Why Do You Think They Call It Dope?

"I have the solution to the drug problem in this country. Nobody wants to hear it, but I have it. Not less drugs, more drugs. Get more drugs, and give 'em to the right f#$%ing people. " - Denis LearyDrugs are one of those marvelous social phenomena that expose hypocrisy in such a way that it becomes impossible to deny. Kind of like Col. Walter E. Kurtz' acerbic take on the nature of war:"They train young men to drop fire on people. But their commanders won't allow them to write 'f...Read more

Die Yankee Dog

I hatestupid people.I find that the easiest way to let people show how utterly stupid they are is to let them speak.

To wit:

http://www.yomiuri.co.jp/dy/features/arts/20090116TDY16001.htm

It's about an American director who makes a movie about an American girl that goes to Japan and learns to make ramen noodles.

Both of these quotes are from the article:

"The conventional way to make the movie would be ...Read more

Goodbye George

At 1:00AM local time, the reign of the beady-eyed dullard from Texas came to an end.

And good riddance.

It's been a weird 8 years, knowing that I had more education (and a hell of a better GPA) than the person in the White House.

And now he is gone.

So much for the Dumb.

America is in the state it is in, to some extent, because of something I know to be as true as it is unfortunate: to condone ignorance is to reward it.

Stupidity is a malignant presence in our world, and it must be eradica...Read more

Macau Misdemeanors

I am still not recovered from Patrick's birthday party, and I didn't even drink.

But he sure did, and I'm proud of him. Partially for holding an inordinate amount of booze down, and also for being a much more cheerful drunk than many other people I know.

I didn't take any photos that night since, to be honest, I am such a social  wallflower to begin with that the last thing I needed was a camera to hide behind. But I have stories...

My chiropractor/friend/gym partner Rick is going on vacation next w...Read more

God, Dogs, and Vomit

" "  - Hunter S. ThompsonNo sane person would ever call me religious, much less Christian. One of the dark secrets of my youth is that I wanted to take Uriah as my confirmation name. Not out of any affinity for the name, but so that my initials would spell smut. M

y parents made me go to Confirmation class twice (a sign, methinks), and during the second go-round their marriage began to disintegrate with brisk alacrity, and so no one noticed when "my little Anti-Christ" stopped going to confirmation class and ...Read more

Shameless Pimping

Considering the profession of a number of my 'research informants,' I ought to feel bad about using that title.

But never mind. I've come to accept that my life will always be marked in some way by this weird, tawdry stain, an immoral skid mark on the moral fabric of the underwear that is my life.

That metaphor is exhausting to follow, isn't it?

Jesus wept, how do I get painted into these weird corners? Two sentences in and this entry has already gone horribly askew.

Let me start over:

Movie Review: Fit Lover/愛情呼叫轉移 2 愛情左右

At least when I am chronically ill from the pollution I can blame some of my behavior and stupidity on the cough syrup (I don't care how gay it may be to slumber in the arms of Morpheus, I'm all for it). A head full of dope explains a lot of dumb stuff in my life.Sadly, I have no such excuse for actually going to Kowloon Bay tonight to see what may be one of the worst films ever made (except that it was shot on video), whose sole redeeming value is a smattering of moments that are unintentionally hilarious. I ha...Read more

Ach! Mein knipples!

I have often said that men might be better humans if our genitalia were a bit more high maintenance.

We're lucky in that respect, it's pretty much a  matter ofwash-n-go .

Any significant problems that we have are of our own doing.

Or of doing someone we shouldn't have.

But that's not my point.

My pointsare my point.

Having gotten to a point (!) where I spend an hour at a time on the treadmill, I have come to accept as inevitable the fact that a wet t-shirt rubbing up and d...Read more

Random Sh*t and turning 21

School started this week, so I am extra-horrid busy...

Jan 7, 1988, I was cleaning my room and found a joint. I smoked it. It's the last time I did any drugs. I've been clean for 21 years. I am a statistical impossibility.

Because I live at the confluence (or collision site) of two languages, I spend a lot of time thinking about how to explain English and stuff. I've realized that the real difficult part of English for ESL students, I think, is prepositions. Chinese is so much more direct. I remember wh...Read more

Tokyo Day 12

My flight leaves at 6:00 PM. Checkout is 10:00 AM. For better or worse, I may head directly to Narita and begin the process of begging to be allowed to bring my guitar on the plane and pit it in a closet. I am not sure if the overhead bins are large enough. I hope so. If I have to check it, I may as well stomp it to pieces right there in the airport.

Wish me luck.

I wrote that the night before I left. Considering what happened the last time I used the phrase "for better or for worse," this time I got off easily.