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When The Compass Needle Spins

Herewith explained why the blog don't work. I'll GUID it sometime, it's a fine idea, but I'ma makea big dump today 'n' dat's enough to obviate sensible RSSing so wait 'til I'm sane. Infintity Plus One reminds me... no hurry.

This makes me laugh:

DHCPREQUEST of 192.168.0.3 on wlan1 to 255.255.255.255 port 67
DHCPNAK from 192.168.0.1
DHCPDISCOVER on wlan1 to 255.255.255.255 port 67 interval 5
DHCPDISCOVER on wlan1 to 255.255.255.255 port 67 interval 14
DHCPOFFER of 192.168.0.3 from 192.168.0.1
DHCPREQUEST of 192.168.0.3 on wlan1 to 255.255.255.255 port 67
DHCPACK of 192.168.0.3 from 192.168.0.1

Not only am I crazy but I'm a crazy geek. I hope negative connotations of crazy pass away within my lifetime. I have periodic realizations that I live in M-F- ing China, man. Crazy. Thailand was bad enough. They're aliens. But my new neighbors, o, words fail. Unless you speak Mandarin. Then maybe you can tell me what the hell I'm talking about. 'Cuz I left my Tibetan dictionary in San Kamphaeng. And my Trungpa and my Nisker, Crazy Wisdom brethren. O ye procreators I am so jealous and I am not. Don't wanna stomp the same ground too much, you can read Chicken releaving me of duty elsewhere but the long and the short of it is I remain hideously free. You out there L? I gots our novel right here, I understand yer editing now, come on, cut me up, a page a day? I laugh in the general direction of a page a day my god my verbal diarrhea runeth over. Hefty bags and hefty bags, dumpsters and dumpsters perhaps of course you may need to trim the occasional disturbingly disgusting image but ain't that just life innit?

English fiends and parafriends here today gone tomorrow, what works works and what doesn't works a different way. Jet trails in the sunset... and no one's saying why. Contrail? Who's been conned?

Think I got a visa. Ain't got no passport anyway. Had I adopted Kip and Kem I'da had one there. Immaterial. Literally. Move on.

I hope Cher's in prison. Because the alternative is that she's dead. I certainly would like to see her again. Alive. I miss my fan. O what she forgave. What she believed. Believed in my work. Lonely job that. Damn. Where she at?

And then there are those who believed something else entirely. I can guess. Might as well right a novel. Live your life like a work of fiction. As long as you remain irrepressible. I do what I do what I dittyditty can. Gave the Children's book to a child. Cher warned me off her too. Jailbait? No more but now the book waits and if I'd given it to Cher it might have been done. Who else I know can illustrate? And has time in this wild world? Letcha know if I find 'em.?

The muslims are cool. Their food is hot. Ughyur, Malay, I dunno, not Han methinks. Linguistics bubbling. Security troubling. Why should I get a Master's? Make the folks happy. And I do owe them one. Or a million. But I'll owe more if I let 'em bankroll the project. Me, I make more than what I wanted but not enough. Will a graduate degree improve my earning power? Hardyharharhar phew, o boy, gotta breathe. It's something to do. Focus the writing? Y'all know I busted through the great firewall? If my directions are incomprehensible they should be. I don't think that they are. I keep from the audience mostly what I want to keep for myself, there are a cuppla magic words left I ain't heard noone else asayin. You can have tri-partite abrahamic crock of bullshit, hope it gets some currency. Read Cahill yet? Dunno if I recommend him. Food for thought, but what isn't? Keep it critical. I like communists. So it isn't 'productive', impedes 'progress', good. The Polar Bears would appreciate some impeded progress right about now. Of course communism doesn't mean anything. Marxism? Leninism? Lennonism? Troskyism? Kibutzes? Totalitarianism? Not much more meaning than conservative or liberal and I ate their lunch years ago at blogster. But the thoughts go on. Writing up linguistic collisions and the layman's guide to phonotactics will be as much fun as the techtalk but somewhat less applicable to my thesis. Nut.

Who was whom? Yes, who could have asked me to stay? Not Cher, evidently, she tried. You know who you are. Delusions so thick reality skips. The sphynxes in Mirror Mask. I've stopped learning Korean twice now. Why? Life changing. Worldwind. And these are just the freebies. Next Friday is payday. I'll polish off my rent debt, start up my radiators and sing nainenai all day. Mom's chillin, ayuh, -what's that song nainenai, nainenainenenainenai, nenenenenai? -The Boxer. So it is, so it is. Do you have more than what you wanted? Also buried somewhere in these pages is my doubting parents can be enlightened. Never enough. Never sufficient. Why are so many buddhas princes? Brats. Don't worry bout nuthin. Facts of life. No wishes no prayers. Fist and furry us. It all goes to the same place? My fiends, it all is the same place. Nainenai...

I'll have that netbook, thank you. And some ungodly USB HD. Actually kinda need it for the research. I've enjoyed nessus but it looks like I may have metasploit in my future. Don't grok it. But I may. Write a friggin paper on it. Though I find hash collisions much, much more interesting. Like false friends. I'll get the linguistics in there too. All the same place.

Lonely? I'll say. Ivy thinks it must be hard. How hard is it? I've had more than what I wanted. I couldn't get the kids to do squat. In retrospect speaking a different language than my family may have been an obstacle. We'll work on it. Then we'll die. I don't want to. I'm having a good time, don't wanna stop at all. Even if I am a little charmed by NDEs, -why do we have the same experiences then? Um... geniuses... BECAUSE YOU'RE ALL HUMAN BEINGS? Could it be? Each splendid little individual miracle of light? Gifts of the Jews my ass. YHWH can kiss it.

Not that I'm bitter. NYC is a great place to be from. What, you say, I'm a cowboy? Tim at the Garden would argue vehemently otherwise. And then there's that little fact of Boston. But o I did learn in the desert, I did. What? A million things. Unprintable. How much? Why? How many times have I stuck my hand in the ceiling fan? What is the name of the Park out on East 8th Street? There's a bar that wants to be cowboy there in Manhattan. More than one of course but I have vague whiskey soaked memories of The Devil Went Down to Georgia. I mean, of course there was Gram. And if I could have hung around JL and I might have produced something. Future tense? Remember there is that girl. And what she's said, if she's said anything, well it might not be nice. But M can play lead. CONSIDERING HE HAS ALL MY GUITARS. There it sits. There they sit. Here I sit. NSAIDs are adequate. I went for weeks without, it was OK. Sleep a little better now. Every other day. Since I do this neurotic breakfast, dinner, lunch rotation. Look, I know medicine is poison. Remember I NAC'd, or didn't you know? My application letter is inadequate. As are my references thus far. Am I sabotaging myself? I certainly am ambivalent. I want to see what happens next. I don't want to have to make a big effort for it. Slacker. Hmm, thief, we'll get to that. I certainly don't want to spend any money on it. I deserve a very large scholarship. Don't you know what I've done? O that's right, I didn't tell you. Let's keep it that way.

A thousand things more horrible than the last. But probably nothing compared to what I've been accused of. Do you believe in me? What me? What I have done? That's all we are really. Discussing Joyce's Hell with Michael, we all do it. We don't all necessarily drive our daughters insane molesting them but we do all do something. No angels. No devils either. The devil drink. Joyce was a drunk. Is that how he did it? More to it than that I think.

Walked to the office, took a wrong turn. How, the route's well known now? Dunno. Right road wrong way. Honestly. Recovered in time to have a smoke before calling Helen (we can't handle her real name... it's Liu) -I'm downstairs, should I come up? -Wait a minute, I come down. Five or so later we head to the street. Cabs ubiquitous, she gets shotgun I wait for a car to pass before I get in behind the driver, -this, she says afraid I'm running away or looking for another cab I s'pose. The maps all say the office is southwest of my apartment. Didn't glance ot the compass, even when I was lost. Started studying it while waiting downstairs. All wrong. Mostly wrong. South, fine, but more west. Whole lotta west. OK, pay attention in the cab. North east. Damn non-euclidian city. But make up for it by circumnavigating the pedestrian mall. This I know. You should too if you're any kind of a blog fan damn you, who in their right mind? Get to immigration. Well, a big intersection by immigration and hoof it. MAJOR line. -What time is it? -900. A minute 'til... the doors open. The madding crowd maddens. In we go, where have they gone? Not much of a line. But I gotta piss. These are the things we don't blog. My seven deadly sins with wives, fiances and candidates, what I really do in the morning, what the cockroaches are eating. I have a cockroach problem because I don't have lizards. But we'll get to that in linear narrative soon enough, strangely enough. Points out the bathroom, that's a load off. Something was wrong with our documents Tuesday. She thinks she should see the same officer today. Discusses with me, is that good idea, is it the same in Merka? Yeah, sure, I guess, I'm more interested in China. Federal, State, what? We review the Civil War, Lincoln et al. I don't know if I've learned anything. Tianjin has a government, can pass laws but Beijing trumps. I s'pose I could learn that from wikipedia. But we gotta do sumfin 'til the right lady comes back. And then a brief interview which I blow. Do I speak Chinese? A little. Do I teach English? Maybe. What? Change our stories, yeah of course I do. My first answer is closer to the truth. Read on. They take my passport. Give her a receipt. Gonna keep it a week. I'm fine with that. When Chicken ate my passport I got a new one in a week. My emotional attachment to my passport is severed. My first one was cool. This new one has RFID of course. Not only do you know there's an ugly Merkin here but you can triangulate your mortars on his head. Yay. I give a fork, eat my damn passport, see if I don't give you dessert. Out and on. She wants to go to Carrefour. What did I want from Carrefour? I forget but I'll tag along. Talk about WalMart, talk about architecture, talk about Shanghai. See WalMart. I'd joke 'sell Merkin?' but it would be neither funny nor understood. Talk about buddhist temples. Which bus? Now we wait for our bus. -Maybe that one, she indicates a 1. Our bus comes. Hell if I remember the number. This way that way, left right left, ten minutes we're there. -Do they sell cloth glue? -What's cloth glue? She's heard of a needle but I am not applying my needlecraft skills to my wardrobe. Did my backpack and it looks like Frankenstein. 's monster. a la Warhol. We part ways. I didn't actually understand what she wanted from Carrefour but evidently it isn't actually in Carrefour proper because I am going in and she is not. Okeydokey. Straight to the 3d floor with me. Something I'll never tell you is that I moved to Asia so I could be the exotic one, oops, told you, but it's annoying when they stare their eyeballs out. Take the good with the weird, 'sok. First thing red pens. No real homework or tests I'll never use 'em but at least I got 'em. Next thing roach traps, you know why. Why not get some razor's while I'm here? Read lost? Buwahahaha. You can't handle razors. Or you may be a thief. So we'll keep our razors under lock and key (simple keyring kinda thing here actually, lock and key at Vanguard but that story's well lost), and make you buy them on the floor, a la electronics. Well, how they sold me my shoes too, guess I know the drill. Downstairs and black bread, never tried that before. And dumplings, eat 'em all the time. But maybe I'll save some jiao buying them here. Let me explain jiao to you. I don't understand jiao, ok? There're denominations smaller than Yuan. Ten jiao are a Yuan. There are denominations smaller than a jiao. Ten jiao are a jiao. Get it? Got it? Gooooooooooooooood. Perhaps you would be so kind as to explain it to me? I have all these jiao that I get as change for my peppers that I can't spend as jiao. I keep meaning to spend them on peppers, perhaps I'll let you know how that goes when I actually attempt it. So check out. Walk down the stopped escalramp. I became familar with escalramps at the Big C in Chiang Mai. Or some airport, I forget. Hoof it home, dumplings against my spine. They're cold. I never really feel them. Try to light my snipe with a flintless lighter and that bic flint I got from Cher. Try and try. -Hello, hello, hello. Gent gives me a light. Looking disapprovingly at my snipe. Homeward ho. Snap a pic of some window washers up around the 20th on Raffles. Stories of Raffles Phnom Penh? Lost. But here's a story. Looks like two of these guys are pushing each other. Playful windows washers around the 20th. How many die that way? Take the back way into my buildings. Which I call the boobie-headed buildings. Perhaps you'll suss it from some pic lying around, perhaps I'll deign to explain. All I'm splainin right now is I didn't know the back way 'til Yosef showed me. Learn something every day. Up, set my traps, put away bread and dumplings, o and I've forgotten to mention the chips. 'sok, I'll mention 'em when I eat 'em. Out to the street, purchase water, juice and jam after hitting the atm. Arbitrarily decide, more than 3 grand I'll treat myself to a chicken burger. More than 3 grand. Get some Ibuprophen. And water, juice and jam. And a lighter, story there, skippin it. And a chicken burger, likewise. Back up, eat my chicken burger with chips I grabbed on the escalramp from 3 to 2 between razor and black bread. I think they're baked, not fried. Imagine how much longer I shall live as a result! Woohoo! Ten minute napitation, time for kindergarten. Or the bus thereto. O multifaceted disaster. Wrong bus? Maybe. Underpay? I told you I was a thief. Instant karma? Gonna getchoo. Gets close, but doesn't make it. I can see the bizarreskraper you can see on some photo page around here, but we turn right before we get there. No sweat, 25 minutes to find it. Do so despite Vanguard confusion we'll skip in the interest of brevity. Hardy har... wha? Ten minutes early, have a smoke, top it off with breath spray. Organic? Amway? From Thailand? Currying my favors so I can leave what remains of my earthly possessions in the kindergarten there? Another story, I assure you. In to battle the kinder. Think I'll teach 'Mother, Father, Sister, Brother'. Teacher wants lesson-plan. Give her YuMing's travesty. Mine's in my head. Vocab. Board-slap. Maybe sing The Irish Ballad. Never make it far past ~rickety tickety tin~ though, first class anarcho-boardslappers, second class time lost in greetings and bathroom breaks. No harm no foul. Didn't know if somebody might actually speak enough English to notice the Irish Family was gettin offed one-by-one. Maybe we'll try next week. But I think not, make me write a lesson plan it'll be less murderous. Smoke. Get the right bus. Squishing room only. Over the bridge and through the kids, to Lao Xi's house we go (that's me). Poke at metasploit, lenovo under linux and Ruby vs Java. Down to dinner. My yummy muslims are playing cards. I don't know what I miss most about New York, the Turkish food or the Tibetan food. But I do have some small comfort here. Halfway through some foreign devil comes in, says -hi, and orders with my personal pointing at the picture on the wall system. Bastard. I'd give him a piece of my mind but he immediately starts reading a book. Wonder if he works for YuMing? How lonely are we here? How lonely do we choose to be? Does anyone survive long enough to learn Mandarin? He could be an old-timer for all I know but I attempt more than he does. Yosef's warning -speak English when it's important. I don't want to denigrate him too much, he bought me tickets and gave me a spoon. So I won't talk about him. But I guess I could fictionalize him...