Sunday, February 28, 2010

whoopwhoop

I have to analyze how the UNDP uses communication for development. I've spent the past three days trying to care enough to get started. But alas.

I also have to start an actual intercultural project for sustainable development. That's gonna be way harder but way more fun. I can't wait to do something practical instead of just sitting here watching my ass get fatter.

Three cool things:
1, I'll have my drivers' permit in about a month.
2, I'm 75% sure I've nailed an awesome job as a freelance writer. I'll know for sure within two weeks.
3, I found the most awesome apartment, and I might even have a shot at getting it.

With my usual luck none of these things are gonna happen anyway, but for the moment I'm pleased just being able to hope. One cool thing I KNOW is gonna happen is my Japan trip. 3½ weeks to go. Starting to build up an "EEK" in the back of my throat.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

I'm at my parents' place for the weekend. My dad is telling my dog a story about a hotdog and two meatballs trying to get to the moon. They're passing through a forest full of dangerous scouts wanting to eat them, but they manage by hitchhiking with vegetarians. Eventually they reach the promised land, Iran, where noone will ever try to eat them.

I hope my brother has kids some day, my dad would be such an awesome granddad.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

g-man

I have crabs. Not the genital parasite, the sea-living things. Like Sebastian from Little Mermaid. Yeah those. And they're good. That's it for today.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Saturday, February 20, 2010

limbs anyone?

So I'm sitting here sorta-listening to a lecture on, I quote, "communication as a tool in the fight against female genital mutilation". And I'm giggling. At the realization that the ones who tell people from other cultures that their ideals are fucked and sick and dangerous, are themselves from a culture of people who inject nerve poison into their faces to avoid wrinkles. Who spend approximately 20 times what your average Tanzanian makes in a year, on whitening their teeth. Who inject silicone into their chests and asses. Who fuck strangers on TV for fame and money. Who have anorexia and bulimia and plastic surgery and people who cut themselves because they're not perfect enough.

Genital mutilation is not a problem to most people who practice it. Some women interviewed are actually disgusted to hear that we don't practice it in our parts of the world. Obviously it shouldn't be forced on anyone, that I agree is a problem that should be dealt with, but for those who do want to go through these rituals, why the fuck shouldn't they? It's hardly any stranger than any of the things we take for granted over here. I'm so sick of the blindness and self-righteousness and general inability to not fucking judge people.

Friday, February 19, 2010

2010

Things I've learned in 2010:

1. My dog could fart the lid off a well. Seriously. If she had been around in the early 1940's, she would've made Jews hitchhike to Auschwitz to get away from her.

2. I'm pretty damn good at this whole cooking-thing. Yesterday I made moose-meatballs with a carrot/onion/portabella mushrooms wok, and fried tomatoes with basil and olive oil for dinner. Tres awesome. Today I made popcorn. Even I can't be awesome all the time.

Daym.

2009 taught me two things:

1. A woman can fake an orgasm, a man can fake an entire relationship.

2. It can't rain all the time. Sometimes it snows.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Tilda.

So, that dog of mine. She's amazing. She's the reason I wake up, the reason I go outside, the reason I don't just stay in bed and play PSP while waiting for my retirement. Mathilda came to me from a home for abused animals, after having spent three years living in a small concrete cage, beaten, malnourished and alone. The first time I met her she attacked and bit me in the face. If she had been younger and faster I probably would've lost an eye, but all I got was a bloody nose and lip. It took her two weeks to trust me enough to allow me to touch her. After three weeks she never left my side when we went out. A month and she's getting protective of me. Now, she's the most loyal and wonderful companion one could imagine. She's still making progress every day and it's so awesome to see her happy.

I was supposed to take care of her for two weeks. I never returned her to the shelter. They even gave her to me for free, telling me they'd never seen her as content as she was with me, and that they'd rather have her stay with me and lose money than have her back. I didn't choose her, she chose me. That's the only time anyone has ever chosen me.

Six more weeks..

..'til the trip of mah dreams. The plan so far:


March 25th arrival in Tokyo
March 26th-27th in Osaka, Sumo Championships
March 28th-29th in Kyoto
March 30th in Nagoya
March 31st at Mt Fuji
April 1st-4th in Tokyo, Sakura Festival

After that my travel buddy is going home and I'm taking it easy on the planning, going to go back down the country to Hiroshima, Gifu, and to Kamakura where I'm gonna be spending some time staying at a buddhist temple. After that, who knows. I'm staying for as long as my aunt puts up with taking care of my dog for me, which can mean one month or three. Obviously I'm hoping for the three. Pictures will be posted in abundance.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

brief update.



..also, I got a dog a couple of months ago. She gives me reason to wake up in the morning and say "what's up dawg?" and that's all I ask of life.

Gingerbread



I like creative baking, yessir I do.