and if you’d ‘a took to me like
a gull takes to the wind.
well, i’d ‘a jumped from my tree
and i’d a danced like the kind of the eyesores
and the rest of our lives would ‘a fared well.

~the shins

i love haroun and the sea of stories and i enjoyed midnight’s children.  and though i have not read the satanic verses, i think that i have a good guess about what it said.

right now pakistan and iran are against rushdie’s new knigthood- but if we may, i would like to show someting.  iran and pakistan say that britain is being insensitive towards their religion.

if i may, remember when two nuns were killed because of something that was printed in a dutch paper?  does the playful joke of mohammed earn death?

in iran it is more than ok to assault Christians, and express whatever negative feeling you have about it.  who is really being insensitive?  furthermore- i am sure that when rushdie says that he did not mean the context that has caused the controversy was taken out of contexts by the muslim community- i am sure that he is right.

but can it be said of the call for the death of salman rushdie that the muslim community was being insensitive?

just a thought.  i do not know many Christians that are killing at will when the american television makes fun the religion.

one day i’ll construct a satellite
and i’ll name it after you
’cause you were the greatest friend of all
except for when you split my lip in two
to see the look upon your face
as i launch you into space

that’s right. i have my own little cubicle and my own computer and my own laser gun (which gets abused). second day in and so far, i scan crap in, oms them, simon them and put them in the bin. to-morrow i should be trained to email a copy to the distributer and tell them to put it into production and email the company. and that ‘it’ is whatever paper product that a business would want printed. and to-day i shot rubber bands at people. but i am not the only one.

i am supposed to keep things confidential. which is a piece of cake- because i do not even look at the names. but i do check the addresses; how am i suppose to keep the canadian ones confidential? just as well, i am sure that no one would be interested anyways.

i went home last weekend to get my car. i took the train (which was late for the second time in two years) and i missed my bus. while i was waiting the two hours for the next bus, this woman started talking to me. she was in her 40’s and from nairobi, kenya. apparently her daughter is there too. and it would be ‘great’ of my to call her, ‘who knows what will happen’… aka- she wants her daughter to make it to the states. but hey- she could be a nubian queen. hubba hubba. i have never been asked by the mother to marry a daughter before. needless to say i will not write that email or call that number. but it is up for grabs for anyone else.

then when i made it home, i went to nick’s house and stayed the night. poor kid, this is the message his parents left on a scrap of paper before they left in the morning: ‘hello our beloved son! oh… and you too nick! here is some money for breakfast.’ he is an only child, now he has competition for his parents love.

ha! oh, and on the bus, there were some hindi robots behind me. i say robots because they stopped talking every time the bus went under a bridge or a cloud went over head. and stopped talking when it was dark out. conclusion: solar powered robotic hindus.

 

that above thing, that is a joke. no worries.

they were too weak too prone to break
they’re needs too deep their skin too thin
by now you took what was to take
tear it apart and start again

~guster

to-day is a glorious cloudy day. that’s right, a fine day. loads have been happening. ‘what?’ i hear you ask telepathically, and in written form i shall tell you:

i am soon to be a regular joe in the american workforce, but please do not call me joe. pay is ok, and hours could be better, but i have nothing to complain about. i decided to buy back my old car- the jetta. i got a great deal when i bought it, and a nice one now that i want to buy it back. why not, right? i know how i took care of it. the good news is that i will not have to keep an eye on the miles now that i am no longer leasing.

all i need to do is pass the urine test for work. if i did not need this job, it would have been awesome to put some pills in the cup instead of urinating in it. and then act really shocked when i did not pass, ha! ‘i have a prescription for that!’ yes, that would bring a smile to everyone’s face in the waiting room. it would bring a smile to mine anyways.

so the total is, one car, one job- ahh, i still need a phone. and that is the sticky-wicket. see, i REALLY want the iphone. i have budgeted for that since i read about it over a year ago. but, do i really need it? it is really cool… but their are other smart phones that are cheaper if not free. the blackjack is free… what to do. sweet fanny adams- that phone is cool.

however, for my free time i have been reading. a lot actually, best day was 367 pages. that is the kind of thing that makes me feel good. i have always tried to read at least 50 pages a day.

well, there is a glass of gin with my name on it. or a cup of tea. whichever my hands reach first. shoot- i have two hands, right?

doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

~claude debussy (clair de lune)

so, here are my pics. and if you like them feel free to d/l them. just send a nickel to me in the mail for each one. HA!  they are pictures of prague castle, old town square, and wensleslas square.

‘oh, i dunno which link to click, do they go to the same place?’ (bwahahahaha! he laughed devilishly.)

waiting for a sweet breeze,
read it in the tea-leaves
saw them crown you may queen
heard you sing the sweetest thing

    ~the decemberists

it is not very easy to stay in the czech republic very long if you cannot make enough money- and that is hard to do.  but here i am again.  now what to do, right?  in time, in time.  to-day i will be putting my newest pictures up on the web.  and then i will put another link in here, so that the two of you who read this can click the link.

i have a lot of time on my hands until i become once again a part of the normal american workforce.  though some might say i am not a normal anything- and i will disagree.  (reminds me of this kid i met once who only spent about ten minutes in conversation with me- and he told my friend that i was the weirdest person he had met.  he obviously has not met many people) and with this new hours of time, i have been reading.  and boy do i like it.  there are few things (especially since i am less mischievous then i once was) that are better than reading.  if i have not mentioned it before- i am a closet nerd.  i am reading a little over one hundred pages a day, just so that i can say that i have done something.  so i agree with marianne schmarianne that reading is quite enjoyable.  (however if you met me when i was younger, you would not have thought i would ever say this.  in fact, if you met me now you might say the same.  i read in the closet too- so no one sees me)

i need a car now too.  so, i called about my old jetta.  and luckily enough, it is for sale.  ha!  and at a slightly cheaper price then they were trying to sell it at, and slightly cheaper than what it is worth.  bully for billy.

i need a phone.  but that will have to wait.  see- i have to wait.  though i do not like not having a phone, i have saved up for a while now to purchase the iphone.  i know that it is really expensive, but i can tell you that it is going to be worth it.  and i have budgeted for that, and no more spending money after that, i can assure you!

and this morning i saw a little of the second chance, with michael w. smith.  i started laughing, like i do, because it is just funny to see him randomly on the tele.

well, i need to start reading again.  i am starting to feel unaccomplished.  never mind, i think it is just standard grade paranoia.  who said that?  ah, my schizophrenic friend, welcome back; listen we need to talk.

 

should have been home by now
should never have gone
turning the wheel
turn it upside down
you should be free by now
it should have been me

i am bruised and torn
but you escaped the danger
brokeness can mend
if this is not the end
the end

~h&w

lately i have been having more trouble sleeping than normal. and i wonder, is it insomnia, or not? i always thought that insomnia was when you could not sleep and you were tired. i on the other hand just cannot sleep and rarely feel tired.

sure, i will go a month or so of almost normal sleep, then one or so with terrible sleeping habits. i cannot say that i even come close to understanding it. a very kind american living here in the czech republic has given me some sleeping pills. i took two a little passed two. and then i woke up a little past six. that does not seem right at all, does it?

so, now i wonder if it is insomnia- because i am not tired at all. and i have been sleeping very little here every night. i have nothing really pressing on my mind either. at night i allow myself to ‘day dream’ and think about certain thoughts, but none of them would keep me up. so i wonder if it is really just some brain malfunction rather than insomnia? no reason to loose sleep over it, anyways.

and when it’s later
open up your window just in case
you’re a radar, built to scan the deeps of outer space
and if you recognize subtle patterns in the sky
you’ll take it as a sign unless it eases your mind

~built to spill

 

let me share with you about czech beer. czech beer is cheap. ‘how cheap?” you silently ask, and i shall tell you. very. ha. no, but really i bought beer for 7 krouns. 4 krouns i will get back when i return the bottle. that means of course that the beer was 3 krouns. 3 krouns to american dollars is 10¢. good golly.

however, last night lukáš and i went to a pub. we played some table soccer (foosball) and those guys are ridiculously good. they will have no competition from the states. then, i bought a round of beer. this 16 year old started hitting on me. (what is it with teenagers now? jokes, stef, jokes) but she stopped when she found out i was 26. though she was in disbelief.

but everyone was heavy drunk by the end of the night. though we had not planned for it. i spent about $14 on me and my czech friends. what a time- most speak english, but i was trying what little czech i know. and the pipe was a smash hit.

then everyone placed bells into their homes
but could anyone know that energy is brief?
how could this missed thing bring me back to you?
i was innocent alone
~mazarin

just decided to try something new. not a whole lot going on just yet. i recieved a package from stef. it was great to get. in it were my shorts- hooray! and yummy cereal. hooray! some other stuff too. what a great girlfriend.

an american over here let me borrow her apapter. so now i have my camera charged up and will be adding new pictures to my picture site. or here. not sure yet. but here in the mean time is a new blog for you to look at. and if you do not like it, go back to my old one. but you might notice that it does not get updated anymore. and if you did not like that one either- why are you hanging around? i admit i am better in person, but until i can be uploaded into cyberspace, you will never seem me here.

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i feel the distance standing here next to you
i don’t want to keep you waiting,
but i’ve been waiting too
some day if i get there
and you still want me too
we can see it through
~evan and jaron

the other day i was in wencleslas square. just looking about. it is really nice. and when i get my camera all charged up- i will take pictures of it and post them about. but the pipe is nice. the british store owner told me that it was hand carved- he gave me a great deal too. the pipe is a stansislav. a name from this side of the world for sure.

the pipe reminds me of chaplain russel who used to call me pip. what fun. i called him chappy once. that night he threw me into four guys walking behind us in pearce hall. what a guy.

slowly discarded were the remains of his lonely youth
among the alley where the dwellers scare to notice
picture a young boy in pieces and streets with leveled malfunctions
no name to be called redeemer
we’ll fix him restore him…with the love is no other
think of all the things you did before
write them in a letter that says reborn
~coheed & cambria

after i was done watching spiderman 3, i walked to the tram stop so that i could hop on my tram and let it make my way home. on my way i ran into a man who was professionally dressed, that is to say he was wearing a suit, and who was professionally drunk. he was trying to catch my attention. i told him that i do not speak much czech- but he assured me that he spoke american. i know- i did not bother telling him that it is english.

he was a nice enough guy, but he was a bit too drunk for my attention- until he started to yell. he said, ‘my friend we must crush the communists!’ i told him i thought that they were all gone. he put his hands on my shoulders and told me that he needs to make me understand that at any time we must crush the communists. i agreed, because i was not really wanting to hear him yell about. i saw my tram and told him that i needed to get going.

i missed that tram because the stop was a bit farther than i thought it was going to be. but i knew that there would be another one in due time. as i waited for number twenty-two, number nine showed up. the doors open, like they do, people got off, the doors closed. a girl came running up and tried pushing the doors frantically. (i have been told that the trams stop at midnight- and it was about 23:45, i was doubtful that number nine would come again until morning.) so i gave the door a really hard hit on the hinges and it flew open. i do not think that it is common place for them to do so as i judge the wide-eyed stares from the people on the tram, people at the stop waiting for other trams, and the girl who quickly turned at me, hopped on the tram and smiled awkwardly. just trying to help.

and now to spiderman 3. they were trying to cram too much in too little time. and if you know the comic- the venom suit makes peter parker a bit of a jerk. in the movie he seemed really pissed off all of the time when he had the suit. but i would have been pissed off too- see his haircut was atrocious when he was ‘bad ass’ peter parker. i would have gotten rid of that suit as soon as i could if i knew it was going to turn my hair into the worse style imaginable.