Hey guys. Just thought I would make sure everybody knew it was facial hair february. Here is what I carved up for myself. I call it: the Tusks. Enjoy and don't hesitate to grow our yours and also to enjoy mustache march.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
tribute to the facehat
Hey guys. Just thought I would make sure everybody knew it was facial hair february. Here is what I carved up for myself. I call it: the Tusks. Enjoy and don't hesitate to grow our yours and also to enjoy mustache march.
checking in from Zambia
Alright, I can't quite recall if I've posted on here before or not, but I just spent about an hour reading everyone's posts. I would have been a more frequent visitor, but the internet went down for 2 months here and there is rarely electricity so I haven't had the chance until now. BUT I would like to update on some of the highlights/lowlights of time here:
Living Situation: I spent my first month and a half here living in a whorehouse (it was a guesthouse but run by women who well....you can finish this on your own). Then I moved in with a friend who works at the hospital named Mukuka (MukAka means "stupid" or "lacking knowledge" and I accidently called him this for about a month until I found out I was pronouncing his name wrong) and our other buddy named Alick. There were 3 grown ass men living in a place about the size of the cinema at 421, not cool. ALick is a farmer and half the week would stay at the farm, the other half when he was with us, he and I shared a bed. Now I am in another guest house that is letting me live here for free because of the work I do. You may wonder why I dont get a house of my own. I have wondered this as well, but the community refuses to allow me to live in one of the clay mud huts with the thatched roof. Apparently putting guests up at the whorehouse is a much more respectable option.
Unintentional Consequences of Development: Just before Christmas we celebrated Alick's birthday and had some drinks. Alick is a big fan of the shitty, awful, terrible way to sugary wine called Autumn Harvest that makes its way to our village from South Africa. However as far as getting people drunk it does the trick. Well after a glass or two I couldn't take it anymore so I poured some of the very strong orange juice concentrate into the wine. They were of course appalled at my action for ruining the alcohol. I objected and encouraged them to try. Predictably they loved the improvement and asked what we called this magical elixir back in the states. I thought about it for a moment and went with "Mimosa..I guess" Then everyone raised their glasses and shouted "Mimosa." I thought nothing of this. A few days later I'm walking through the center of town/village and a few guys stumble out of the bar (this being around 9 or 10 am, and when I say bar, I mean empty falling over building with a few benches that looks like a place where child abductors take their prey tie them up and molest them) and shout "mimosa" at me. I laugh at the hilarity of it, but now everyone is drinking Mimosa's and raising their glasses to me most days.
Encounters: The other night the power was off (naturally) and I woke up at about 2 am and really had to pee so I stumbled in the dark without my headlamp down to the bathroom and started to relieve myself when I heard a noise behind me. Now it's completely pitch black, but judging from the sound of the movement I already know that there is a snake behind me and I start to freak a bit. I decide to cut the pee short ( a painful process I'm sure you all know) and decide, because I am trapped inside this small room with nowhere to go, that my only option is to jump over where I think the snake is and then run like a school girl back to my room. I managed to do this but decided that it would be cowardly and not nice to leave the snake there for the next victim. So I throw on my headlamp, alert the guard grab a log from outside and head back in. The snake, once illuminated, proves only to be a foot and a half long, and really not all that intimidating, but since it could be poisonous and all the guard and I beat the shit out of it with our logs well past the point that this snake could possibly be alive. That's right I beat a snake to death.
I think this is enough for now, but other notes of significance are that I have lost 30 pounds, blinded myself for a week (i thought it was permanent) while trying to clean my drinking water with chlorine, and that I am running a trade school, which is ridiculous but fulfills my white man's need to assert authority over these dark skinned savages..........kidding
Living Situation: I spent my first month and a half here living in a whorehouse (it was a guesthouse but run by women who well....you can finish this on your own). Then I moved in with a friend who works at the hospital named Mukuka (MukAka means "stupid" or "lacking knowledge" and I accidently called him this for about a month until I found out I was pronouncing his name wrong) and our other buddy named Alick. There were 3 grown ass men living in a place about the size of the cinema at 421, not cool. ALick is a farmer and half the week would stay at the farm, the other half when he was with us, he and I shared a bed. Now I am in another guest house that is letting me live here for free because of the work I do. You may wonder why I dont get a house of my own. I have wondered this as well, but the community refuses to allow me to live in one of the clay mud huts with the thatched roof. Apparently putting guests up at the whorehouse is a much more respectable option.
Unintentional Consequences of Development: Just before Christmas we celebrated Alick's birthday and had some drinks. Alick is a big fan of the shitty, awful, terrible way to sugary wine called Autumn Harvest that makes its way to our village from South Africa. However as far as getting people drunk it does the trick. Well after a glass or two I couldn't take it anymore so I poured some of the very strong orange juice concentrate into the wine. They were of course appalled at my action for ruining the alcohol. I objected and encouraged them to try. Predictably they loved the improvement and asked what we called this magical elixir back in the states. I thought about it for a moment and went with "Mimosa..I guess" Then everyone raised their glasses and shouted "Mimosa." I thought nothing of this. A few days later I'm walking through the center of town/village and a few guys stumble out of the bar (this being around 9 or 10 am, and when I say bar, I mean empty falling over building with a few benches that looks like a place where child abductors take their prey tie them up and molest them) and shout "mimosa" at me. I laugh at the hilarity of it, but now everyone is drinking Mimosa's and raising their glasses to me most days.
Encounters: The other night the power was off (naturally) and I woke up at about 2 am and really had to pee so I stumbled in the dark without my headlamp down to the bathroom and started to relieve myself when I heard a noise behind me. Now it's completely pitch black, but judging from the sound of the movement I already know that there is a snake behind me and I start to freak a bit. I decide to cut the pee short ( a painful process I'm sure you all know) and decide, because I am trapped inside this small room with nowhere to go, that my only option is to jump over where I think the snake is and then run like a school girl back to my room. I managed to do this but decided that it would be cowardly and not nice to leave the snake there for the next victim. So I throw on my headlamp, alert the guard grab a log from outside and head back in. The snake, once illuminated, proves only to be a foot and a half long, and really not all that intimidating, but since it could be poisonous and all the guard and I beat the shit out of it with our logs well past the point that this snake could possibly be alive. That's right I beat a snake to death.
I think this is enough for now, but other notes of significance are that I have lost 30 pounds, blinded myself for a week (i thought it was permanent) while trying to clean my drinking water with chlorine, and that I am running a trade school, which is ridiculous but fulfills my white man's need to assert authority over these dark skinned savages..........kidding
Saturday, February 21, 2009
FIFA World Cup 2010
Hello everyone,
Today is now the third day that I have ridden this tidal wave of excitement that is FIFA World Cup 2010 mania. I hope you will join me in my anticipatory bliss. Important: TICKET SALES ALREADY BEGAN ON FEBRUARY 20 (FRIDAY). This means we need to get ourselves in gear and hesitate no more; we compete against all the others in this world who have money, an interest in soccer competition at the international level, and the means to obtain the same tickets for which we vie. Needless to say, that is pretty much everyone.
This post intends to address three things:
*Inspire jubilant anticipation about attending the upcoming World Cup finals in South AfriKa
*Inform those interested about my managerial interests in ticket purchase/orchestrating as large a group as possible to aforementioned soccer games
*Offer ways that you can lose yourself in this Tazmanian devilish whirlwind of foot sports
From the news source DW-World.DE Deutsche Welle: your link to Germany, here are a few things you should know.
"...ticket prices range from $80 (64 euros) for group stages to a princely $900 (715 euros) for the final..." The tournament "runs from June 11 to July 11 next year..." Brown Bear will be particularly excited to learn that these World Cup games will be the first finals held in the Afrikan Kontinent. Most importantly, "one person is allowed to apply for only four tickets per game for a maximum of seven matches. A ticket applicant may not apply for two matches on the same day. Tickets go on sale through FIFA's website www.fifa.org starting Friday at 1100 GMT." [6 A.M. Friday morning for those of you in the US eastern timezone]
I plan to personally apply for two different days. On each of these days, I will apply for four tickets. My hope is that I will get the four tickets for one of these games. If you are interested in joining me on one of these dates OR getting an additional game's group's tickets, perhaps we can communicate via this blog to orchestrate additional attempts at acquisition. Once I have chosen my games/dates and applied for them, I will post that information here. I am so pumped. I have already dropped this bomb of excitement on Big Truck Driva and G-Off. I couldn't contain myself.
For the news article I quoted above, go to the full news brief.
For the super zealous, go here to try to get some of your own tickets.
Today is now the third day that I have ridden this tidal wave of excitement that is FIFA World Cup 2010 mania. I hope you will join me in my anticipatory bliss. Important: TICKET SALES ALREADY BEGAN ON FEBRUARY 20 (FRIDAY). This means we need to get ourselves in gear and hesitate no more; we compete against all the others in this world who have money, an interest in soccer competition at the international level, and the means to obtain the same tickets for which we vie. Needless to say, that is pretty much everyone.
This post intends to address three things:
*Inspire jubilant anticipation about attending the upcoming World Cup finals in South AfriKa
*Inform those interested about my managerial interests in ticket purchase/orchestrating as large a group as possible to aforementioned soccer games
*Offer ways that you can lose yourself in this Tazmanian devilish whirlwind of foot sports
From the news source DW-World.DE Deutsche Welle: your link to Germany, here are a few things you should know.
"...ticket prices range from $80 (64 euros) for group stages to a princely $900 (715 euros) for the final..." The tournament "runs from June 11 to July 11 next year..." Brown Bear will be particularly excited to learn that these World Cup games will be the first finals held in the Afrikan Kontinent. Most importantly, "one person is allowed to apply for only four tickets per game for a maximum of seven matches. A ticket applicant may not apply for two matches on the same day. Tickets go on sale through FIFA's website www.fifa.org starting Friday at 1100 GMT." [6 A.M. Friday morning for those of you in the US eastern timezone]
I plan to personally apply for two different days. On each of these days, I will apply for four tickets. My hope is that I will get the four tickets for one of these games. If you are interested in joining me on one of these dates OR getting an additional game's group's tickets, perhaps we can communicate via this blog to orchestrate additional attempts at acquisition. Once I have chosen my games/dates and applied for them, I will post that information here. I am so pumped. I have already dropped this bomb of excitement on Big Truck Driva and G-Off. I couldn't contain myself.
For the news article I quoted above, go to the full news brief.
For the super zealous, go here to try to get some of your own tickets.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Night and Day
Hey guys! After my 2-3 week hibernation from life when I slept little and basically lived at school, now my exams are over (they resume in 3 more weeks...grrr). Yesterday I was completely worthless. I watched "There will be blood" and of course "the big lewbowski" and today I woke up at 3:30 pm. I will be going to UD tonight to tell the premeds about what med school is like (I almost don't wanna ruin the surprise ;) ) and saturday I will be going up to UD again to engage in some good old fashioned UD debauchery. If you are reading this and feel like you need to share in that saturday madness, please make your way to Disneyworld errr UD. Romanticizing the past. YEAH!
what I do on my lunch break
basically this; check and post on blogs, read and check out recipes, look at apartments (longingly), go to www.failblog.org and www.fmylife.com both of which you should check out and love and play on my ipod which is fucking sweet. That's all, I just wanted to post on here and maybe illicit what you all do on your time off...?
Oh, and Ravi, I have a birthday present for you... we will talk soon.
Holler,
JH
Oh, and Ravi, I have a birthday present for you... we will talk soon.
Holler,
JH
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
In the spirit of the Dayton Stock Exchange
So I was checking out my favorite online comic strip today (so I only read two, but this is my favorite) and it reminded me a lot of last year. Enjoy.
http://www.daisyowl.com/comic/2009-02-04
Remember to hold your cursor over the frames for bonus text.
http://www.daisyowl.com/comic/2009-02-04
Remember to hold your cursor over the frames for bonus text.
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