Dive site: Paseo Del Cedral Cozumel, Mexico

Travel lends to new memories, experiences, foods, people. It's a reminder of borrowed time, made more expensive by the cost of travel and the opportunity cost of not working...so every minute is precious, and more beautiful.
Between dives and drinks at the bar, I can't help but think of all the events or hardships that brought me to enjoy the particular moment. Maybe I do it to make the rum taste sweeter.
It's not so much a "getaway", but an appreciation of life. Not to miss the luxuries of home, but to enjoy the differences, and even endure the little difficulties such as language and humidity, because in some strange way, it humbles you.
Every travel ends with a little sadness. Though as inconvenient some things may have been, you know you will miss them, not individually, but as a sum of a great experience. The borrowed time dwindles back to a reality of structure and the rituals of a businessman, a simple man, whose journey still lies ahead.

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20 km bike ride, a photo by jeff

"Beer", from Love is a Mad Dog from Hell - Charles Bukowski
I don't know how many bottles of beer
I have consumed while waiting for things
to get better
I dont know how much wine and whiskey
and beer
mostly beer
I have consumed after
splits with women-
waiting for the phone to ring
waiting for the sound of footsteps,
and the phone to ring
waiting for the sounds of footsteps,
and the phone never rings
until much later
and the footsteps never arrive
until much later
when my stomach is coming up
out of my mouth
they arrive as fresh as spring flowers:
"what the hell have you done to yourself?
it will be 3 days before you can fuck me!"

the female is durable
she lives seven and one half years longer
than the male, and she drinks very little beer
because she knows its bad for the figure.

while we are going mad
they are out
dancing and laughing
with horney cowboys.

well, there's beer
sacks and sacks of empty beer bottles
and when you pick one up
the bottle fall through the wet bottom
of the paper sack
spilling gray wet ash
and stale beer,
or the sacks fall over at 4 a.m.
in the morning
making the only sound in your life.

rivers and seas of beer
the radio singing love songs
as the phone remains silent
and the walls stand
straight up and down
and beer is all there is.

motion picture
if "all the world's a stage", and we play a leading role in our lives,
we're only as good as our supporting cast...friends, family, memories of beautiful souls
gone by.
but sooner or later, we have to let some characters go..
not because we hate them,
but because they need to grow, or because
they dishonor the virtues of our cast members,
and jeopardize the fabric of who we are,
what we stand for...in this movie,
that we call life.

life is art...do it beautifully~
because the film is still rolling...

(no subject)
y el ganador es...Costa Rica

(photo by buckwildchang)


likes: Nemo, Courage the Cowardly Dog, talking, pulling on uncle's ears
favorite food: chiajiangmyun
m.o.: she will overpower you with her cuteness

third star

Lo and Jen lie in the bath together.

When I was a boy, one night, I saw
a thousand shooting stars. I
thought, where did they all go?
I'm an orphan. I used to look for
stars alone. I thought if I rode
to the other end of the desert, I'd
find them. I've been riding in the
desert ever since.

And so, the little boy became a
fearsome bandit. He couldn't find
the stars, so he stole my comb.

Lo pauses.

Out here, you always fight for
survival. You have to be part of a
gang to stand a chance. Slowly,
your gang becomes your family. All
that Dark Cloud stuff is just to
scare people and make my life easier.

So you're still that little boy
looking for shooting stars.

I am a man. And now I've found the
brightest star of all.

- Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon

so i hear a movie based on Ayn Rand's novel, Atlas Shrugged, is in the works.
and i hear a. jolie has been chosen to play the part of Dagny Taggart. not a
bad choice. she definitely has the stature, image, the toughness, and the
authoritative qualities we've seen in most of her characters on screen.

but, i always pictured Dagny differently, as someone who embodies all those
traits, and yet, her physical beauty seemed to oppose her very nature through
a certain feminine softness.

she would really bring Dagny to life

the Givers

saw my cousin tonight. he was in northridge and wanted to meet up in k-town.
i felt too tired to make that drive. i went to the gym, did 500 situps,
lifted weights and then swam 50 laps. pretty amazing how much endurance
you gain when you quit smoking. still, i was pretty wiped out..but hungry.
very, hungry..
so he offered to drive down to gardena.
chadolbeki, ribeye, and sahmgyupsal with some soju and beer just goes so well
on a rainy night. there's something about the rain that makes me wanna smoke.
so i bummed a cigarette from a stranger. so what?

we talked about a lot of stuff since we don't see each other too much. he lives
in camarillo and has his own business to run. i've known this guy since we were
5, and we've always been good friends to each other - always. he's such a gentle
and kind person.

i'm glad he discovered scuba diving, he's gotten really into it. he's thinking
about even buying a boat. i told him to do it. he lives close enough
to the ventura harbor, and it doesn't have to be a 65 footer, with a bait tank,
and hot tub.
and he's only done the local dives! he's gonna be blown away when we go somewhere tropical.
he may not want to comeback.

during dinner, i listened carefully. i sensed a calmness about him, more than ever.
...we had his father's funeral last week. God rest his soul. i think he has found his peace with it.

i looked outside to see the falling raindrops as they pelted the glimmer of the asphalt,
making a thousand rings of gold and silver as the headlights shined upon their fate
...but that's not the end, they're going home, back to the sea. and i realized, they need
each other...the raindrops, they can't make it alone. the first ones to fall, lay
a carpet of smooth rivers, small oceans...so that others can make their way to a more
beautiful place.

unselfishness...it doesn't sound as beautiful as it really is.

(no subject)

i've been drinking this Cruz Alta Reserve Malbec for the past month or so, ever
since the lady at whole foods, recommended it to me. i saw a segment of rachael ray
in argentina, she was eating half a cow, and with great wine, and just loving life..she really
enjoys her food, as she should...as she should. i find her very endearing.
that's why i searched for the Malbec.

i would love to see her as pres. cause it would be so damn interesting.


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