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This little site of mine is just a reminder of that time I was fortunate to enjoy a good deal of the world. I learned then that travel is not about places visited but life experienced - invaluable moments shared with others seeking the same. It's serendipity and magic and the bonds tend to last forever.

Today I've lost one of the greatest of them, my good friend Alex Staeubl. It's a loss that's hitting me terribly hard and personally. I'm writing this entry today as a sort of epilogue to the travelogue prior.

Alex is being memorialised on this facebook page.

Unlike the travel experiences previously documented here, I'm not willing to have this particular moment mis-interpreted by the masses. Please only comment on that page if you are one of the lucky people to have known Alex.

The rest of you feel free to say what you will right here instead.
hongkong

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So I'm in Dublin at the moment where things are progressing slowly but steadily toward an established lifestyle. But not without a sidestep first. I'll be in London from this Wednesday through to the weekend - and possibly for good if the interviews go well. So if you're among the 3-5 people still left reading this page and you live in London, ring in. I'd love to partake of your hospitality!
hongkong

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Maybe someday I'll put something of heart back into this page. Until then be satisfied to know that I'm in Dublin interviewing for work. That's going rather well; better than expected really. And should things go my way for a bit I hope to be in London soon for some more interviews. Wish me luck as I flirt with the 'real world' once again.
hongkong

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Today things have taken yet another dramatic turn for the worse and I have yet to regain the desire to these details here. I get a lot of criticism both online and off for not updating this weblog to the satisfaction of my readers. I counter you get what you pay for. There's long been a disconnect between the energy I receive from this place versus what I put in. Until that changes the forecast calls for nothing.

Fortunately the more vapid thoughts are still happy to come out and dance for everyone. Today this is particularly true as someone has done the writing for me. Curious about my take on America ? Those that really know me will be shocked to find I have not personally penned this. Collapse )
hongkong

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FYI I'm largely silent these days because my life is consumed with things I don't feel comfortable sharing here. This situation will hopefully improve soon.

But in other, light-hearted news, today marks a moment I thought would never come: I have now desire to visit Florida. What epic event has occurred to overtake my healthy aversion to America's appendix? They've sunk an entire freaking aircraft carrier as an artificial reef. Oh my this is on my list. I think I might have to combine a visit here with one to the U-352.
hongkong

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I'm killing time in the range of an unprotected network, so why don't I keep my fingers warm with a good rant.

Recently Chicago (nes "The Jungle") banned the sale of fois gras citing concerns of force feeding and otherwise unethical treatment of the birds. It's hard to argue against the practice of ramming feces and remnants of other farm animals along with shredded Chinese newspapers down cute, cuddly geese gullets to the point of their internal organ damage. Of course that's not the whole story but it's all that matters to the stimulus-response relationship of the media and public sentiment. I just wanted to write today to remind us to be careful of the slippery slope people. You don't want to know how your food is prepared. Don't go there. You will end up an emaciated vegan. Can't we just agree fois gras is insanely delicious and damn the moral consequences?

OK, at this point in the choose-your-own-adventure, you may choose to disagree. If you think there's a moral line somewhere around here I suggest you consider what's done in neighboring Iowa at a kosher (read: supposed to be better) abattoir. If you protest and say "I only eat fish!" I would like you to consider the global fish crisis. If you're already a vegetarian, I say well done - and ask if you have found a way to keep from being tired all the time?

Sometime a few years back I developed a severe aversion to hypocrisy which mandated I abandon my vegetarian ways. Having since embraced my inner metro-savage I rarely feel the weight of hypocrisy on my shoulders. Let's celebrate with some contraband French goodness tonight - prepared by an illegal Mexican immigrant chef of course. We'll take my really inefficient motorcycle there. No helmets necessary. Bring some cigarettes.
hongkong

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There's little more disappointing to me than when I travel to a new, far-away place only to find it familiar. As a kid I imagined the furthest place on earth was China - just an endless dig in the ground beneath my feet - so China remains on my short list of must-see-before-I-die destinations. I hope for more unfamiliarity there than anywhere else. Well today that dream is gone.

Hello! China! What the hell is wrong with you? L.A. is the world's living dystopia. Believe me, I come from the future...
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Be sure to follow the links in that story to pictures of the development and to the official news story. Note the cute musician girl is wearing what looks like Air Jordans. Bleah! Am I doomed to see the world only to confront poorly appropriated versions of a life I already know?
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"It may be that we have become so feckless as a people that we no longer care how things do work, but only what kind of quick, easy outer impression they give. If so, there is little hope for our cities or probably for much else in our society. But I do not think this is so."
RIP Jane Jacobs, you're one of my heroes and will be missed.

In vaguely related news of another hero of mine, Jack Kerouac's house was recently sold to someone who "(isn't) familiar with the author". I've coincidentally been re-reading Jacobs lately. Maybe it's time to switch to Kerouac. From On the Road:
"I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"