatta bread sandwich. That, my friends, is the extent of my mindset right now.
I'm stoked to be going back to America.
Be excellent to each other, y'all bitches and hoes.
-LS^2
There are probably more poetic things to say, but I'd really just like a ciabatta bread sandwich. That, my friends, is the extent of my mindset right now.
I'm stoked to be going back to America.
Be excellent to each other, y'all bitches and hoes.
-LS^2
Monday, September 23, 2013
Friday, September 20, 2013
It's the Final Countdown!
In a week I'll be in Des Moines, where it all started on that all-important morning of December 4th, 1981. No doubt I'll be knee-deep in some sort of pasta product, running in circles with my niece and waxing worldly with my family about the wonders of the Orient. And broke. Ahh...
It's Saturday afternoon, and after declining the Omija Festival with a group of rogues, I'm here in my ever emptying apartment, trying to make the economical choice of what to keep, what to throw away, what to donate and what to hide in a box and leave for some poor, unsuspecting waygookin. I finished 1984 finally and I was less impressed than I thought I'd be. But after 3 starts, I'm elated to have for once reached the finish. Now I have Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde ahead of me, but I'm only mildly interested in that. Shoulda picked something more genuinely interesting. Oh well. Nothing a few handfuls of Korean's version of NyQuil can't fix for the 15 hour odyssey I face this coming Friday.
As stated, I will be next to broke when I arrive in the states. More specifically, I'll have some money, but zero prospects as to how to make more. Aye aye aye. Entry-Level-Rich Resumé, don't fail me now! At least I've got my bike, my stilts, my bevy of framed drawings and a place to stay. That's a start, aint it? 'Tis, Walt. 'Tis.
Okay, see y'all when I'm there.
LOVE!
-LS^2
It's Saturday afternoon, and after declining the Omija Festival with a group of rogues, I'm here in my ever emptying apartment, trying to make the economical choice of what to keep, what to throw away, what to donate and what to hide in a box and leave for some poor, unsuspecting waygookin. I finished 1984 finally and I was less impressed than I thought I'd be. But after 3 starts, I'm elated to have for once reached the finish. Now I have Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde ahead of me, but I'm only mildly interested in that. Shoulda picked something more genuinely interesting. Oh well. Nothing a few handfuls of Korean's version of NyQuil can't fix for the 15 hour odyssey I face this coming Friday.
As stated, I will be next to broke when I arrive in the states. More specifically, I'll have some money, but zero prospects as to how to make more. Aye aye aye. Entry-Level-Rich Resumé, don't fail me now! At least I've got my bike, my stilts, my bevy of framed drawings and a place to stay. That's a start, aint it? 'Tis, Walt. 'Tis.
Okay, see y'all when I'm there.
LOVE!
-LS^2
Sunday, September 15, 2013
aka Brown Town
The weekend is almost over, but I'm not crying. Nope. 'Cause this week is Chuseok ("the Korean Thanksgiving"). This will be the 2nd of my contract, which is a pretty sweet deal. That means I get Wednesday-Sunday off. Boo ya. Not that I've been doing much spectacular shit with my days off lately anyway, but anything's better than punchin' in.
So I'll be in Busan. Then return for two more days of classes. Then, my friends, I will no longer be employed at Little Fox. I will be a poor and unemployed 31 year old male on his way to LA too many pounds overweight and largely clueless. Joy!
I'm looking forward to seeing my Mummy and Daddy and brethren and li'l niece units. I will eat exactly one box of macaroni and then probably go read some street signs. Then we'll see what the world asks of me and what I, in turn, ask of it.
That's all. Go back to your significant others now.
Hannah Streety,
-LS^2
So I'll be in Busan. Then return for two more days of classes. Then, my friends, I will no longer be employed at Little Fox. I will be a poor and unemployed 31 year old male on his way to LA too many pounds overweight and largely clueless. Joy!
I'm looking forward to seeing my Mummy and Daddy and brethren and li'l niece units. I will eat exactly one box of macaroni and then probably go read some street signs. Then we'll see what the world asks of me and what I, in turn, ask of it.
That's all. Go back to your significant others now.
Hannah Streety,
-LS^2
Happy Korean Thanksgiving, everyone!
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Hillcrest Dormitory
September 11, 2013.
12 years ago today, I woke up and went to my early as balls Acting I class at the University of Iowa. It was a joke of a class, and we never once stayed the entire period. Amy let us out early every day. It was mostly football players like Ramon and Kevin, hot nursing students like Kristin or the tall and oddly sexy whatshername. She was married to a man who spoke Arabic. And it was Oddly Sexy Whatshername who-as we were leaving class-mentioned that "some terrorists or something had, like, flown a plane into a building in New York." It sounded alarming.
I went back to Hillcrest dormitory and there in the halls, all the doors were open and everyone was watching the news. I sat in Justin's room and watched as chaos unfolded in New York. He filled me in on the little he knew, and I just watched, not having any idea how I was supposed to respond or what the hell was happening. As I left to my next class, the campus was eerily empty. A few students ambled on, and I was one of them. I went to my Sexuality class with Robert (who Shannon told me used to do lots of coke with her. I mentioned her to Robert once and he said "Shannon? I thought she was dead."). The class was also quite deserted, and Robert-in an uncharacteristically hushed voice-informed us about what had happened in case anyone hadn't heard, then let us leave. This is when I thought is needed more of my attention, but I still didn't know what to do.
I went back to Justin's room where he was drinking beers and watching the news, getting more and more upset about what he said was footage from...Iraq?...of people cheering in the streets. The first thing I thought of was how many times Americans have probably cheered in the streets for what turned out to be another country's tragedy. Almost in the same wash, the name popped up: Osama Bin Laden. Then again. And again. We were inundated with his name from right to left.
I called my girlfriend Jennifer who had been on a camping trip the night before. She said that she had indeed heard the news. What she said was eery about it is that the night before, she had been amusing her tent mates by shouting that we should "burn it all down!" Whatever "it" was, she was having a good time condemning it. Needless to say, she was offput by the news in tandem with her previous night's rant.
So that's my memory. I figured it'd be worth sharing. If I haven't forgotten it by now, I suppose I never will. But just in case, here it is, framing yet another digital footprint I'm making.
'Murica.
-LS^2
12 years ago today, I woke up and went to my early as balls Acting I class at the University of Iowa. It was a joke of a class, and we never once stayed the entire period. Amy let us out early every day. It was mostly football players like Ramon and Kevin, hot nursing students like Kristin or the tall and oddly sexy whatshername. She was married to a man who spoke Arabic. And it was Oddly Sexy Whatshername who-as we were leaving class-mentioned that "some terrorists or something had, like, flown a plane into a building in New York." It sounded alarming.
I went back to Hillcrest dormitory and there in the halls, all the doors were open and everyone was watching the news. I sat in Justin's room and watched as chaos unfolded in New York. He filled me in on the little he knew, and I just watched, not having any idea how I was supposed to respond or what the hell was happening. As I left to my next class, the campus was eerily empty. A few students ambled on, and I was one of them. I went to my Sexuality class with Robert (who Shannon told me used to do lots of coke with her. I mentioned her to Robert once and he said "Shannon? I thought she was dead."). The class was also quite deserted, and Robert-in an uncharacteristically hushed voice-informed us about what had happened in case anyone hadn't heard, then let us leave. This is when I thought is needed more of my attention, but I still didn't know what to do.
I went back to Justin's room where he was drinking beers and watching the news, getting more and more upset about what he said was footage from...Iraq?...of people cheering in the streets. The first thing I thought of was how many times Americans have probably cheered in the streets for what turned out to be another country's tragedy. Almost in the same wash, the name popped up: Osama Bin Laden. Then again. And again. We were inundated with his name from right to left.
I called my girlfriend Jennifer who had been on a camping trip the night before. She said that she had indeed heard the news. What she said was eery about it is that the night before, she had been amusing her tent mates by shouting that we should "burn it all down!" Whatever "it" was, she was having a good time condemning it. Needless to say, she was offput by the news in tandem with her previous night's rant.
So that's my memory. I figured it'd be worth sharing. If I haven't forgotten it by now, I suppose I never will. But just in case, here it is, framing yet another digital footprint I'm making.
'Murica.
-LS^2
Monday, September 9, 2013
Blart
I got the ticket today, oh boy. I'm outta SouthEast Asia in 17 days. 만세!
It'll be a little sad to see the ol' girl shrink under me, but once again I'm overhauling current circumstances for what I think is the greater good.
I found a buyer for my guitar, but I can't give away my two mini red ladders, my detached switchboard, my bridge, my Google tie, my dead plant or any of my tables. What kind of world is this, Bru?
Coffee in my veins, 3 hours 'til work. Aye aye aye. Someone get me a sandwich, stat!
Forevermore,
-LS^2
It'll be a little sad to see the ol' girl shrink under me, but once again I'm overhauling current circumstances for what I think is the greater good.
I found a buyer for my guitar, but I can't give away my two mini red ladders, my detached switchboard, my bridge, my Google tie, my dead plant or any of my tables. What kind of world is this, Bru?
Coffee in my veins, 3 hours 'til work. Aye aye aye. Someone get me a sandwich, stat!
Forevermore,
-LS^2
Buy bye, Yu Na.
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Suk Jae
BEHOLD!
My first and presumably only single from Korea.
Song: Suk Jae
Album: Post Human Toxic Dump Waste Patrol
Enjoy, babies!
-LS^2
Enjoy, babies!
-LS^2
Suk Jae, ©2013
Monday, September 2, 2013
FIRE SALE!
Hey Kids! If you haven't heard the news, I am soon to be USA-bound, and I'm passing the savings on to yooou! I'm gettin' the fuck outta here in about a month, so I need to drop some of the weight I've picked up in the last year. Need some stuff? Well I got it and then some. Feast your eyes...
In addition I have:
-my hats
-a bunch of bars of soap
-some kitchenware
-a yoga mat
-other sundries.
If I got it for free, it's yours for free. If I paid for it, I'll let it go stupid cheap. I just need this all gone by the weekend of Chuseok. I will be chucking anything unclaimed to the curb Saturday 9/21 and Sunday 9/22. If you want it, let me know and you can come get it any time.
Dry erase board.
Tall as I am.
This mirror just screams "Fuck you."
Dead plant (perfect for incense).
Table (perfect for dead plants).
Excellent bedside table.
Has leaves on the inside,
but you don't really need to open it.
The blender (his friends are spoken for).
A bevy of fashionable rags.
A couple more dinner tables.
The bridge you never knew you needed.
Either this suitcase...
...or this one.
Winter coat I hate to part with.
Super fly blazer with a key sewn in.
Some shoes and slippers.
Also that board. Perfect for something.
A stuff holder.
Also that board. Perfect for something.
I'll even throw in a Korean barista.
In addition I have:
-my hats
-a bunch of bars of soap
-some kitchenware
-a yoga mat
-other sundries.
If I got it for free, it's yours for free. If I paid for it, I'll let it go stupid cheap. I just need this all gone by the weekend of Chuseok. I will be chucking anything unclaimed to the curb Saturday 9/21 and Sunday 9/22. If you want it, let me know and you can come get it any time.
Hit me up on Kakao or e-mail:
lucasbsalazar (at) g m a i l (dot) com
Live long and make out,
-LS^2
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