Off From Work Early

I think this blog is dead.

LS^2

My Own Desk

I'm not dead, and I haven't forgotten you.  I simply haven't cared for a while.  While I do hope you'll forgive me, chances are I'll never know.

Alex is behind me talkin' sexy.

That is all for now.

-LS^2

A little o' this,
and a lot o' this. 

The Patron Bagel Saint of Downtown LA.

Lex.

Ursula Plex's funeral.

Hey Suckas!

Hey Suckas!  Monthly updates simply won't do, so I'll quit being so absent.

No.  No I won't.

I'm going hiking with Evie in a few minutes.  She's the only person I ever really call up to hang with.  Except for Ryan.  But he's always workin' or walkin' his fuckin' dog.

I kissed a wounded dog on the leg lips last night.

I'm hungry.  And I want coffee.

I'm wearing a sleeveless shirt because being abroad changes a man.

I'm poor as dirt.  I'm Poor Boy.

That's it for now.

Amanda Bynes,
-LS^2

My Level 2 class.

These Japs love their Krispy Kreme.

Why does anybody love Krispy Kreme?

Taipei 101 from Elephant Mountain.

Centered pictures are boring.

Jeremy Lin visited our school!

RIP Lennis

On Thursday, Lennis Moore passed away.  Catie told me before classes on Friday, but I had heard many updates from my Mother, who was living with Lennis and his family for the last few months.  My mother's relationship to that family warmed my heart, but nowhere near as much as it warmed theirs.  Gin and Tonics 'til the sheriff cuts you off at that place, right there on the porch.  Such a beautiful home, such a beautiful welcoming spirit.  Sandy was my 8th grade English teacher, and about 9 years ago, she too was diagnosed with a brain tumor.  She lost a lot of her faculties, but still had a gorgeous and boisterous soul.  Lennis was patient and loving with her, and together those three were a damn good time and a damn perfect match.

I'll miss you, Lennis.  You made life a fucking riot and history lesson all at the same time, and I'll never hold a candle to you in that respect.  You're a wonderful man and it's a shame we won't be able to volley words and hugs next time I'm in Iowa.

May you be feeling the light somewhere,
Lucas

J5 Collective

My computer has finally stopped accepting my iPod (among other maladies of an aging idiot box).  Luckily, I was able to get one last file transfer in there before they stopped talking: Jurassic 5's Feedback from 2006.  Unfortunately, What's Golden is on Power in Numbers, so I don't get that gem.  But still, it's okay.  I've been running along the riverbank this week in an attempt to find motivation in myself.  J5 is pretty dope.  No violence, no drugs ruling their lyrics.  Just hyping themselves as the best MCs in history.  Lotta clout to that claim, really...

I've realized that in the last 5 years or so, I haven't really put myself out there and made any attempt to make my life better.  I mean, I went to Korea.  Then I went to Taiwan.  But those experiences did not burrow into my brain the way I hoped they would.  They did in other ways, though.  So I guess that's how life goes, right?  You have a plan, but reality/fate/destiny plays itself out the way it will and the way you will it.  But I know it's time to change course again.  So I will.  Very soon.  Today, in fact.  Right now.  In a minute.  Or tomorrow.  Around July for sure.  Definitely before I'm 40.

I've been playing pool a lot more lately.  Jumping at the chance.  The pool halls around here are kept up really nice and generally have a pretty good price.  Plus you can bring drinks in there.  The Taiwanese play a different style, much like a solo scrimmage where they just knock in whatever they can and he who knocks in the most wins.  I guess that's okay, but what I hate is their break.  They tap it lightly, hoping to only hit one ball off the corner.  What the fuck is this, you twat?  You look like you're cheating.  Whether you are or not, I'm gonna bum your cigarettes and whoop your booty.  Or lose.  But either way, can I get one of your smokes?

If I cut out drinking, smoking and masturbation, my IQ would elevate 40 points in the first week.  Add a regiment of exercise and language acquisition, I'd almost be as handy as the students I teach.

I have to let go of my financial hangups.  I think growing up with money and then having the majority of it disappear has instilled in me a sense that "Oooh, you better save up when you can!"  That's not a bad way to be, but it does contradict some of the ideals of the artists' way, right?  Go for broke?  Well, I'm there.  Aint no 'goin'.'  ← that looks weird, right?

There are cockroaches in my kitchen.  Great.

I'm a journal connoisseur.  What's the difference between "connoisseur" and "snob?"  Anything?

I really don't care to write any more.

-LS^2

"Dude lives in Australia..."

"...flew across the country and

showed up on my doorstep..."

"...punched me in the mutha fuckin' chin..."

"...begged me to--are you recording this?"

 

"Oh." 

5 fucking strikes in a row.

I told these dudes riddles until

I ran out of riddles.  They were

pretty good riddle dudes, too.

Sage advice.

 

Zooey.

Christopher Columbus

It's Friday morning, which is almost the best morning there is.  Saturday is probably the best morning, and Sunday is a close follower, but I've always been drawn to Friday.  The mood surrounding is the mood of approaching freedom, much the same as the mood of Sunday is the mood of approaching servitude.  This is a clear indication that I do not find myself living in the moment the majority of the time.  In this sense, I'd rather be promised a vacation than actually take one.  Much in the same way that my favorite part of a meal is not actually eating it but the moment it's set down in front of me-knowing that I have this entire meal before me.  Then I eat it as fast as possible.  Or I sleep in on Saturday.  I waste the prize because I already got what I came for: the dream of it's potential.

Tonight I will not go swing dancing.  I had a blast last time, but I believe I will have to make this a cost-free weekend as much as possible.  Drinks are paid for Saturday night, courtesy of a ""teacher's meeting.""  The double-quotes are to remark my thoughts on the situation as well as my boss' insistance on putting the air bunnies around the term every time he brings it up.  I wonder what his game here is...

As I read the blogs of friends, enemies and frenemies, I see that mine is rather trite.  It's basically my Journal but in a more cohesive order and lacking most of the spray glue and crude erotic finger paintings.  I'm not dousing you with any knowledge on history or current events.  My take on the surreality of living abroad in no way dips into a larger consciousness and pulls out what you never knew was there.  But if you were wondering what I had dreams about last night, this is the place to find it (country roads, meth and swimming with my niece as a baby).

My ears aren't popping like they should and it's driving me crazy.  God damn it, man.

Okay, people are here and I wanna see 'em.  Love life, Babies.  Kiss kiss.

-LS^2

 

That's how you J wrench!

I saw an old man fondling another

old man at this temple while his other

old man friend kept inefficient watch.

"...neither slaves nor fools!"

It all comes back to pi.

The anguish of the 2/28 Memorial.

How I will definitely be signing

my name from now on.

Celebrity Status

I've done a movie with Corey Feldman and Michael Madsen.  I've worked security for Robert Englund and Dee Snyder.  I prank called Malcolm McDowell.  But Babies, I've never met a'one of 'em.

Infamous,
-LS^2