ASMR Coffee Hostel Life Travel VIETNAM

Days 4, 5, and 6 in Saigon: If: Will, Then: Way. Else: findwill

I am at an especially small cafe called The Note Coffee. The downstairs is where you order, and then you come upstairs and there are two small tables and a bar with six seats. From here I overlook Bui Vein street in Saigon. It is windy where I am sat, probably because the air is funneled through the tall buildings down the street. It feels good with the heat, but I’m worried about dust getting in my coffee. What can you do? I got the Vietnamese Egg coffee, and…holy shit is it hot. It was stupid of me to drink that. I just fucked my day up forreal. I took a sip of it and it’s so thick, and then it was like lava in my mouth and to reverse things would have been “making a scene” in small regards. I drank that shit like a pro but damn…I think I burned my esophagus.

This egg coffee is lit! but it’s weird at the same time. I’m sure I can get it in San Francisco, and I might do that someday. So about the blog; I downloaded the Tingles app for the first time last night, and holy shit! I am blown away by the number of artists on there, it’s so nice, bringing everyone together like that. Now, that also falls under the realm of competition for what I want to do…but I will proceed. I have already decided. I’m like $47 deep into this project, and that’s too far in to turn back. I look forward to the T-Shirts. I also look forward to the blog, but that will probably be the more difficult project.

I went to Hoi An with this guy Jared, twice. The first time we had coffee at Mia Coffee, and he had the egg coffee. He thought it tasted like regular coffee. This does not taste like regular coffee. That’s all I gotta say about that. The texture is the most different part though. Whoa the ppl next to me just got some dank looking shakes. Okay. My computer is gonna die soon, so I gtg, but I will edit and post this later. The time is 10:53, and that’s peace out from The Note Coffee in Saigon!

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The time is now 14:05 in Saigon. There are four girls at the check in counter of my hostel asking questions. Now they are pulling money out. The day is the same day, just later in it. After I left you I went to downstairs at Note Coffee, ordered another egg coffee, and then sat out front smoking cigarettes for a while. They brought me some clear, salty snacks to have with my coffee. They were a bit spicy so it went well with my menthol cigarettes, but overall it was too much salt for so early in the day and I didn’t finish them all. Within forty-five minutes I finished my coffee and hit the road, but while I sat there two different men came up to me and asked me where I was from and tried to sell me tours. They all had books that past customers had written notes in. The first guy showed me four travelers notes, and three of the four were signed San Francisco, CA. I was like wtffff but when I thought about it later I realized that folks from SF are the only ones that would be bold enough to jump on a motorcycle and tour around Saigon lol. Plus, it seems like I only meet folks from California out here when I meet Americans. I just tell people I’m from
San Francisco now. It makes me sound way cooler than saying Chicago, plus I don’t recognize with the Chi like I recognize with the Bay. I’m from Milwaukee obviously, but no one knows where that is. I used to think no one knew where Milwaukee was when I was traveling around America, but out here it’s literally like no one has heard of it. I’ve met one or two people who know about my home city, but that’s out of three or four-hundred.

Will has been in bed all day. He went upstairs to fuck this Canadian girl last night, but she tried to make him wear a condom so he caught some head and fell asleep. He said it was some of the best head he’s ever had, and even though he was drunk as hell, I believe him. The other day he was staying in a room with his now ex-girlfriend and he brought a different “bird” back and then his girl caught them fucking in bed. That dudes tragic, but I quite enjoy his company. He was talking about checking out soon and taking a bus to Cambodia, so I might be alone for the rest of my time in Saigon. I doubt I’ll meet another travel buddy, plus I won’t really be traveling, I’ll just be in one spot the rest of the time I am here. Probably not at this same hostel…but I don’t think I’ll leave Saigon. The only way I’m leaving this city is if I go to the island in the south called dao Con Son. It’s spelled with some accents above the vowels in Vietnamese, but if you Google that name I guarantee you can find the place I am talking about. Only one guy has told me about the island, and he said there was like twenty tourists there. I could use that. A little detox before I hit it back to SF and get retoxed forever lol. Okay. I am quite enjoying writing, but I am going to take another break from it. At least puff down a square, and then maybe edit this and publish it, or maybe write a little more. Then eventually I will go get Will and we’ll go upstairs. Gotta get some food at some point too. The time is 14:21 on March 28th, and that’s Peace Out!

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The time is now 22:33 in Saigon. Some exciting stuff is happening in my room right now. I don’t even think I should talk about it. Will was just pretending he was od’ing. It wasn’t that funny, but it was a little funny. It doesn’t crush up like what it should be, and why would it even be what it’s supposed to be? I’m gonna close it up for now.

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It’s a new day! I’m at this super cool coffee shop called “Goc Ha Noi.” I looked up good egg coffee online [which was invented in Hanoi] and found this place in the rankings. It’s right by my hostel and it opens at 07:00 so I had to zip over. It’s the tiniest most coziest little coffee shop you could imagine, and it is all three floors of the building. I mean it’s really tiny though, you’d have to be here to believe it lol. Real old school building, like the kind of thing I would only see in a museum back home, I can’t even lie to you. I don’t know if I’ve ever been in the third floor of a building that was this small before, especially in America. There are pictures relating to Hanoi all over the shop, and it’s actually quite cool…kind of like a museum forreal.

I got the tuna toast and egg coffee combo, so we will see what happens. She offers an avocado toast combo, but I went tuna. I will be happy with it, but tuna has mayo forsure, and then I got the egg coffee. All and all, that’s a lot of cholesterol. My table is a loom and I accidentally just made it move; made the foot pedal move. I sat on the third floor and I kind of feel bad about making the lady walk up three flights of stairs with my food, but honestly she’s the one that insisted I go upstairs to order. I would have gladly ordered and then come upstairs.

Last night was a crazy night. Will brought back this Irish girl, that I had actually seen around the hostel and not thought much of, but then when I got to meet her she had these crazy blue eyes, and it turned out they matched her hair; were why her hair was blue. Plus she was Irish with that Irish accent. So I was chilling with an English guy and an Irish girl last night, and I felt pretty worldly. Holy shit this egg coffee is so much different than yesterdays! I just killed my tuna sandwich too. It sounds like some other people showed up downstairs. This egg coffee is mostly whipped egg. Yesterdays was kind of layered. This must be terrible for you lol. Just a grip of whipped egg yolks on a coffee. Should just be serving espresso and whipped cream. I kid, I kid; and I’m not joshing on Vietnamese Coffee either. I like this. I would like to learn to make it. The lady [I read online it’s just the owner that works here, and low and behold it’s just one lady in the building] working just turned on some pretty good jazz music. This place is hella lowkey, but it’s good.

I’m still smoking cigarettes, and today I woke up feeling like shit about it, so I gotta do something about that. Suddenly smoking for a day became smoking for a month, and I gotta hop off the train. I’m gonna try today, but I can’t lie I’m thinking about smoking a cigarette right now. I’m so used to having something to consume. Even back in SF I would always be eating food or something. I can’t smoke in this coffee shop, which is okay, I can deal with that. OoOo I found some coffee at the bottom of my egg; delectable!

Góc Hà Nội

That was hella good. I am quite tempted to order another one. Just go all the way to the street and smoke a ciggy and then come back? Hmm…maybe not. I might save my oomph and go to a different coffee shop. Damn this smoking cigs thing. It’ll be easier in SF cuz not many people there smoke, unless I’m kicking it with the foreigners, but I probably won’t do too much of that.

This is becoming one of those long articles and I simply don’t know what to do about it. Right now I am thinking of leaving and walking to a different coffee shop while I smoke a cig, but then when I arrive at that other shop I will continue writing. What I need to do is edit and publish. We’re at about 1,800 words now, and that’s probably way over the range of what the average person wants to read when they come to my blog. Oh well. I’m really only here to practice writing, and I am starting to feel pretty good about it. I knew I was on the right track when I heard Jack Kerouac did the same thing; he wanted to be a writer, and all he knew was he should start writing; a lot. One time Gardner told me I would be a famous writer. I told him I wanted to start a business and be rich, and he was like “no, no, you’re gonna be a famous author,” and in fact I recall trying to defend myself, but he said I was too much of an artist. He might be right; if only I could embrace that fully.

Damn this place is relaxing. It would be a good place to write about asmr. I have been giving massive thought to this new blog I want to open. Either I am thinking about the blog, or I am thinking about good sex. Right now I want to fuck the girl in the bed above me. Of course I’ll keep you updated on that, but don’t expect too much. When I am not thinking about fucking that girl, or any other girl, I am thinking about making money and that falls back onto itself when I am thinking about asmr. I found this tingles app, and that is a game changer, but then what about the blog? I want to keep tingles accountable. A lot of the artists they suggest just have old videos sitting there collecting views. I suppose where I come in, is I help keep everyone fresh with content. When someone publishes a new YouTube video or a new Tingles video, I want to know about it. I think asmr news is the move for me. I think. I think i think i think. Too much thinking and not enough action. I am still writing these hoz articles instead of moving onto the new thing. That’s okay for now…but eventually it won’t be. I’ve written one article, but one does not a blog make. Okay. We’re at almost 2,200 words now, so I am going to jet outside, have a smokey smoke, and then maybe go to the cafe down the road. I’m reserved at my hostel until Sunday morning. We shall see what I do after that. Okay! Peace until soon!

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The time is now 08:57 in Saigon and I am back at ToGo coffee. I was here the other day. I am in fact doing the same thing as the other day; listening to some T.I. while I write this. I was so stoned that I ordered a banh mi on the way over here, and that was just stupid. I already ate that tuna sandwich, and now I am superbly full. Not a good way to start the day. Now I’m listening to “Amazin” by Young Jeezy. I am also smoking a cigarette. I actually bought a pack of cigarettes! Again! I am so terrible. I mean it’s not like I’m drinking again, but I am quite disappointed in myself for smoking again. Plus I’ve been hella lethargic in Vietnam. I should be out trying to get it in with the many women visiting the city! I don’t really like getting stoned and sitting around so much, but it consumes me; I let it.

So many. I have had so many story ideas pop into my head the past couple days. I was sitting in the lobby of my hostel yesterday, it was a hot and sticky afternoon as usual in Saigon, and I was sitting across from this girl. I thought about walking up and talking to her for quite some time, but I didn’t, and then she received a phone call that went on longer than I stuck around for. She laid sideways on the loveseat, her head propped up using her hand and elbow. She had a pillow covering her ass so no one could see it. I We will never know if she has a nice ass or not. Like I said, I thought about talking to her, but I never did.

As she laid there on the phone, she twirled a small purse round and round. First it she would wind it up for a while, and then she would let it go and it would spin fast as hell before coming to a halt, giving a half spin or two the other direction, and then stillness. She would start the process over again. This went on for maybe five minutes. I was really only looking at the purse because I wanted to look at the girl, but it seemed too creepy to sit there and stare at her [duh lol], so I stared at what she was doing instead. We made eye contact a couple of times. That’s the closest I’ve come to getting laid recently.

Sooner or later I am planning to go to the war museum with Will, and we are hoping to find two ladies to go with us [he just messaged me and said he is going 5 hours north, so not today]. I am excited to go. I don’t feel like I know very much about the Vietnam war, but I bet I know more then I think I do, and I will find that out at the museum. Sort of related to that, is the Hippie movement. I’ve noticed how much of a world-wide term “hippie” is while I’ve been out here traveling. People used to called me a hippie when I was younger, especially back at home, and I would always deny it saying I wasn’t a hippie, but you know what? I am proud to call myself a hippie these days. I fit the shoes well, I would say. I fit the stereotypes, but I also have the gumption to tackle real conversation, and that’s hip as fuck, right? I consider, in a large sense, San Francisco to be my home, and even though I have not been a member of the SF scene very long, I feel like the city would be proud to have me representing it during my travels.

I’m smoking another cigarette now. We’re coming up on five pages! Whew! That’s too heavy lol. I am pretty sure I already edited the very first section of this article, but I will probably re-edit anyway. At this point I am just rambling, but I feel good about it as long as I am producing somesort of writing. I think about the Beat writers a lot. Laurence Ferlinghetti just had his 100th birthday the other day and there was a huge celebration at City Lights Bookstore, I saw it on Instagram. I wish I could have been there, it would have been cool. Either way though, I need need need to read some of those Beat authors. Especially if I’m making an effort to make my writing to popular in San Francisco of all places! I should at least know the history of the area which I represent. The time is 09:23 in Saigon, and I almost feel like I am running out of things to talk about. Almost…

I just messaged Kalen on IG about the asmr blog. I asked him how I should choose what to write about, since there is so much to write about, as it is such a new subject. I mean seriously. I know there is a business to be carved out in the asmr realm, but I want to do it right the first time! Research research research is the key, I know it. I really want someone to work with on this project, and I will find that person. I will. Maybe it’s Kalen, maybe it’s not. It’s probably not Casey, that’s all I know.

It’s SF all over again. It’s early af, but I’m so whacked out on coffee and blazed that I don’t know if I am going to have a very productive day. Right now all I can do is sit here and keep writing, so that’s what I am going to do. It’s getting to the point where I am not looking forward to editing this beast, but I gotta do it. I gotta! Soon I need to get into writing stories. Once I get the formula down, it will be easy to just go with the flow. If I could sit down at write this much, but have it be for a fictional story? Well that would be the move. Just keep going and going and going. I know I’ve got it in me, I just need to figure out the formula. I want to start with short stories, and then move into producing full length novels, but we shall see what road life takes me on. When I first left America I told everyone I was going to India for 6 months and I was going to write a book, but if I were to try it again, I would probably come to Vietnam. I haven’t been to Mexico yet though. I want to go to Mexico City and see if that would be a good place to write a book. It might be! Plus it’s legal to smoke in Mexico now, and that is something I want to tryout.

My mom and her boyfriend need to move this summer, something about the landlords son wanting the place. My mom wants to buy a house, and Vern wants to buy a condo. I think he has most of the money and will therefore be the final say in the purchase. I always think buying a house is the better move, but then again I have never owned a house, so I really can’t say. I was hoping that I would be able to talk Vern into investing in real estate with me one day, but that is still far down the road. It could easily be 10 years before I purchase my first piece of land or house, and after that I am hoping it will have an exponential effect and I will be able to keep purchasing real estate until I am old and with a long grey beard.

Ha! So let me tell you about this experience Will had yesterday. These ladies; see when you are walking down some of the streets in Saigon, these ladies try to pull you in to come get a massage, and I mean sometimes they are really touchy-feely. Of course we were wondering to ourselves if these places are happy ending massage parlors. Well, yesterday, Will went and got a massage. He got an hour long massage, and he said it was nice and relaxing with soft music in the background and everything, and then halfway through she pointed at his dick and said “You want that massage?” and he was like “Sure, why not,” and then the women said 900k Dong and Will found himself dealing a negotiation right in the middle of his massage; he said it wasn’t very relaxing lol. So he talked the lady down to 500k. She left the room [Which had 9 other empty tables. He was alone.], came back with a second lady, pulled the curtain around Will, the new lady pulled his dick out, oiled it up, and got to work. The lady who was giving the massage just stood there and watched. He said it was a bit awkward as the massage lady was staring at him as he’s getting wanked off by this other lady. So in about two minutes time he came, into the air and all over himself, and then he had to pay for that service right there on the spot. They wiped the cum from his chest. The first lady went back to massaging him. This was about 14:00 in the afternoon yesterday. He came back and I was kind of taking a nap, and he was like “Bro, I just had the craziest experience,” and I was whoa’d af when he told me that story. Thought you might enjoy it too. I am thinking about going to get a massage before I leave the city. If I do, I’ll certainly tell you about it.
We’re at page 6 and about 3,900 words now. I’m doomed. When is the point of no return? I used to publish these really long, rambling articles and I was not sure anyone liked them. Oh well. I do what I do. One things that motivates me to write at this point in my life, is that if I ever do write anything successful, a small group of people will probably seek out and read this blog, and I am writing not just for myself, but also for that small group of people who enjoy my later works and want to see where I started. But that’s like the plot of The Terminator, because if I didn’t write this blog now, maybe there wouldn’t be any later works to read, and then none of what I mentioned above would be valid, or even make sense. Time is weird, but I sure am happy to be experiencing it.

Damn! I took a photo at that Goc Ha Noi coffee house this morning, and the photo already has 43 views! That’s hella good. Cool. I’m almost at 1.1 million views on my Google Guide photos, and every photo has “” as the caption. I feel real good about that. The condensation on my iced coffee has been gathering below the cup, and it is now getting pretty close to my computer. I might have to switch tables…or get a napkin, but I think I would have to go downstairs for that, and I don’t think I am going to go downstairs. Yup. I’m switching tables. Then when I sit at the new spot, I’m gonna puff a square down.

Okay, new table. The time is 10:00 on the dot [not that I don’t always state the exact time], and I should really edit this article or things are going to get out of hand. So here we go. Gonna edit, and then publish, and then head back to my hostel and take it from there. Peace! [Finished editing the writing. Onto the pictures. The time is now 11:58 on March 29th, 2019 in Saigon, and that’s a big PEACE OUT!]


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Day 18, Morning

I am literally waiting for my website to load so I can post my writing from yesterday titled: Day 17 In Da Nang. Ferocity. I actually just made that title up right now, but I am going to move forward with it when the website loads, lol. Ferocity…it’s what I quest. To be ferocious about life in 2019 is to be exiled from the past. The future is here! I don’t know how much different shit is going to get, but I know it’s going to change fast, and everyday.

I was talking to this guy staying in my room at the hostel, Chris, and he is a nice, tall, lanky white guy from South Africa. For those of you that know Sacsha at the Green Tortoise in Seattle, this gentleman kind of reminds me of him…in a way. Carefree about life, but also very hardworking. I know Chris is in town to teach English, and he told me he works six days a week.

Last night I asked Chris, seemingly out of the blue, if he had ever owned any businesses. He told me yes, he had owned 2 businesses and been partnered in a restaurant. We talked for some time about his past in business, and then I whittled my t-shirt idea right there in the air in front of him. I think he liked it. He told me I had a good idea. He also told me to make a budget, and to work hard, and to never give up. I gathered that his father might have some money, but that also means his father could have taught him a few things. I listened to what Chris had to say and I took it all in. It’s interesting to meet the many individuals from across the globe that come to Da Nang, but Chris turned out to be especially cool.

There’s a tiny dog across the street taking a poop. That dog seems to enjoy pooping over there, I saw the dog do it alone last night…but now I see it these people working at the hostel that just leave the shit in the middle of the sidewalk! Ha! It’s crazy now that I’m really thinking about it. She just watched this dog take a shit on the sidewalk, and now she and the dog are walking back into the hostel. I almost step in that tiny shit everyday! I never put it together until just now that that shit is this tiny dog’s tiny shit! Wow…I am staying at the most savage hostel in the neighborhood. I respect, but I can’t say I would do the same.

The time is 07:44 in the morning here in Da Nang, and I am stizzoned like usual. I have been getting lifted everyday here and it’s…pretty lit, I can’t even lie about it. Da Nang is my favorite place I’ve been on this journey, and it’s pretty damn westernized where I am at [am I a wimpy traveler?]. I live by mostly western style restaurants. Like Factory 43 Coffee that I am probably going to go to in 20ish? minutes. That shit would not survive in Laos. Not even in the capitol city I don’t think. Vientiane was large, supporting a lot of people, and there was  Common Grounds coffee shop there which was really good, and really turned out to be one of the best cafe’s I’ve been to on this trip. 43 Factory is maybe the most modern place I have been though. It’s got to be only months old, it’s so damn clean in there. It’s in a less dense area of the city than downtown too.

I can get so much writing done in one day…I will have written a whole page in just a moment here, and I’ve been writing for about 45 minutes. Do I really like writing? If I do then I need to do it more often, but with more focus. I need to write about asmr! See I should post this article, then write some asmr content, and then I could even write a second post later. I could have that all accomplished by noon, forsure. Editing takes a while I guess, and with these post’s I’m just fucking rambling, but with the asmr content, my focus is more exact. I can’t lie, I actually did write my first piece of content yesterday: My Top 3 ASMR Videos To Wake Up To. Is that a good title? Too cheesy? I am trying to produce highly-edible, easily digestible content, that still carries weight as merit is there. I will produce a few more articles and then see what I think about posting them. I could post the content on hoz to see how it looks. I need a program that I can layout a blog post on. Right now I just use word and then the editor within WordPress. The WP editor is generic, I would say. Plus, I am just editing words. Like now.


ASMR Coffee Travel VIETNAM

Day 17 In Da Nang. Ferocity.

I just got my Burundi Espresso at 43 Factory Coffee, and either I just love espresso, or I love this Burundi espresso. I haven’t drank very much espresso in my life. Damn this place is nice, and even the outfits they wear are hella flattering. The girl at the counter gave me 15% off on my espresso this time and I feel real good about it. This is the second time I’ve come here today, but damn it’s just so good I can’t stay away! Okay…it’s not like that good, but the atmosphere is nice, and they have air conditioning, which is the victory maker. Don’t tell anyone but I brought Oreo’s with me today…and I plan to eat them at this coffee shop! Should be interesting. I don’t know if I am allowed to eat other food in here. In most establishments out here no one is bothered; if you’re spending money it’s not a problem that you’ve brought items with you. This place I’m at right now though is high class. Okay. I just took my first bite of Oreo. It’s strawberry flavor, what you got to say about that?

I wrote a long letter to Kalen today talking about possible business prospects. I didn’t send it, and in fact when I am supposed to be editing it and finishing it, I am writing this. Damn this espresso is so good…anyway. I think I know what to do in regards to money…I need to save some money, to invest some money lol. I wonder what kind of money I’ll really be able to save in SF [I talked to Kalen and he believes he can save $1000 a month, and his room is a buck too]. It could be substantial, but I also don’t want to work myself to death. However I also think now is the time to start this business, and so I will have my cake, and sell it too.

I suppose my tax money would be a viable source, except that MAC’D has not given me my tax documents [UPDATE! My tax docs are here!]. I should actually double check on that again. Although I will be back 3 days before tax day, so I might be able to get it sorted. I’m going to end up eating all these Oreos. Okay. The atm was out of money today, so I’m just chillin…I can only go places where card is excepted. Okay! I am going to look up about my MAC’D tax docs, and I am going to edit that letter to Kalen…then edit this, and post and send…and then hopefully get some real work done! [I sent the letter, but it’s 07:21 on the 18th, and I am only now finished editing this article].


ASMR Coffee Hostel Life Travel VIETNAM

Day 15. Two Weeks in Da Nang!

Yet another day in Da Nang! I really like it with the exclamation point. It was something I came up with upon my arrival and I still like it. I was so giddy when I first arrived to this city; the first few days were beautiful, containing majestic adventures. From forward things became plain-jane, but I wasn’t arguing with the lifestyle. Now I am officially exhausted. I chart course to move on from Da Nang soon, possibly tomorrow. From here I will go to Hoi An, and I am excited to do so. After that I am not sure what my move will be. I heard about this music festival in Hanoi, and honestly I’d love to go, but that is far more traveling then I planned to do. I really feel like I should venture to northern Vietnam, but I am not sure I will make it on this trip.

I just received an espresso with fucking banana smoothie on top. It’s so lit. I definitely have banana smoothie in my mustache, but I ain’t complaining. It’s a little more than I really wanted in a morning coffee, overall; probably a lot of sugar, but I was so enticed by it on the menu, I just had to try. There is quite a bit of banana on this thing, and since the banana is cold it cooled the espresso down, and so it’s not exactly what I was hoping for lol. Okay…I mixed it all up! and now I really don’t feel great about it. Imagine, literally, a hot espresso, and now pour in cold banana milkshake and whisk it; that’s what I have in front of me. I give this Kafe two high-fives on attempt, but the execution here has something to be desired. I got this thing from Bro’s Kafe, in Da Nang. I haven’t even properly had their coffee! So I can’t even tell you if it’s good. Wow. That was fucking crazy that I just drank that. I am going to…order another one.

Just kidding, I ordered an espresso this time. I also moved to the Kafe instead of sitting at the hostel, because the lady is sweeping up the front area. This cafe is pretty popular and I have been slowly embracing it. I started with a sandwich one day, and a fruit yogurt the next, and now I’m a custy. I actually had lunch here with my friend from Germany. Good times those were. He said he’s coming back to Da Nang next month, but idk if I will still be here…since I was just talking about going south in the last paragraph. I could always go to Hoi An for a week and then come back here, and then go south. It would be better to give myself a boost on my schedule though. I’m getting caught up in the good life here in Da Nang, and you know what? I don’t feel like I have earned the good life yet, and that in turn if I settled for the good life now I would feel like I didn’t hustle hard enough in the future. [I am actually smoking a fucking cigarette while I am editing this, can you believe that! It started with the spliffs, spliffs everywhere! and then I wanted to do it myself. Then I just wanted something to smoke one day, so I ripped the filter off a cigarette and then smoked it…makes me feel like I’ve not gone back to the traditional habit that way. I’ve smoked like 15 filter-less cigs at this point. Once I leave Da Nang NO MORE SMOKING!]

I am reading this article from Viper Chill about the future of blogging. I feel that I could be at a pivotal point in my life [although I often feel this way] where if I really give my all to a blog, I might actually be able to walk away with something. What I give my all to, that matters a lot to me. Recently I have been considering ASMR, and I talk about all of that in the article prior to this one, but now I am considering the nomadic life vs the urban life, and I am considering ease of monetization and I am considering what do I actually like doing. I have come to realize I need to do more research, and in fact, I think I will take a break from writing this article while I read some of the one cited above[it’s pretty long, I’ve yet to finish.]

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The time is now 18:03 in Da Nang. It’s almost dark, and I am at Surf Zone. If you have been in Da Nang in the last two weeks you would have been able to catch me at this bar, as it is the bar next to my hostel, and they are chill and let me cool out here. There are two dogs, Aikido’s, and there are two cats, or kittens if you would because they are so tiny it’s incredible. There is actually a video here of the kittens playing, the most recent thing on my YouTube page. I can’t believe I moved right into this neighborhood full of expats, and all I did was choose a hostel on I didn’t pick at random, I picked a spot that looked good on the map. This place was close to the beach, and the area was a highlighted urban section on Google Maps; the price is only 75,000 vnd per night, which is just over $3. I arrived in Da Nang on a Friday, so this must make it exactly two weeks.

I sit here and I write, because otherwise I know not what to do. I can’t imagine being a writer one-hundred, or even forty-five years ago. The pen and the typewriter? Fuck that. This is easy. I always hold the pen to firm, you know? I hurt my fingers in the process. Strain the muscles. I can’t imagine the typewriter because I make a lot of mistakes, and I’d have to white-out a lot of shit if I used my current style with a typewriter. I wonder if it would be better for my writing, because I would be spending more time writing each thing, so I would be more exact. Then again, I produce so much work with a keyboard I think it’s like comparing apples to paintballs. Only children use apples.

There is a DJ from Japan performing here tonight, and where I am sitting now should theoretically be boppin in about 4 hours. Right now it’s dead, but it’s only getting dark now. I…kind of think I just saw one of the resident dogs eat another dogs poop. No good. I am pretty blind, so I can’t really tell, but it looked like he was sniffing another dog while that dog was pooping, and then I swear I saw him eat something off the same spot. Okay. These mosquitoes are killer, so imma go somewhere else quick. Peace.

Okay, I went to Le Petite cafe up on the corner. I am the only person on the premises, except for the workers of course. I wonder if they were about to close or something. It’s only 18:30 now, and they aren’t supposed to close until 22:00, so I would guess no. This place doesn’t exactly sell ice cream, but they have blended drinks that are pretty good, and I consider it ‘getting ice cream’ in my head. Today I got the ‘mint cookies’ frappe. There might be milk, but there is no ice cream. I think there is ice.

After this I will get some proper food, but I wanted to finish this article, and then post it, as well as an additional one I wrote the other day. It’s a little crazy I have been in Da Nang for two weeks already. Two weeks. Poof! Gone. My mint cookies dealio is here. Oh shit! It’s pretty good. This place isn’t the cheapest, but it certainly doesn’t fail me.

I guess that’s it. I should wrap this up. Got a lot of editing to do, and all I do is sit around all day and think of what blog I want to start. But I want to start a new blog, I know that. Okay…I will leave you with that.


ASMR Hostel Life VIETNAM Working Hard. Hardly Working.

Day 14, I’m still here

It’s March 14, and that’s basically my 14th day in Da Nang. I arrived February 28th at about 4:30 in the afternoon, and have been basically chilling in the same place the last two weeks. It has been refreshing. At first I was in love with the place; the beach, travelers, locals, and just a general sense of activity here in Da Nang, especially as I am staying in a very touristic district. My hostel is only 5 blocks from the beach.

A new idea has budded in my brain, and I have been very excited about the prospect. Yet, as I sit here, I wonder if I am doing the right thing. This is a reoccurring feature of my life. Always wondering if I am doing the right thing. I was thinking about writing a blog about asmr, but the more and more I think about it the more I reconsider. Here’s what I do know: I want to dedicate myself to a purpose, and I need it to make money. I also know that if I am true to my purpose, I will find success. Do I watch asmr videos? Fuck yeah, a lot. I think I would find success if I write a blog about it. However, I can’t get away from the opinion I have of myself which prevents me from moving forward at this time, and that is my belief that any purposeful blog I write has equal opportunity to be successful.

I stumbled on this morning, and it’s a blog! I found it because the first reference relating to the world of asmr was made on a forum by a person with the handle: okaywhatever. However, the website I found today I don’t think is related. It is an interesting blog however! It kind of reminds me of what I do here at HeartOfZeus. The person from OkayWhatever seems to just ramble, and we all know I am always down for a ramble.

So here’s what I conclude. I want to start a new blog, and I want it to be successful. I am going to pay people to do the stuff I can’t do, which might include some work on the computer, but it could be anything. I have diverse interests, and that is making it hard to decide what to blog about. For the last week I have been thinking blogging about asmr as the answer to my problems. Today I considered writing a blog about blogs. Tomorrow I might consider a third option. What will I end up doing? Gotta stay tuned to find out.

What I can tell you is: I bought a plane ticket back to the states. Woo! Right? I leave from Ho Chi Minh City on April 12th at 05:00, and I arrive 19.5 hours later at 10:30 in San Francisco, on the same day. I have spent a long time looking at flights, and in the end I don’t think I got that good of a deal, but I also don’t think I over paid. I dropped about $460 on a flight that has a 4.5 hour layover in Hong Kong, and I am flying with Hong Kong airlines. My other option was to buy a flight from Philippine Airlines and fly through the Philippines, which had only a 1.5 hour layover, but I decided to go with Hong Kong. The price was the same, and I think Hong Kong will have a better airline. Plus, I get to gaze upon the vastness that is China. From a distance, yes, but I am still proud to say I (will have) had a layover at the HK Airport.

The time is 14:14 here in Da Nang. So we know I have about a month left in Vietnam. We know I need to go south, and so I will probably decide to skip the whole northern part of the country this time around. That is rather sad, because a man I met named Greg (also happens to be from Wisconsin) told me that I should definitely go north to appreciate this country properly. Whichever direction I go, I am happy to be traveling Vietnam. First things first, I am going to take a Grab (owned by Uber) to Hoi An and chill there for a couple of days. From there? I don’t know! I will have many days. I was supposed to have a whole three months here, but impatience got me again and I’m leaving early! Granted, if I want to change my airline ticket it’s only $50, so I could really change my mind if I wanted, but I bet after 4 more weeks away from home I will be extra ready to go back.

I am excited to travel America. Not how I have in the past, but for the purposes of money! If I find out I can make more money in NJ, for example, I am just going to go there! In the future, I am just going to go where the money is! That is one reason I think this blog thing might work out for me. If I can get it rolling a little bit, and if I can sell some t-shirts to generate even a little extra income, I will be able to keep on the road, and in all honesty I think I need that because of my…habits…It doesn’t feel devilishly out of reach though! staying nomadic. It’s okay to want a life that isn’t static, I know this forsure! So as I move forward with my longg talked about monetary development, I will not shy away from doing what makes me happy, but also avoid that which plagues me.

I am going to research headphones sold in Vietnam online now, and then maybe do a little more research about shopping because I get 2 free checked bags with my flight and I might consider bringing some stuff back with me. I will edit this later. Peace!


ASMR Coffee The Art of the Market The Unstuck Travel VIETNAM

Days 6, 7, and 8!

There are many things I can do with my afternoon. Today, I went out to lunch twice, the second time the result of a brownie blunder. Now I am sitting at the hostel bar eating bananas. Life is good. The only question I can’t seem to answer is: What’s Next?

The English teaching demo turned out to just be an interview. I was disappointed in that, but also quite relieved. Sitting here now, I can’t even imagine a universe in which I taught that class. On the real of things, I am a little bit too nervous to be a teacher, I think, at least for young kids. First of all, I talk (and talked [during the interview]) too fast. It’s not the most impressive gig I could imagine, at only 1.5 hours per week, but if she calls me back about it I might consider it. I have thought it might not be fair to the kids, right? To only stay for a couple of months and then leave. Yeah, that about sums it up. But with just that small of a schedule, it doesn’t seem like a reckless a proposal…

“The bananas are quite good and I shall continue to eat them,” said the man eating bananas. He then reached for a forth banana, breaking a fourth wall in the process, and supudlling his scrumdittlyumpities about. He gazed gloomily at the wreckage of his scrumdittlies. “Fuck.”

I’ve been thinking about writing some short stories but haven’t moved into any execution. I am eating a forth banana though. I guess I have too many bananas. It’s bad to eat too many bananas because of potassium, right? They’re just so damn good! It’s not like I’m addicted to bananas. Stop looking at me like that.

My computer is going to die and I need to find a power source…so peace for now. I don’t want coffee and that kind of limits my options for places to go. The hostel has a plug in the bed, but the table situation is limited. I suppose there is a table…but I just like going out lol. I guess… So idk where I’ll be next…

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I am now at this cafe called Le Petite. I was here this morning with this dude I had just met, and we had coffee here. It was actually pretty good coffee, but it was strong af no joke. It was closer to an espresso shot in size though. It was more like…I wondered if they actually put the hot water in. Holy shit though, this milk shake I just bought is lit. It’s a little expensive in relative terms, but at 75k (about $3[the same price as my bed]) it’s pretty worth is for a milkshake. I might come here more often. I can just sit with my milkshake and write. It’s a little slow at Le Petite right now. Pretty soon, like a year or two, and I bet this place will be boppin with nomadic money makers from everywhere. I’m sitting here wondering if I should get in on that. I haven’t been so ravenously focused on my future as of recently, and I am instead trying to have a realistic look at things and make some logical choices. This of course takes time. In the mean time I am just trying to live the good life, day by day. This milkshake…which is actually more like a frappe with a scoop of ice cream on top, is really good. I am going to leave a good review on Google.

I met a woman today who told me she went to school for Jewelry Design and never used the degree. She is quite nice, and a very interesting person, but I believe her fastest way to make money and her journey lie in different directions. She will eventually fly to Australia and work out there. I have considered doing that very thing, but idk…there are so many things I want to do! I have considered it, because you can only get the working holiday visa to Australia until you are 30, and then its boom; tourist visa only! That’s okay I suppose. I want to run my own business asap, right? That seems to be the reoccurring goal. I am not considering a restaurant, but it sure seems to be what I know. (Anyway, I am saying the goal of opening a business will probable keep me glued to home in my 30’s.)

I want to open a business in America. I briefly gave thought to opening a business internationally, but that is more like a retirement goal at this point. Would I love to operate a business in Da Nang? Hell yes. but it’s more than that. It’s about a dedication of time. What do I want to be doing? Well, I already got the writing thing down. I have been practicing and I keep up with it, so now it’s the money. I want to make money doing something that challenges me, right? The options for working overseas for me right now are: writing online, which is a lot of work for a small about of money. Jo was lucky enough to land a good gig that will keep her getting 240 a month if all works out. That is enough to live in, say, Vietnam. She landed a pretty good gig. I can’t even lie about that…I just don’t know…I would rather make American wages while I am saving, but when I go back this time I am probably going to…fucking stick to something! I want to start doing something and get good at that thing, and I need it to make money, and then maybe I can write about it for extra money if that money is good also. Selling things online seems like the move. My and DL should really get down on that. Make like a million statues and sell them badboys…or something like that. I guess I feel like if I have an initial investment, I’ll be able to move onto better things directly from there. Going to college seems to be…the opposite of that. What would I have after two years of working fulltime in SF and saving as much as possible? Damn, it could be a pretty penny, right? Then again, with a four year degree from a UC university, let’s say I make it that far, what do I do with that degree? I could instead have 4 years of wages saved up. Okay. What is that? If I could save…$1000 a month, that’s 48k. That’s…probably enough to get a loan. Then what am I doing with this loan? I kind of think opening a hostel would be the move, but I feel like it’s a saturated market. Not a lot of tourism where I am from, so maybe I just don’t see the full potential…but I feel like all the good destinations already have a lockdown in that market. I need a new format, or a better idea to get big money, fast. I need to move online, forsure. That milkshake was dank af. Idk how long I have been chilling at this cafe now…maybe 30-45 minutes, closer to 30 probably…I kind of wanted the drink to last longer than that, but I’m chillin either way.

Hmph. I am going to write a review about that amazing milkshake I just had on Google, after I save this document of course, and then I guess I am…going to hit the road? It’s 18:23. I could do many things, but what I’d really like to do is chill on a couch and play with my phone, but all I have is a hostel bed to chill on. Seriously.


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It is the following morning and I am writing to you from 43 Factory Coffee in Da Nang! Vietnam. I think it looks nice with the exclamation point! at the end. This must be what Hawaii is like, that’s kind of how I feel. Now, I’ve never even been to LA, much less Hawaii. So don’t just go believing what I say, but someday I will go to Hawaii and perhaps will touch the topic again. My Oolong tea has just arrived. I…just took a picture of it. I also got a brownie this morning, and I made an actual effort to lay off coffee! I am proud of me. I did forget to brush my teeth though…life is crazy. I guess I am trying to switch over to more of a tea platform. It will be better for my heart in the long run. The brownie is for continuity. This coffee shop has good brownies. The tea is also good! Hoorah. It’s not like you get a pot of tea, you get a strange chemistry-class like container and a separate cup. Always. I got a ceramic cup today, but normally the drinking cup is ditto when you order the coffee. Sometimes when I write a sentence, and I read it over, I feel like I purposefully evaded a proclamation suitable of understanding.

There are many things to be done on this Wednesday afternoon, and so I think I might go to the beach and forget about them. The beach here is great. It’s long af, and it’s not too busy. I was told it gets even busier in the summer, but also it’s hot af in the summer. I would consider coming here when it’s summertime. Maybe I would be interested to learn to write in Vietnamese? Hmm. I wonder how much it would cost to have my website translated into Vietnamese…it would be a difficult task I imagine. I have no idea how the language works, but I’m guessing some of my miracle shit wouldn’t make it over.

New Fame LLC was outsides kicking more freestyles last night, I awoke and heard them. I thought later on I’d wished I’d went out, but were talking 3 AM thoughts. The problem was that I had eaten 250 grams of cashews and eight bananas…or something like that. I wonder when I will see them again. I will probably see them again though. Damn. I can’t believe I missed a good chance to rap. Oh well. Things come, and things go.

It would be real easy to get stuck in this city. Real easy. It’s gotta 50’s American vibe. Everything was all good in the 50’s. I wasn’t alive, of course, but my grandfather tells me about it. Sounds like good times. Everyone is taking pictures here! on this side of the world, and in this cafe right now. Pictures af! Seriously. The selfie and photography game in Asia is strong af. I mean seriously strong. Idk what IG in China is like, but it’s gotta be lit.

The time is now 7:01 PM in San Francisco. I know this because my computer still tells the SF time. I have like 150 pages of writing written in this ‘long flow’ format, and I have yet to edit any of it. It’s all from while I was in San Francisco. What will come of that writing, I do not yet know. I kind of have this dream I will someday get an editor for it, but I still want to go over it myself one more time, and that’s just going to take a while. I would have so many more posts if I had edited and published all that work, but at the same time I wouldn’t have the same words because time management doesn’t work that way. I am almost finished with my brownie and tea. I still plan to hit the beach today, mostly because I want to try out my scarf as a towel. The ends of the thing aren’t tied into knots, it’s just a bunch of loose threads. The scarf was made on a loom. That’s pretty cool, I don’t know if I’ve ever had any loom gear before. That would be a cool brand name. Loom. I wonder if Fruit Of The Loom would sue you. How long before you think suing is a worldwide thing? Right now I don’t think a lot of countries have complicated lawsuits, but I could see a future where that changes.

This 43 Factory Coffee is so futuristic, it’s crazy. I really like the long tables made of a single, solid piece of tree. They are a beautiful touch to an otherwise cold room upstairs. I like the upstairs room, it’s where I spend the most time. There are these two ladies next to me just taking a grip of pictures. They’ve been going at it for 15 or 20 minutes now, oml. I suppose I better get to editing and publishing this piece of work, otherwise I might end up with another SFCF. That stands for San Francisco Cluster Fuck. That’s what I consider those 150 pages of writing I have…an SFCF. Okay, I’m going to edit now.


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It’s the 8th day of March and I am writing to you from 43 Factory Coffee. I am not eating super healthy since I’ve been here, but that’s okay. I came up with a great new idea! I bought a new website and everything, and now I am looking at hosting it. I really believe this is going to work, and so I will be conducting work in Vietnam until I leave. Hold me no more to these words I have produced! For if they do not come, know I am aware of it too. This is just a quick little post before I go off unto doing my daily tasks. I will be traveling to HCMC (Saigon) I do believe, in the future to get some of my tasks accomplished. I am excited. Let’s GO!


ASMR Cannabis Coffee Hostel Life Rambling Zeus Working Hard. Hardly Working.

Words from Beanstalk Cafe; Ashley’s Cafe. Post #89

Wow. So I am sitting in Beanstalk cafe, on the corner of 8th Avenue and California Street. A quiet part of the city: Inner Richmond. I was not particularly enjoying myself. The lady who works here is quite nice, and the place looks inviting; there is an animal pelt under my feet, gotta love that shit. But then somebody (it’s just two ladies working), put on Lily Allen’s Smile. I don’t know if any of you know, but I love Lily Allen, particularly her first album Alright Still. Ugh. The song is over already. I can’t even tell whats playing, but I know it’s some bullshit. It’s all bullshit. Apparently I don’t operate kindly when fueled by 3 hours of sleep. It’s sad but it’s true. Maybe I have some other problems in my life I need to work out also.

I was intending to write when I came into this building this morning, and as I sit here writing I am thankful my sour attitude didn’t last long. Jack Johnson is playing now, and I can get behind that also. I have money in my pocket today, where as yesterday I didn’t. I have $958.00. Which isn’t much, but it’s what I’ve got. I don’t exactly know what I’m going to do with it either. I have all sorts of useless bullshit I desire to purchase, and a new computer is at the top of the list (everything is useless bullshit today, just bare with me). I just overheard the ladies at the counter talking that this place has only been open for 2 weeks. I also happened to notice their Help Wanted sign in the window. I could start working at 7 AM over here, and that would be an interesting gig. I have never worked in a coffee shop before. Well, in between that last sentence and this one, I went and re-observed the sign. I do not think I will be applying to work here, or at any second job as a matter of fact. I just like being a broke piece of shit, what can I say?

Damn. I just realized I have a grip of shit I gotta get doing if I want to get anywhere in life. Even all the ‘hardwork’ I put into this site isn’t enough. This isn’t even hard fucking work! I just get stoned and write. I’m kind of excited to start traveling, I think spending a little less time around weed could be good for my overall longevity. Plus it might be getting in the way of hardwork. Instead of writing outlined, concise, and overall efficient pieces, I just generate bullshit. You’re reading night soil ladies and gentlefucks.

I am in desperate want to generate an information sheet for MAC’D. We definitely need one, but also I am hoping there is money in it. I would like to write an article about recycling. In California, we separate the Garbage, Compost, and Recycling. That’s a big thing ladies and gentleman! And do you know what is something really important I learned? In order to save the planet, we’re going to have to start separating our garbage, probably by hand. If you work at a business, it is your responsibility to dig through and separate the waste. It is now part of every job description when working in a restaurant. Everyone is going to be a waste management specialist. In both Seattle and San Francisco, responsible waste management is enforced heavily. Business’ that are caught violating the law regarding recycling are slapped with sizable fines. There is no machine (yet) to make things cheaper, or faster, or easier; you’re going to start digging through garbage; or were all going to die. Maybe, someday, everyone will decide to place their waste into the proper container. But until then the responsible, and moral, and educated will do what they can, and right now the most practical thing we can do is the degrading and menial task of separating garbage (eventually we’re all going to have to quit eating red meat, so separating garbage ain’t even that bad, really). I also see a future where humans, specifically Americans, spend less time working for private interests, and more time growing their own sustainability. If every family that wanted red meat had to take care of their own cow? Well I think that would do wonders to shirk our carbon footprint. Nobody wants to take care of a damn cow.

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I downloaded the app Headspace. Wisely, they decided to advertise at the beginning or ASMR videos, and since I enjoyed the gentleman’s voice; found it relaxing, I downloaded the app. It is currently reminding me to ‘Get some Headspace,’ which I suppose means meditate. I agree that maybe I could get some Headspace this morning, and so I am going to plug in my headphones, and listen to this Aussie talk for 10 minutes on the subject I have indicated I would like to improve with Headspace: Focus. Wow a whole page already.

Okay. So I just finished my second session on Headspace, and I must say I am still quite infatuated with the man’s voice; it is quite relaxing. He talks about the mind wandering often, and my mind wanders quite often. Even when I should be writing a good, solid review of Headspace, all I can think is ‘this makes me want to record some ASMR.’ Totally not the point of this exercise! We already know I am going to be writing about ASMR, and to switch to filming videos would be a change of pace I do not wish to occur. My scatterbrainedness can be seen in the fact that my articles have no organization or theme. For instance: the money would definitely be in writing a solid review of Headspace, and from the title of the article all the way through the body of the work, I would stay focused on the Headspace app. Instead however, I simply bury my half-assed talk about Headspace in the middle of an article about nothing. Real wise of me, right? Well anyway, I am going to leave the Beanstalk Cafe, and probably go to Jo’s house. Eventually I have to make it down to the Mission today, and then I work at 6:15 PM until about 3 AM. Should be a good time. Friday and Saturday are money making days for me, and I am glad to have the mornings off those days to get some work done as well.


I am writing from a place called Asian Box, which is Asian street food in a box. I just happened to be walking around looking for places to eat. I was riding the Neo with Jo. I had decided I wanted to exit on Fillmore…Holy shit there is this constant alarm going off at the restaurant I am in, it’s intense. New folks working here, just like at MAC’D. Clearly the alarm is not a normal thing, or they would have figured it out. Okay, its over. Okay, so my food came, and it’s pretty damn good. Asian Box is probably healthier than MAC’D. I’ll tell you though, the only reason to make a comparison is because they are both based on the ‘Build Your Own!’ model. Thusly, I assembled my own concoction. The ingredients are quite fresh. I do enjoy the food. If you go to Asian Box, it is highly recommended you get all the toppings. Of course that’s what I did.


I am writing to you from Martha & Bros. Coffee Company. My first impressions are so-so. I thought the staff was helpful and friendly. All their products are to-go, so I got a small coffee and the last blueberry scone they had. I am eating the scone right now. It’s a pretty good scone as far as flavor, but it is fluffy, and I like a high density scone. One factor that will play a big role on if I return to this coffee shop or not, is the fact that it is located in Noe Valley. I occasionally do some work in Noe Valley for Saloonbox (I load the boxes), but other than that I am hardly in the area. It is far away from everything else I have associated myself with, and it is one of the more expensive areas in the city. I am plowing thru this scone. It is quite good, I must say, but still the density lacks. At the end of the day, I guess I wish I had simply returned to my usual: Union Street Coffee House. I also have to work at 4:30 today, and the commute from here will turn out to be quite sizable. To be honest…since my coffee is in a to-go cup I am considering just packing up and hitting the bus back to the other side of town. The 24 would be the way to go. Damn. I just got here. But I am trying to kill a sizable amount of time, and I just don’t feel at home doing such a thing here. The time is 10:22 AM.

Well that was quite a journey, and now I’m at MAC’D. One of the owners, Chen-Chen, is in the office behind me. I am waiting for food. I left Martha & Bros coffee, hit the 24 bus north on Divisidero, got off at union street and sat in the Union Street Coffee Shop for a little over an hour looking at surface tablets on the internet. I drank only one cup of coffee, but the caffeine content must have been high; I’m pretty jittery. Afterward I decided to come in to eat at work because, well, I like the food. Also I can write and chill out for a little bit before I start my shift. Today will be a bit different, in that I will be cleaning for a couple hours before I begin a night of expediting food to hungry customers. I am really beginning to settle into my employment at MAC’D. I enjoy the all the tasks I do, and I really feel like I am contributing to the world around me, in a way that can also benefit me.

I am sitting here thinking of all the ways I can make money. Let me tell you, when you can make money off of a popular project, and the money you make doesn’t deduct/take from the profit of said project: you will be doubly rewarded. It is in this spirit that I write about MAC’D. People are already going to be Googling my place of work, right? Why not give them the opportunity to read a blog written by one of the MAC’D employees (me, duh)? I believe folks will find me when they search for MAC’D, as my website will show up in the Google results. From what I have researched about SEO and appearing in Google results, creating original content is key. Beyond that, we all know Keywords will always be the ‘key’ to people finding your page, maybe even moving on to Key Phrases nowadays. Perhaps vocabulary size will be taken into account? I just write, and in my writing I mention where I am, or who I work for, or where I am traveling, and I simply trust Google to present my website to the proper interested parties. What I am getting at in the end is: I think there is money in writing about MAC’D. I think writing about my work will increase both of our reputations, and in the end, that which I write about MAC’D will be of value and useful nature in the future, maybe even the far future.

That’s it for me today. I just ate a full bowl of MAC’D, and damn, I’m full enough for two. Now I will go clock in and work a solid 8 hours. I need the money, and am happy to catch the hours. The time is 1:58 PM in San Francisco.


In contrast to how much I had been hitting these keys, I haven’t written in quite some time. After comparing the above writing to my clock-in times on Homebase (the app MAC’D uses for for scheduling), I have come to the conclusion the last time I wrote was Monday. I clocked in two hours early to do some cleaning that day. Then I worked Tuesday from (roughly) 4-10, and when I got off of work I took the bus over to Jo’s house, and after a little bit of discussion, followed by a research binge, we booked one night at the Days Inn in Monterrey, California. Since my last writing I have: Seen the first theater in California, visited the Monterrey Bay Aquarium, failed to stop at the Robert Louis Stevenson house, took a ride down Guadeloupe Canyon Parkway, and to wrap it all up I lost my In and Out virginity. I work at 6:15 PM tonight. But…

The time is 8:42 AM, and it is Friday in San Francisco. I am writing to you from Union Street Coffee House. It is still early, but perhaps it only feels that way because I only recently arrived at the coffee house. I awoke in Jo’s bed this morning, and I was well rested. As I age rest occasionally eludes me, even when I am vigilant about it’s apprehension. Today I woke rested, which is good because that rest has to carry me through until I leave work at 3 AM.

Already today I have scheduled an appointment to submit my passport application. Woohoo! I have long since been speaking of a lifestyle that requires leaving the county, but not until today have I commenced forward progression on the topic. Soon I will be able to travel the world, and I am sure I will learn some stuff. However, I have already decided I am, simply, going to write, so I will not worry about judgment and the evolution of my writing. To read my writing at 25, is to be listening to a 25 year old. Lest I be worried about how folks will compare that to my work of 10 years later! So as I make foolish mistakes, premature judgments, and write the inevitable folly that folks must write in order to grow, I maintain my constant vigilance, and I keep my emotions in check. I am just going to write, and try to get better. Especially when it comes to this blog; I am just going to write in a flowing sense. I just sit down, and I write what comes into my mind. For the future of this website, and for any books I will write in the future, my approach to accomplishing my goals may be different. Today however, I just want to write. Thusly, this is what you receive.


I am now at SPARC. All the 8th’s are 40% off, so I bought one. Smoking on some Pineapple. A 15% indica. I prefer an indica, but consumed copiously it can be over-cumbersome, you know? I have found that smoking on a low percentage allows me to smoke all day without experiencing any dramatic crashes. If you start your day smoking on some 29% Gorilla Glue, you got nowhere to go. Anyway, that is (almost) enough about cannabis. In the future I will consume less of it, simply because that is what life demands. By continuing what I do with the Heart Of Zeus Blog, I am choosing a certain lifestyle. I am a traveling writer. With that lifestyle may or may not come prosperity, and if I limit myself not to strictly a traveling writer, if I am more than that…well than I am simply doing what is necessary to manifest thy personal destiny in the modern day. But I’m probably going to keep smoking pot y’all.

After I leave here I am going to REI to get some more information on sleeping bags and traveling with them, and from there I am going to the Microsoft store to get some question answered, mostly about the Microsoft Surface. I need a lighter machine to travel with, but I also want to expand my skill set. I am going to end up spending some money, and in the end I will have a lightweight and efficient machine to travel with, and that will be my tool. Gotta keep my tool and my wit sharp, so I am going to learn what I can.


I am writing to you from Ashley’s cafe, which is in the neighborhood of Inner Richmond in San Francisco. Unfortunately I am experiencing the same problem here I experience everywhere else, in that the coffee has a very high caffeine content. Damn…I hate being disappointed in things. Alas, I am disappointed in this cafe. I said that last time I went to a cafe up here, and that one was Beanstalk cafe. One thing about the beanstalk cafe however was that the dark roast coffee was actually a pretty dark roast. Low caffeine is what I like, and it’s impossible to find in this city, but Beanstalk cafe provided. If you’re in Inner Richmond and you’re looking for a morning coffee, go Beanstalk. I hate to admit it, but Ashley’s cafe has reasonably priced food, and it’s pretty tasty. I am about to finish my breakfast sandwich.

I work a double today, and I am happy to be getting the extra hours. What is no good is that I did not plan very well, and now I am stuck with having to run around before my shift starts at 11 AM. The time is currently 7:33 AM. So I am going to work the register at MAC’D for 6 hours, then I get an hour and fifteen minute break, and I will finish the night with 9 more hours working the expediting position. The one dilemma I happened to overlook is: my sleeping situation. I am not entirely sure what my plan for the night is yet, but I have stopped in this cafe to figure that situation out, and so far all I’ve done is write these two paragraphs.


The time is 5:22 AM and I am at Lori’s diner on Powell and Sutter in San Francisco. I am very tired. I have been brought here by an unfortunate series of events, the telling of which I may be to weary to partake in. The responsibility can be held partially by me, in that I am refusing to pay for 2 nights at a hostel, wherein any usual circumstance a guest would be very much required to pay for both nights; it is 5 AM, and check in isn’t until 3 PM. However being as I am Chris Buckley, I can do no such thing: paying for two nights. And so I left, and now I am at Lori’s diner.

I worked 16 hours today, and I am refusing to drop an extra $56 for sleep. I wish I could redirect this shrewd-stubbornness into forward motion, but so far I have not figured out the secret. My, oh my. I ended at Lori’s diner because Pine Crest and Jack in the Box didn’t have outlets. This place has an outlet. I’m sitting at a triangle table, and I am facing the door. There is an old style radio to my left, and the clock upon it is stuck at 9:23. But the music! It’s all oldies, and the genres seem to differ greatly. It’s chaotic, especially right now at 5 AM. I sit here in the diner, and I am pondering my return to the Adelaide. I had visited a different hostel, HI in Fort Mason, earlier in the night. They gave me the same story, that I could not check in until 3 PM, but that is pretty much what I had expected from Hosteling International. When I lived in Seattle, HI and City Hostel were the main competition of Green Tortoise. I met many a folk that stayed at both; I was a simple tortoise dweller, and only recently was I force to come out of my shell. Anyway, the gentleman at HI was accommodating to the degree in that he did not ask me to leave, which was nice; remember I just showed up with a couple of bags at 4 AM. I called Adelaide Hostel from HI and came to an understanding with the man on the phone. Upon my arrival to Adelaide I immediately redirected myself to the Dakota Hotel, attempting to save four dollars. This is where things take a turn for worse. Sadly, a young women was working there, and apparently she is behind my abhorrent refusal. Not only was I told the 4 dollar price difference did not exist, I then had to leave the hostel and seek refuge in this diner. I have eaten food, and now I am full and sleep. I know not what I am going to do. [As I was editing this I realized that I did in fact know what I was going to do. And so, in the end, I went back to the Adelaide during a time the owner was present, and he allowed me to check it early].

The time is 10:33 PM, and I am at Adelaide Hostel. I was given privileges to check in early, and I am grateful for that. Everyone should stay at the Adelaide, and of course we know the Heart Of Zeus philosophy that is If You Can Wit Your Way Into It, Smitten It Was [I had just made that up, I’ve never actually said such a thing].

I am sooo fucking tired of carrying this HUGE HP Pavillion dv7 around. I really think in the next day or two I will be purchasing a new laptop [never happened]. I look around me here, inside the Family Room (as I will call it) of the Adelaide, and I forsure have the largest laptop in the room. If there was anything I learned from my short but wonderful time in Texas: Bigger is always Better. Alas, I am much to crippled to be lugging this titan around, and the HP must go for that reason. If I was in full health, perhaps I would carry this computer until it ultimately failed me. The case is however that I will reassign this machine, and the new user may be the one to accompany my long used HP to it’s death; it’s final departing days. I am selling the computer. I will first purchase a new computer, and then I will sell the old…my CD drive just popped out for no reason. That was really fucking strange. Like it just happened and I had to break off and talk about that shit. It’s a button on the side of the computer, and I’m all hands on deck with the keyboard. I smoked a spliff tonight and I am feeling that tobacco a wee bit. Those 10 years of smoking cigs did me no favors, and if anything simply ruined a good spliff life I could have lived. I spend a lot of time with folks from Europe, and they all smoke spliffs. Tonight I was simply given a spliff, so of course I chiefed that motherfucker. And now I’m writing. Omg lol, this was supposed to be a lil two sentence blurb, because what I really want to be doing is looking at laptops online, and I just wanted to write a small update. I intend to buy a new machine soon, and that means the next time I write to you may be from that new machine. Only time will tell, but I am thinking I want the device ‘sooner than already there’: STAT. I need small machine. What’s the smallest laptop? What do YOU think I should be getting? Will Chris make the right choice? Find out next time on:

Heart Of Zeus

The time is 1:35 AM in San Francisco, and I am at Lori’s Diner again. I was editing my above writing, because I have drunk too much coffee, and simply decided it was a good time to edit. However, just moments ago four police officers walked into the joint. It appeared that they meant business, although I had detected no disturbance prior. It has been nearly a whole minute now and nothing has happened, so I am concluding nothing is happening. Oh shitt two more officers just walked in. One got a menu. They must just be craving food. Interesting. Lori’s is definitely busier now (1 AM) than the last time I was here (5 AM), which was the only time I was here, and I wrote about it in this very article lol. Last time I had the Blues Burger, this time I am having the Lori’s Burger, which comes with sweet potato fries. I smashed the whole thing pretty quick. Probably not a wise thing, since I was interested in staying up all night, and then getting breakfast with Jo. I still intend to get breakfast with her, but perhaps I will catch a couple Z’s between now and then. We are going to have breakfast at Mama’s, which is a popular place in North Beach. I had never heard of it, and neither of us have been. Once I am there I will probably recognize the restaurant. I bet it’s expensive. Everything is expensive in the Bay area. It’s kind of excessive, but the money is also available to be made here, so what is to be said else on the subject? I am here. [I did catch some Z’s, and we ate at Pork Store Cafe in the Haight instead].

Yeah those cops are definitely just eating some food. Nothing exciting happened. I got the bill however. $20.39 Lame. But I am going to pay it, right? I do wonder what things will be like for me when I begin to travel. If money was no object, I guess I would just hop from cafe to cafe on foot, drinking coffee and tea, and staying an hour or more as I wrote from them all; or perhaps just surfed the internet. In San Francisco that lifestyle gets quite expensive. It is what I am doing right now. I already bought a $4 coffee at Denny’s, and I would have spent twice that if my friend hadn’t requested to have his coffee removed from the bill. I was taken aback when he told me his plan of action, although is it true that he didn’t drink the coffee, and also I am down with saving money. The waiter removed his coffee from the bill, and I saved $4. I couldn’t believe it. Definitely learning from Casey. He’s the dude I am going to have help me raise money. What are we raising money for? In order to sum it up rapidly, we are raising money for an independent blog.

Okay four of the cops just left. One of them was like “Gotta go commit crime asknfuiarenoie…,” he said more as he left, but the jist is that he was complaining, I think because they didn’t even have enough time to receive their food. Hmm. We shall see what happens. I’m texting Jo. She’s working the overnight shift at the Hostel. It’s been a good 5 minutes now and two of the cops have been posted up near the front since the other four left. Nothing else has happened. I think there was 8 cops in total, which means two probably have food by now. Okay. I think I am going to leave the diner now. The time is 2:09 AM in SF, and the date is…OMG it’s the got-damn fourth of July folks! Woo! Firework time! Although I know not where to find then. I work tonight from 4-10 PM though, so I might miss the firework show San Francisco puts on; if they put on any.


I am back at Ashley’s cafe. Besides Union Street Coffee House, it is one of the only coffee shops that opens at 6 AM. USCH remains my favorite place to write in the city (by a long shot), but this coffee shop was very close to me, and so here I am. One of the things I dislike about this place is the music they play. It is all very popular radio music, and sometimes I find it hard to concentrate because I am singing the songs. Come to think of it, I don’t even know if USCH plays music. Right now I’m listening to Hoosier. Fun Fact: I didn’t know Hoosier was a place until I met, and followed on Instagram, Parker Pickett, a friend of mine I met at the Green Tortoise. He’s in a band called Indian Old School, and from the pictures I’ve seen I bet they put on a good show. Now the workers of Ashley’s are playing ‘The A Team’, by Ed Sheeran. What a terribly sad song lol. OH! But now they are playing some…acoustic version…of You Will Be Loved, by Maroon 5. I can get behind Songs about Jane. Hmm. I never really considered what the name Jane meant to me until my grandmother passed, but now I realize it means a lot to me. That was her name. Jane Kathleen Armstrong, and when she married my Grandfather, Frederick Richard Kennard, well then she became Jane Kennard. She would remain Jane Kennard until her death. But the point of this is, I am now hearing and seeing her name how she would see it. I am more observant about the name Jane. Plain and simple.

Last night was hella busy at work. First off, one of the strongest kitchen assets we have, Skye, did not come into work. Realistically this wasn’t the end of the world, because one of our managers Eric was present and handled the situation quite well, albeit his level of fatigue was surprisingly high. I am not sure what the owner is asking of Eric as the General Manager of the the MAC’D empire, but like most people I meet, he is probably underpaid. I am still very much enjoying working for MAC’D. First off, it’s damn-good for my reputation. I am slowly realizing my innate alignment with pop culture is unavoidable, and MAC’D fits that bill perfectly; have you seen the viral video about MAC’D online? When it comes to pop culture: it is not that I desire to be apart of it, it is that I am a part of it. I have been molded intimately by pop culture. My mother and my grandmother both had a keen interest in the lives of celebrities. I never understood their interest in reading People, and Star magazine, but nonetheless I picked those magazines up too. I was always looking for the money, though. The people in those magazines are rich people, and that is what incited me most. Now I realize many of the people in those magazines are also hardworkers, and they have chosen to do a form of work they (mostly) enjoy. If only I viewed things as such during my youth. However, all of those years of having my mother and my grandmother intertwining their lives with the folks in those magazines, has brought me to a similar place. I am in the midst of choosing a career path that delegates my work to being popular, or failing.

I am just writing because it feels good, and I am well aware I am just writing about…me, basically; for lack of a better. Who do I think will be interested to read about my life? Who do I think will find my blog inciting simply because ‘it’s written by a pretty cool dude,’ ? Well, honestly, I am not so sure it’s everyday people. It might be a different breed of folks who enjoy my blog. Musicians, artists, actors, and public figures certainly fit the bill. Or should I say, there exists musicians, artists, actors, and public figures which would be interested in reading my blog, and I intend to find them, and I intend to introduce myself. The more popular a person is, and if they expose themselves to the world in the fashion a celebrity must, then the easier I can determine if they are the type of individual who would enjoy my blog. From afar I can examine their personality, then target advertise to them, and ideally they start reading my blog organically (remember I could have targeted them wrong, or maybe my advertisement just didn’t hit right). When a new reader to my blog is of a popular nature, then the hardwork I put in finding that reader will be exponentially returned to me, as they tell their friends and followers about my blog. Is that hoping for to much? I know that most people would say yes. Some would even find it presumptuous of me to…be an egotistical bastard? But let me break it down for you: first of all, my parents were never married. Second, my wit is exceeded only by that of my girlfriend Jo. Thirdly, an ego based on cleverness does not appear overnight, and remain standing; this is not Turkey.

I have talked about a whole lot of nothing so far today. Ugh. And I drank just a tiny bit of coffee, and of course I smoked a little reefer, and I am feeling a little scatterbrained. I do enjoy smoking weed, but it is quite annoying the effect it has on memory. I was not finished writing the above paragraph, but I lost my thought process as I refined a single statement over, and over again, eventually losing sight of the overall picture and my vigor to continue writing it. I meant to tell you that my ego is built of bricks formed by years of friendly encouragement, but I spent too much time seeking out a better word than ‘coddling,’ and eventually the whole rest of the idea wet to pot. Here I am; back to talking about nothing. I wrote this whole paragraph (so far) in the time it took me to write the final two sentences of the last one. I don’t even know. Sometimes I think being human is a curse, at least this late in the game. As my ole friend Corey told me once (and this statement has only gotten more true over time), ‘Freewill throws a wrench in my plans all the time.’ That how I feel. My life is as organic as it gets for a blogger in the modern day. My freedom is full and bountiful. Sometimes that gets in the way of hardwork and success, because I lack self-discipline and self-control. These are the things I hope to work on the most when I travel to India and South East Asia. In telling you about my goals, I am forcing some accountability unto myself. I think this is a good practice. The time is 8:02 AM in San Francisco. It is July 5th. [P.S. – I sat here in Ashley’s cafe and edited this thing (finally) right away, and now it is posting time! Woo! It is is now 9:28 AM in SF].



I Just Started ASMR Magazine

Welcome! To the temporary home of ASMR Magazine. If you are unfamiliar with ASMR, it is an acronym for Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response. Those who are familiar with ASMR, can usually agree to describe it as “a tingling sensation, usually down the back, but with the ability to extend into other parts of the body.” I am one who experiences the phenomenon, as it is commonly referred to. Spine tingles triggered by a variety of sounds and sights; my personal preferences in relaxation are strange, I promise you that.

It feels so long ago now, that my infatuation with the ASMR community commenced. MMXIII. Two-Thousand Thirteen. In these 5+ years, I have watched the artists grow in number, and considered strongly the perpetuating of my own videos. A lover of the arts, I did believe I was cut-out for ASMR videography. The day has not come for me in that aspect, but as you may have guessed by my writing to you, I have addressed my fascination with the medium of ASMR, and intend to partake, while taking advantage of my strongest skills. I believe there is a want, and thus a need, for ASMR literature. Right on time, and certainly better than never, I have arrived. A blogger, blogging about ASMR.

Just as I bought in a brisk action, I have today acquisitioned, as well as asmrmagazine the Instagram page!

If you have an interest in ASMR, please join me as I sprout forth my first venture in regimented print, and a whole-on larger task than I usually upheave. There will be laughter and tears. There will relaxation and tingles. There might even be Calvin and Hobbs references. HeartofZeus and ASMR Magazine are not one entity, but they are both my births, and thus I have accepted the responsibility of raising them both into maturity. They both also, at current, share as a home. You can expect updates on this.

Also, if my normal HeartofZeus content begins to slip away, DON’T FRET! I have not disappeared forever. Ideally, I’m working hard. God Speed to me.


ASMR Rambling Zeus Tarot

Awake for Tarot

It is 5:47 in the morning, and I sit on pavement of Bartol alley, taking in the sounds of the night. I was outside for the good part of an hour before I retrieved my laptop. My computer is on 7% and I am certainly not happy to find that out. I was intending to write for quite some time. Alas, I will produce a meager paragraph and put the machine away. What I am pondering out here at 5:51 AM is how to go about creating a HeartofZeus logo, and beyond that I would like my own font. I…got cut off because my computer died; it is now 12:36 PM. I didn’t sleep, I just futzed around on my phone. Eventually I will sleep, as I am human, but not until tonight. A semi-long stretch of conciseness this will have been, at the end of the day(s).

I work tomorrow morning at 5 AM for 3.5 hours. I wake up pretty early, and the shift is pretty simple, so I enjoy it; granted I am new to it.

It is now 8:38 on Monday morning. The Sunday morning cleaning shift went quite well, and the rest of the day had a similar effect. The city was however quite windy. I visited the Presidio for the first time. The wind got more intense inside the Palace of Fine Arts, I saw a cannon from the late 1700’s, and decided that one line of trees does not forest-cover make. The Presidio is 100% federal land. It feels like every other piece of U.S. Fed land.
Presidio would be a great place to film a horror movie.

Allow me to travel back a few days to when I began this piece. Honestly it’s pretty jumbled, right? For all intents and purposes, this entry is practical, as this blog is just me writing about whatever I feel like writing about. The night I began this piece, in the hour I sat outside before grabbing my computer, I read my tarot cards. I have talked about my newfound interest in the tarot in at least one other post; the article actually focused on ASMR (which I am going to talk further about to an extensive reach. In fact, I am thinking strongly of starting an ASMR blog, since I watch often and advocate strongly for its use in my daily life) because Tarot Reader ASMR made a video in regards to the future of my website! You can video that video here and the old post yonder. Watching her videos is a sublime way to relax while honing ones aptitude of divination; learning the cards.  ANYWAY! So I read my cards in that hour before I began this piece. I cleansed them (ask me how), shuffled em a bit, and flopped three over with the arrow facing me. I just flip them and read them, and most of the layouts I make up myself; that night I only had clean ground enough for 3 cards.

The Magician. Death. The Devil.

Okay so now I’m staring down at these cards for like 45 minutes. I deduced their meaning in my life pretty much immediately, and then sat and thought about how that made me feel, and how I should proceed with that very intimidating instruction. I am under the impression my tarot cards will tell you how to get exactly what you want, which is usually exactly what people want to hear; but that is all the cards will tell you, and it’s very superficial, and it’s rather like getting yelled at by a mentor over, and over again for not being all one can be.

So anyway, I just wanted to share that. I would love to hear how others feel about those cards, if they are familiar with the art form. I am now rather hungry, and either about to go to work, or look for work. Okay, I am going to look for work, as my boss just set me free for the day. I am hoping to find writing work, and expecting to cook food. Let us see how this goes.


ASMR Rambling Zeus

Cardi B tweeted about ASMR. #seriouslyunpredictable

Yesterday, January 8th 2017, I discovered that Cardi B tweeted about ASMR, and I have never been more pleased! This means big things for the ASMR community! To be honest, I have very many readers who utilize ASMR on a regular basis. I envision HeartOfZeus looking a little different than it does now. I would like to fit more content on the home screen, and a section for ASMR is how I intend to occupy some of that real estate

One major snag everyone has occurred in their life is lack of finances. I’ve found that owning a piece of intellectual property generates motivation to self-educate; parallel tendencies to entrepreneurship, these primal, acquired tastes. Take for instance my dilemma of revamping my website. If it was so easy, it would be done. The problem lies, for me, in the unforgiving and repetitive fork-in-the-road-task that is: deciding what the fuck to do next; I can either educate myself on making changes to my website, or I can pay someone else to make the changes for me. I suppose the honest truth: I never educate myself intensely on a subject in fear I will devote a hefty amount of time to learning something I don’t like. Am I afraid of commitment? Am I actually building my skillset right now?

I am not going to answer those questions. Instead, I’ve left a paragraph in the post script.

Chris B. 1/9/2017

As I sit and write; sit in my red chair and write, I have open behind my word processor: Grammarly. I keep receiving advertisements for it. I will say that I am by default put off by the entire passion behind Grammarly. When everyone uses the same system, things risk evolving to uniformity. A bleak yet wholly habitable future where everyone sounds the same and we don’t even fucking notice. I have not used the service, and don’t see myself utilizing it in the future. I do see the application for collegiate purposes, with side effects of a full on Google complex for grammar, which is disappointing since Grammarly may actually take the place of a teacher, if one lets it.