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.
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.
I am writing to you from Sinouk Cafe, and let me tell you it is not as good as Common Grounds. So if you find yourself in Vientiane, Laos, you are welcome to try out both places, but I think you’ll find Common Grounds to be the best cafe in the city, both in quality and bang-for-your-buck. Jo is sitting across from me looking up information on teaching English in Vietnam, as that is our next move. I have a real good feeling about it! Not so long ago…I quit drinking alcohol, and I told myself it would be worth it because if I didn’t drink I would certainly find success. So far, that has not come to fruition (I know what I like, and numbness is one of those things). Sure, I am able to travel and explore the world, which I undoubtedly couldn’t have done as a drunkard, but you know what I really want? Money. I want money af. So I am going to keep doing what I am doing, and part of what I am doing will now have been teaching English.
The goal, at least my goal, is to stay in Vietnam for a year. One year will do. I don’t need more, and I hope to not give up settling on less. Afterwards the plan…well it cannot be predicted. Life after one year in Vietnam would never be the same. and if I complete my free online coding camp? Well shit. I actually think I’ll be happy! I am happy right now, don’t get me wrong. Traveling with Jo, exploring the Earth, drinking coffee and writing. These are what separates the current model from the defunct Chris. but to have a career? That’s a different Chris entirely. I’m not going to end up dead or in jail, mom. I think I might actually do something with my life. I am pretty excited to start! First, I need to take a year and prepare the reins, otherwise I’ll end up cold and alone in this Iditarod . Can’t have that.
UPDATE: Literally just as I finished editing the above, Jo leaned over and told me to get a work permit in Vietnam requires a college degree. Fuck. So…we shall see. If I can’t get work in Vietnam that is going to be quite disheartening, and I have a plan B to go back to the states and work at a restaurant while I teach myself coding. Obviously though, I think I would find more success if I stuck to the original plan. Either way, we just bought 3 month visas to Vietnam yesterday, which we pick up in a week, so we’re going.
I am writing to you from Luang Prabang Bakery…in Vang Vieng. It doesn’t do that name justice! The coffee in Luang Prabang was quality. Okay, so it wasn’t quality everywhere…or even most places, but I spent a lot of time at Saffron Coffee and the coffee was just incredible. They do all the basics (Cappuccino, Americano, Latte…), but you can also order a French Press, or even a siphon made cup-a-joe! There’s a great article about Lao Coffee here. It is fairly surprising to me, but NesCafe is available everywhere here. I mean it’s literally on the menu board behind me right now, and it costs like $1.20 or something. I find it insulting that anyone would serve that stuff, but you can’t deny people when they find a good way to get to that money.
Recently I have been in contact with the owner of travelsizedrobot.com, which is just another travel blog, and in fact that’s why I reached out to him in the first place, because us travel bloggers should be united! I am not very good at making my page get to the top of Google, but I am good at making connections. I am not very good at monetizing…even with the connections, but that will change. If you write it, they will read; that’s what I believe. So anyway, I emailed him, and he emailed me back, just chatting about travel and whatnot. He has been a digital nomad for seven years, and if you are looking to get into that lifestyle I suggest you visit his blog here.
Jo is sitting across from me on her computer, and the restaurant is filling up. She just showed me her lesson plan for tonight. She is working with a gentleman from Tunisia on his pronunciation. He put an advertisement up on freelancer.com, and when Jo responded Jo got the job. It’s working out quite nice. She hasn’t gotten paid yet, but she’s only worked with the guy one time. He wants to do public speaking in America. More power to him. Today they are going to read a Robert Frost poem and work more on the general rules of phonetics. She has a Lao Coffee, which…really seems like it’s just instant coffee. Kind of a rip off, but we could be wrong! We could be wrong. Maybe Lao coffee just has that flavor to it. It does taste just like this other place I ordered Lao coffee, and I thought it was instant coffee there as well. But we had a pretty good Lao Coffee in Pak Bang, so I just don’t know!
Well, we are going to move on from this cafe and go to a different one in search of better coffee. Sounds like we are going to head to Cafe Eh Eh (spoiler alert! we didn’t), which we tried to go to yesterday, but it was closed at like 11 AM for some reason. When I get there I will finish this article, edit, and post the badboy. Lets hop to it! The time is 09:42 here in Vang Vieng, and the date is February 8th…big day tomorrow, because I am going to cut all my hair off it. and now that I’ve written it I really gotta follow through.
Alright, now we’re talking! I am writing to you from a place called Coffee Inn, right around the corner and down the street, and this place so far is superior in every aspect. First of all, the atmosphere is more geared for the digital nomad revolution, as there are outlets available, the coffee is reasonably priced, and the reviews pointed to a quality product. Jo is in the bathroom and they just delivered her Hot Americano to me…I am wondering if I should try it, but I will wait for her. Holy shit! Then my Hot Cappuccino showed up, and it looks out.of.this.world. It also smells as such, since who doesn’t like cinnamon. Yeah, this is defiantly the spot if you are in Vang Vieng.
Jo has pointed out that many of the places here in South East Asia seemed to be geared toward one ethnicity or another, and it is very true! At this shop, everything is written in Korean, and there seems to be…only Korean people here. The guesthouse we’re staying at seems to cater mostly to the Chinese. We stayed at this place in Chiang Mai called the Dutch Guesthouse, and there was almost strictly Dutch people there. Not strange, but different. This place has had the best prices of anywhere I have been. The Koreans and the Americans get along very well, and I am glad to give these folks my business. There is more than one reason I feel welcome at this coffee shop, and I will probably spend more time here while I am in Vang Vieng.
So I am taking this online class on web design and computer programming from App Academy. It’s a free class, which for some people is going to be the most important thing (myself included). I was certainly not ready to invest any money into a programming class, because honestly it might not be for me! But I am dying to add a new skill to me repertoire, and I’ve come to realize that pretty much any skill will mesh well with my ability to write. Programming seems to be the obvious choice. First, I have a lot of support in the realm of advancing my computer knowledge. I was introduced to the free class from App Academy by my friend Andy. I lived with Andy at the Green Tortoise Hostel, where he stayed for four months while he completed the in-person App Academy class. Let me tell you the story of Andy.
When Andy first arrived, I didn’t pay any significant mind to him because, well, I worked at the hostel and I only knew him as an individual I would see in the morning and at night, so I figured he was just there on business. As time went on I got to know of him, and I took to talking to him because Jo told me why he was staying at the hostel. He wasn’t there on business, he was there for the purposes of education. Andy went to university in Michigan (where he is from), and he studied science (I could be more specific, but I’m not writing his biography today, I am just trying to get a point across that he is a hard worker and interesting individual. Plus I don’t remember exactly what he studied). He graduated, and I am unsure if he worked in his field or not, but eventually he took to traveling. He spent some time in New Zealand where, if I remember correctly he met a Digital Nomad that was able to maintain his lifestyle by monetizing his computer programming skills. So then Andy took some free classes online and discovered he enjoyed programming. Fast forward a couple of months, and Andy is back in Michigan saving his money while working as a bartender (bartenders can make good money, if you’re savvy). He saves enough money to afford a $17,000 class from App Academy, which is a four month class, as well as the amount required to stay at the Green Tortoise for the four months the class takes place. Wow. Fucking WOW. Am I right?
Would you invest…let’s call it $25,000, in yourself? First, let’s cover a few bases. One: Andy had already completed a four-year degree from an accredited University. One thing I have learned about college as I have gotten older is that it’s less about what you study, and more about proving (to yourself, as well as your future employers) that you can complete a four year degree. College is hard. Most people can’t do it, and that’s all the more reason to complete a college degree! You gotta show you can fucking do that shit! Show that you can complete that four-year task! So Andy was already an individual who knew he could complete a college degree. I have not completed a college degree, and so I don’t think it would be wise for me to jump into a $25,000 investment in myself. If I found out I couldn’t keep up with the workload, I would lose out on a lot of money.
So Andy has his money, and he moves to San Francisco and he starts his schooling. Several months later I would start talking to him and become friends with him, not only because he is an interesting dude but also because we are from the same part of the country and subsequently share a lot of the same values. I saw him working hard, and it was obvious to anyone looking from the outside that he would succeed (although at the end he was almost out of money! Another success story that occurred on the edge of destitution). Boy oh boy, did he ever find the success he was looking for! At the end of his course at App Academy the company actually asked him if he would enjoy being an instructor of the class which he hadn’t even finished. He said yes, and the rest is history. He soon found his $25,000 investment to pay for itself, and he now lives in Oakland and is able to afford to travel and he is living his best life. Andy is in his early 30’s, if I am correct, but he looks a little younger than he is. You’re looking for some inspiration? Andy is your man.
When I was interested in learning about how to improve my coding skills (not that I have any to start) so I could have better control over my blog, Andy was the guy I turned to. I messaged him on Facebook and asked him if he could recommend any free programs for improving my use of the Java coding language (I just picked a language that I thought I needed to know, and that’s how I phrased the question). He told me about a couple resources, but the one that stood out to me was: The company he works for, App Academy, just began offering a free class on coding. The same class he took for $17,000 is now available online for free! He told me all four months of material is there, for free, and so you know what? I took the dive! I am not very far into the class, but I am enjoying it. I am at the point where I desire to continue my learning outside the class. Perhaps getting some books to read that will strengthen my chances of success with the free class.
Okay…that’s what I have for you today. The time is 11:04 AM, and Jo and I are going to go explore the city. It gets quite hot in the middle of the day out here in South East Asia, and we should really be exploring in the morning and working on our computers in the afternoon, but our minds just gravitate toward working in the mornings, and that’s how things have been going. Tomorrow I am going to apply for some more gig’s online having to do with freelance writing, and I am going to continue to take the free coding class. App Academy suggests it will take 12 to 16 months to complete the free online course, and so I am giving myself 2 years to really learn coding using this free tool. But if I could be making even 30k to 50k freelancing after I finish the class, plus having the control over my website I desire, I will be very happy. I am not on track to have a career by 30, but if I could code everything would be different. I look forward to writing more about this endeavor, and I hope as I progress you will see the results come through on this blog and website. I will talk to you all soon!
I am in Laos, and I am feeling pessimistic today. I ordered a cappuccino and the thing is practically all milk. You know, I wouldn’t know the difference between a good Cap and a bad Cap before I left America, but now I feel like I can certainly make the identification. So here’s the rundown for Luang Prabang: Saffron Coffee has the best cappuccino, and probably the best coffee as well. Also, a lot of the proceeds go back to the coffee farmers, which is nice. I read online that Mekong Coffee has good WiFi, and so I came here to stream the Superbowl as it is February 3rd, but my stupid VPN isn’t able to trick CBS and so they won’t let me stream the game because I’m outside of the United States. Fuck You, CBS. Anyway…this Cappuccino sucks. I ordered the large…and maybe they just take a small Cap and add double the milk in this part of the world? I mean if I order a large, shouldn’t two shots just be a given? Seems pretty much like a trick in my eyes, but I’m starting to see what’s going on.
Mini House (which is a restaurant on the main-drag) doesn’t even have real coffee, they just give you NesCafe. It’s amazing how often you can order coffee at a restaurant and get NesCafe out here, and by amazing I mean despicable. The first cafe I went to in the city was Dao Coffee, and so far it’s actually my favorite shop. It’s not as busy as Saffron, and it’s got quality goods. Plus the WiFi works well enough for all the tasks I have tried. Man…I’m literally sitting here drinking warm milk. It’s actually pretty gross when you want the bitter taste of coffee in your mouth. What else could I tell you about…Oh! The best omelet with rice (my favorite breakfast) can be found at this place called ‘Lao Coffee,’ if you search on Google Maps, and they only sell rice after 10 AM. I am not so sure I would order their coffee…it doesn’t appear to be a coffee shop, and in fact when I saw the sign in the building for Lao Coffee I took it to be a retired signage. I would venture to guess that they serve NesCafe there. So, anyway, that’s what I have for you.
P.S. The music at this place sucks a double dick too. This guy is just playing dance hits…and its 08:15 in the morning. Maybe you’re into that. You can read my review on Google Maps HERE under the 2 stars category.
I write to you from Khaotha Cafe in Pai, Thailand. I have not seen this many people with dreadlocks since I walked through Haight-Ashbury. Our journey from Bangkok to Chaing Mai, and finally Pai, has been an evolution of cultures the likes of which I had never expected. Bangkok was bustling with business and shopping, Tuk Tuk’s and pimps, flashing billboards and half empty shopping malls. Ayutthaya had history, and some decent coffee shops. Then I got to Chiang Mai and I found myself much more at home. The western world has certainly had an impact on the northern portion of Thailand, but if you ask me? That means the business’ are run better, both in regards to the quality of products and the quality of customer service. From Chiang Mai we decided we would go to Pai, and then make our way to Laos. We had been told Pai was a hippie town, but nothing could have prepared me for what I witnessed getting out of that van yesterday (a sea of dreadlocks and handmade jewelry).
To get to Pai from Chiang Mai requires taking a road with 762 turns. It’s famous, look it up. The van ride was terrible, yet tolerable. There is no arguing that the best way to get to Pai would be by motorbike, but if you want to come and don’t have your own transportation, taking a van (during the daytime) is a good option. The driver of our van flew through those 762 turns like a bat out of hell; like he got paid per trip, and not by the hour. We left Chiang Mai fifteen minutes late, and arrived in Pai on time. If you come to Pai by van, I would stay for at least a week to justify the extreme journey. I am just rambling now, probably because I am full of cappuccino.
Jo and I have decided we want to go to France soon, and so we have been writing letters to hostels throughout France attempting to secure accommodation in the form of work-trade. We are coming to realize it’s not going to be as simple as securing work at The Green Tortoise, where literally anyone can show up without identification and work, but we are still hopeful. First we targeted hostels in Paris, and now we are targeting hostels in Bordeaux. I will obviously keep you updated on the situation. At the present, I am thinking it’s time for lunch…or at least some sort of snack. Jo is writing in her journal a rather impressive amount of words…I wish I had the stamina to write that much. My patience is developing though. Remember, I am hoping to write a book, possibly several books someday, so patience is a must. I am getting there. Okay. I have no idea how many articles I have written on my travels that I haven’t posted, so who knows when you will see this, but I will try and get it live on my blog asap. Peace! Until soon. (I edited it right away! Nothing to it!) Post edit: The time is 12:56 and the sun is high in the sky here in Pai. The date is January 22nd. Last night was the full moon. Did you see the eclipse? We weren’t able to see it over here.
I am writing to you from The Dutch Guest House in Chiang Mai, Thailand. The time is 06:07 on January 17th. Jo and I have decided to post up here for a week, the Dutch Guest House, and so far things are turning out to be quite splendid. The owner is a Dutch gentleman, and his wife is Thai. Together they make a good team that maintains a vigilant front desk. The first hostel we went to in the city, which will forever remain nameless, had a plethora of workers cleaning and probably setting up breakfast, since that hostel has free breakfast. The sad fact remains however, that when we walked in at 07:00, they basically told us to fuck off and that no one would be at the desk until 10:00 (even though the sign said the desk opened at 7:30). Frustrated, we marched onward. It is noteworthy to add that we had a plan, as we had done some research on the 14 hour train ride from Ayutthaya to Chiang Mai. Dutch Guest House was always part of the plan, but we figured if we could cop free breakfast from the aforementioned nameless hostel it would turn out to be the better bet. Sometimes though, you gotta pay for hospitality, and as two hospitables ourselves that is what we have chosen to do.
We arrived to the Dutch Guest House after a short walk. From the train station we took a 50 Baht “taxi,” which was actually an overpriced Tuk-Tuk (which is actually just a fucking rickshaw) into town and laid low at the 24-hour Night Bazaar McDonalds in the city. The rickshaw driver kept asking us what hotel we were going to, and I said “no hotel, 24 hour McDonalds,” however that location repeatedly seemed lost on him and he dropped us off near the hotel of another patron sharing the rickshaw, a young lady who asked us to share the taxi in the first place, citing such a stifling low rate that I immediately became suspicious. When she was quoted the price of 50 baht she thought it could be split among patrons, but of course she was wrong. Thailand is one giant tourist trap forsure. The lady we shared the taxi with was very nice. I forget her name now, which is a shame, it was a very unique name. Jo and I told her to add us on Instagram, and I also gave her my email incase she was more comfortable with that mode of communication. She never hit us up. So anyway, she was from Spain, and she came with us to the 24 hour McDonalds to wait out the morning until she could check into her hostel. Apparently the idea of waiting out the night at a 24 hour establishment isn’t as popular in Europe, and actually, after discussing the topic with Jo, I gave thought that maybe waiting out the night at a 24 hour establishment is simply a Chris thing; an idea that hasn’t made the rounds in many places. Only time will tell. The Spaniard departed before us, but we soon followed suit. I forgot to mention the morning in Chiang Mai came with a welcomed chill, particularly after southern Thailand. I put my sweatpants on whist riding the train for the first time since Kolkata, and the second time wearing them in Thailand would be right now; I wear them as I type. The time is 06:27, and chill is extant. Still welcomed.
The mosquitoes are out, and I am not entirely happy about it. They come out at sunrise, and sunset. Guess what? They love hanging out in front of my computer screen. I have switched positions and am now writing with the computer on my lap. My back hurts often, and this morning it hurts from leaning over the table for the last half-hour. What to do today? What to do! Yesterday I wrote about how there was a change in the winds, and I’ll tell you it was not without merit. Jo has expressed increased interest in starting a YouTube channel, although I think we both don’t quite know where to start. After I wrote the article at Data-T, we returned to the Dutch Guest House for a short rest, which turned into a long rest as I read a chapter in my book Sapiens, and Jo killed time with two games of Tetris. Woe is the sad story of the creator of Tetris, I am sure you know it. Anyway; so we killed that time gaming and reading, and then we did a quick bit of research on where to have lunch. We found a place called Kat’s Cafe that has astounding reviews; 300 reviews maintaining a 4.7 on Google Maps. That’s impressive. So with a loose plan and open minds we took our leave of the Guest House and strolled into town, having a not-so-friendly conversation about the future on the way in. Two friends must pick up their swords now and then, otherwise how does one know their significance are remaining sharp?
We took a different route to the old city than we usually took, walking one street north of our previous choice. Many shops along the way, and many serving western food. We crossed the moat into the old city and found ourselves at Kat’s Cafe almost immediately after crossing. Crowd was there as well as price, so we decided to stay. By the time we left, the crowd had thinned significantly, so it turns out we arrived at the right time. We were seated
promptly and given time to view the large menu. Customer service is there as well, which is important to note because I found it few and far between in Bangkok. Slight discussion took place. The usual conversation of askingeach other what we might order, and then we ordered. Jo ordered the Chiang Mai Noodle and a Cantaloupe Smoothie, I ordered some kind of Curry that started with P and had peppers in the picture. We also ordered a Papaya Salad to share. The smoothie arrived first, followed by my dish, followed by the Papaya Salad, followed by Jo’s noodles. We dined, and we ate it all. Lunch of was good. Everything we ordered we were given the option of “spicy or medium,” and we ordered all three foods spicy (we were not given that option with the smoothie). My dish was the most spicy, followed by Jo’s noodles. With the Papaya Salad, I can’t describe that dish as spicy. When our food was finished we took our leave of Kat’s and walked across the street to a bookstore we had noticed while eating. Unknowingly, we walked into The Lost Bookstore. Oh boy.
Now, let it be known that the goods sold at this bookstore are of the kind I would expect to find back in North Beach, where long dead writers haunt the streets. Of course you can find classic novels on the shelves. You can find Kerouac too, and Burroughs. You can find books about drugs. You can go upstairs and find books in French, German, Dutch, and Spanish, or you can stay downstairs and find the small glass case of first editions and look through them, such as I did. You have a lot of options at The Lost Bookstore, and just based on their selection of books I am forced to call it one of the most, if not the most interesting bookstore I have ever stepped foot in. This bookstore I am speaking of is a necessity in this city. I would be unsurprised to speak with the keeper of time and have her tell me that TLBS is responsible for the direction Chiang Mai has developed. After all, the store has stood strong for 26 years. I know there is no such thing as coincidence, and although I am sure Chiang Mai was a cool place 26 years ago, it is most certainly more hip now. Make no mistake, TLBS has helped change the world. I saw it. I felt it. Okay, okay Chris we get it, you see all the cool stuff and we’re missing out by sitting at home! Ahh! but you haven’t even heard what’s best, is that I also meet all the cool people as well!
The gentleman who owns the bookstore struck me immediately with his character. I first asked him if he was the owner, following up with the question of could I film in the store.”As much as one can own anything in life,” he replied to the first question. It took me a second to soak in the statement fully. To the second question he said “no,” and specified his reason with respectable and necessary retort. I did not film, and honestly there is no reason to film. It’s books. Books change things. It’s what I am trying to do, in fact, and so to say I don’t understand the subtleties of a well written bit of text would be wrong. To say I sometimes forget my place, now that would be correct. So I didn’t film, but I did browse. I talked to the owner of the shop only little in the time I was there. He was busy, and it seemed wrong to disturb him. We did exchange a few words, and I was dumbfounded to find myself admitting that everything which left his mouth dripped with wisdom…so much so that in describing it, I am forced to be cliché. Jo and I spent a while in the shop, perusing both floors and eventually Jo decided to purchase one book. We went to the register. She paid. He departed us with a bit more wisdom, the most important piece…and then he gave me a fucking look. He gave me a look out of the corner of his eye the likes of which is burned into my retinas and I will not forget the look, much less the phrase. So after a morning where I had published an article citing my interests in moving onto the next step of things, I was forced to really think about what I am doing. I will leave it at that.
To write, or not to write? That has become the usual question. The time is 17:40 as I write to you from Grandparents Cafe in Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya, Thailand. Better known as simply: Ayutthaya. This city was the capitol of Thailand from “1350 until razed by the Burmese in 1767…”-Wikipedia.
I am texting Jo as I sit here, although I came to this cafe alone to maintain more focus on my writing. Sometimes I feel bad for desiring my own space. Not bad necessarily, but I do feel some type of way about it. I only will be spending a little time with Jo before my return to America, so it can seem wasteful to come to a cafe alone. There is a problem with my plans in that I still need to buy a plane ticket. Now I am looking at spending $400 instead of the $322 my ticket would have originally cost, and I would really only be leaving seven days earlier. That probably works out to the same amount of money. Next time I see a plane ticket I know is a low price, I am just going to purchase it.
Sometimes I wrestle with my emotions too long! I know I am over thinking my leaving situation to an extreme amount. To think that I am going to survive on $400 over the next 2 months is…seriously of concern to me. I have been talking so extensively about leaving in March…I just don’t know. Right now I am spending 45 Baht on a cappuccino, and honestly if money was no object I would order a second one. I am wondering what I should do for work when I return to America, more than likely San Francisco. I am highly considering sending an email to Adelaide hostel. I already wrote the email, I really just need to edit, and send it. If I spend $400 on a plane ticket…that is going to leave me with about $400 left to live on over the next 2 months. Will Laos be cheaper than Thailand? I just don’t know. If I were to decide to leave this month, before my visa is up on the 31st…I wonder how Jo would feel about that. It wasn’t my original plan, nor my secondary plan, but it is starting to look like an option. Right now tickets are $669 dollars to get back to SF on Japan Airlines on the 31st. Wow…that is such a huge difference. I bet I could go pretty far with $270 over here. I am definitely learning something about traveling by air, and in the future, I will be booking early!
The fact is that I am not totally broke. I have my stock in BPMX, which isn’t in the black yet, but I have come up from a significant loss of $1500, and not I am only down $1000. I believe if I can wait until march to sell I will be in the black, and I believe if I can wait it out longer that stock could really serve me will. It would be a shame if I sold in March, only to watch the stock rise to $0.50 or more throughout the year. There is also the risk they get booted from the NYSE if the stock doesn’t go up this year, and that seems like serious biz. I don’t want to lose it all. If my stock got booted from the NYSE it would turn into a long term investment realll quick if I decided to wait it out. I will keep reading the news every day. If the stock jumps to $1.00, I will sell without question. If it doesn’t… I am feeling like I might sell in March, and then if things are going well I can buy back during the summer months, or I can just leave the stock alone. The smart money is still in cannabis, but am I the kinna guy that has been busting smart moves?
So if I email the Adelaide and they accept me for employment in March, I would be pulling up to SF with a source of income, and a place to stay. I think I could stay with Casey and have it be chill, however, if I needed to stay at the Adelaide I could do that too. If I remember correctly I would spend a little bit more to stay at the Adelaide…and it might actually be nice to stay with Casey for a bit. I don’t know what his life is like right now, but I know I like chillin with that cat. We could catch up, and then hopefully start making some money together. I’d like if he would invest with me, not only so we could break bread together, but also so we both wouldn’t have access to our money and thus we would avoid doing anything stupid. Like getting high. Or getting drunk. I realized long ago that if I stopped drinking, it doesn’t matter what I do, I will find success. I still believe that to be true, and I believe the same could go for Casey. Beyond that however, it is still not as quick of a road as I want it to be. I am now considering going to Mexico. Maybe Casey would be a good partner to go to Mexico with? I can’t imagine traveling South America and Central America with Casey…might be a bad idea lol. Might be the best thing either of us ever do!
Next time I travel, I am going to buy a round trip ticket. I bet if I worked at the Adelaide I could take a round trip next year. There is also the subject of my father’s kids getting older, and I am wondering what his next move is. My brother turns 18 tomorrow, and I think he is setting himself up for success like no one else in the family has done, by being signed up for the Marines. Four years is going to fly past, and then I am going to be witnessing my brother gaining success in whatever field he enters. I don’t want to grow jealous of the life my siblings lead, and that is just one of many reasons I am making a hefty effort to pick up the pace of my success. I need to be patient. I need to have some consistency. I lived in SF for a whole year, and I really was all over the place. If I just settled into a living situation, I think the good life would make its way to me. First I’m working at the Adelaide…then I find myself a second job…I start investing my money wisely. I need a goal. Think I can make 20k in one year? Better yet, before the end of the year? From March 15th to December 15th, that would mean I need to save over 2k a month. It would be hella tough, but in San Francisco I know it is a doable feat. If Casey could replicate what I do we could have 40k next year. That’s enough money for us to open our own hostel. I am really considering opening my own hostel. I also want to live the creative life. I want to travel the world and continue my writing, even if it’s all just for my own desires. I do however believe strongly that if I could be owning my own hostel by 30, I could be living the good life by 35; spending a portion of the year traveling. I need to bust down the walls of hard work and find the field of prosperity! I know that I will. I just gotta put my mind to it.
Okay, I am going to head back to Sunrise Place now, the hotel Jo and myself are occupying, and so this article may not make it to the blog right away, but at least I wrote it. The time is 18:19 here in Thailand, and I am saying peace for now.
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 importantI 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:
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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].
The time is 6:37 AM in San Francisco, and the date is June 19th. I am writing to you from Union Street Coffee House. In between the HP Pavilion dv7 I lug around, and the Our Place Bar & Grill shirt on my back, there is a blueberry scone and a cup of coffee. The coffee is black, and I am quite enjoying it. I have a 9:30 AM meeting at MAC’D today, but that is not for over two and a half hours still, so here I sit, and I’ll be damned if I don’t write.
There is a girl at the counter. She ordered a latte with a triple shot of espresso.
In San Francisco many of the coffee shops do not open until 7 AM. The homeless problem is palpable, and the business’ which stay open at odd hours attract a destitute crowd. Depending on the day of the week one could associate me with such a crowd; ironically, I can link up with a cup-a-joe 24-7 in this city. Today is my first time at Union Street Coffee House however, and I will most certainly be back. An important factor in my judgment of USCH is the superior scone quality. The one I ate was fluffy, it was not too sweet, and the blueberries added that subtle freshness I have come to expect from, very precisely, a good blueberry scone. They also offer a currant scone, which appears to have a higher density than it’s blueberry counterpart. The gentleman working the counter informed me a Currant is ‘like a raisin but smaller.’ You can read about Currants here.
It was long ago that I fell in love with scones. The first scone I ever ate was probably blueberry, but I know for a fact it came from a place called John Harbors Coffee Shop in my hometown of Menomonee Falls, WI. My friend and former roommate Devyn was a long time barista at John Harbors, far before our 9 month stint of living together. My friends and I would gather every Friday night at John Harbors Coffee Shop, and can you guess what we did? Coffee & Cigarettes, you already know. I was a smoker of cigarette’s for over 10 years, quitting for 9 months when I was 19, and currently I haven’t smoked a cigarette since October of last year. That fact is besides the point, especially being that I no longer associate drinking coffee with smoking cigarettes, but forever, until recently, I did. John Harbors Coffee Shop played an important part in my growth as a teenager. I tell people I practically grew up in a coffee shop, and when those words leave my mouth, this is the coffee house of which I am referring. I have long been attracted to the idea of finding a quite cafe to write, and at the tender young age of 14 when those desires began to hit me, John Harbors was there to accept my dreams with open arms. My friends and I would play acoustic concerts on Friday and Saturday nights. Jeremy, the owner, would allow us to open for a paid act, or maybe he just needed to fill a spot sometimes. There was a time I was less concerned with the logistics of life, and so less questions were asked on my part. My group of friend’s was large, and the coffee was always free for us. Occasionally there was free food, but in contrast to the coffee, free food was not encouraged by the owner. Unfortunately there is no money in supporting the dreams of children, and eventually John Harbors went out of business. They made it several years, and since the overhead on coffee is so low my friends and I probably had minimal impact, still however I did learn an important lesson about money by observing the John Harbors Coffee Shop epoch. I was there with Deyvn, Jeremey, his wife Erin, and another employee; a women with long blond dreadlocks who’s name I believe was also Erin, when the restaurant close for the final time. We smoked a cigarette inside the building just for shits and gigs, but also because Devyn was bold enough to ask, and Jeremy was cool enough to say ‘Sure.’ Those were the days.
The time is now 7:52 AM in San Francisco, and I just took a poop in the Union Street Coffee House bathroom. I rate the poop a measly 4/10, but I rate the bathroom 8/10. It’s clean, it’s cozy, and you must ask for a key to obtain admittance to the restroom, providing for a secure bathroom experience both mentally and physically. Ugh. I still have a significant amount of time to fill with activity before my work meeting begins. This isn’t the end of the world, as I am enjoying my time here writing, however I should not consume more coffee, and at what point does Paying Customer turn to Loiterer? The older I get the more I realize: coffee has always made me anxious and a little sweaty. Nowadays I try to maintain constant vigilance in regards to that. I can very easily consume 4 cups of coffee before noon, killing time in a coffee shop, and that usually leads to me not feeling the greatest.
I just got a second cup of coffee, but this time, and for one of the first times in my life, I ordered decafe. I have yet to really dive into it; still hot. I also reviewed my first pay stub, issued from Square Pay, and I am disappointed to find I was paid $15.00 an hour, when the wage agreed upon at my interview was $17.00 an hour. I am disappointed to a significant degree, and while this morning I was in limbo about getting a second job, I am now all but certain it is the only choice. Since I can not receive direct deposit (I don’t have a bank account), I will eventually receive a paper check for $846.61. There was a point in my life where I may think that amount to be enough, but those days are behind us, and today I want more; tomorrow I will want more still. I want to gift Future Chris with as much money as possible, because I know he will appreciate that. Oh! I just remembered I need to apply for a passport, so that will be happening soon after I receive my check. Once I have a passport in my hands; my first ever passport, I will be able to manifest fully my daydreams of abroad travel and nightmares of entrepreneurial failure. The goal will be palpable instead of a simple blueprint. I will get on a plane and commence to cross the ocean. I have intentions of going to Wisconsin and visiting family prior to my departure. This all feels so far away, but if I want to maintain my constant vigilance in regards to the future, I need to work my arse off in the present; that is all I know.
The time is now 8:45 AM in San Francisco, and I am signing off. I am going to string this piece of writing together with the next, because that’s what I feel The Move is. I’m just going to play around on the internet until the meeting.
I am now writing to you from SPARC. I gave the gentleman who was next to me just moments ago one of my business cards, so Hello to you sir, if you’ve made it to the site, thank you for joining. The current time is 12:22 PM in San Francisco, and since I signed off around 8:45 I have: attended the first of two meetings (the second being tomorrow night) for my work, taken a shower, booked Wednesday night at the Adelaide hostel, and furthermore I have secured a future at Adelaide. Nothing is set in stone, but I believe you will be finding me there off and on until my departure from San Francisco.
Just had a long conversation with another gentleman at SPARC who happened to sit down next to me. Eventually the conversation came to my old neighborhood in Oakland, and he confirmed it to be called ‘The Lower Bottoms.’ I have known folks to mistake it for South Prescott. I often spoke of the Post Office next to my house in Oakland, and the man sitting next to me grew up in the neighborhood which that post office replaced. He spent his childhood on and Atlantic. The man has left SPARC now. We got deep in conversation about an abundance of things, and I am happy to tell he spoke joyously of life. There was a club called Slim Jenkins of which he spoke highly; summing up a lifetime in solemn As Is fashion. About the life of Slim Jenkins my friend said, ‘Ask anybody from the 60’s or 70’s they’ll know Slim Jenkins. After a while he moved to Jack London square, and then eventually he passed away.’ I wish I could remember the gentleman’s name with which I had discussed all this, but alas I cannot. He introduced himself by first and last name, and insisted I need not need to stand in order to shake his hand; a true and kind man I sensed immediately, much older than I, but of youthful soul. He has inspired me to trek to the library and seek old maps of Oakland. I then work at 4:30 PM. The time now is 2:02 PM in San Francisco, and I am signing off for the second time today. I am beginning to think I will string this post, #87, into many a piece of writing. I hope you continue to stay with me.
Woo! I have the day off from MAC’D! The time is 7:09 AM. I am at Union Street Coffee House for the second day in a row, and I am really starting to like the place. Good prices, great pastries (today it’s a blueberry bran muffin to die for. I love bran tho), and to boot they roast their own coffee right in the middle of the damn common area. I am occupying two tables very close to the roasting machine, and I have commandeered all three available outlets for my computer, phone, and spare battery.
My plans for the day are quite bare-bones. Eventually I will leave this coffee shop and probably head to SPARC. I have a reservation at the Adelaide tonight, and I am very excited to see me friend Guaz, a young man I shared a room with last time I stayed at Adelaide; a fellow traveler, and one of the many wonderful folks I have met from Israel. Eventually I intend to travel to Israel. I have stated before that believe Hebrew to be the most beautiful language, and I also respect it’s modern day roots. Now I tell you that all the people of Israel are nice and helpful people. The men are all required to join the military for at least two years, and if you run into them directly after they are discharged you will be meeting an Israeli high on testosterone: please hangup and try again later. All my interactions have been good, but the feeling might be different if those interactions had been that of a man hitting on me; that’s the testosterone rearing it’s ugly head. Guaz also happened to recognize me from the Green Tortoise, which accelerated our friendship. I had a slight inkling of meeting him as well, but we had spoken while I was flipping beds, and so I was probably hauling ass both physically and mentally. OMG, yall! I just saw my first batch of unroasted coffee beans. They are blond. The beans also must grow in size when they are roasted, because the blond beans this gentleman is feeding into the top of the machine are tiny. Obviously I have never given much thought to an unroasted coffee bean. Ahh…It really is a beautiful thing, The Present. Slowly, and then all at once: I gain control over my Monkey Mind and gather unto myself a greater tolerance for patience. When meditation becomes a healthy, repetitive part of life, the world around you starts to shrink until it fits in the palm of your hand. In a universe where everything is relative, and human emotions are safe not, maintaining constant vigilance in regards to that relativity is key. When your relativity is properly aligned, and you are not saddened by the ‘Virtual Slump’ which is commonplace in our society nowadays (a phenomenon brought to you by the internet), discovery of an unroasted coffee bean can be as exciting as discovering fire…5000 years ago. The time is now 8:01 AM in San Francisco.
The time is now 9:12 AM in SF, and I have migrated to SPARC. I have the vape set at 342 degrees Fahrenheit, and am about to grind some herb up and fill a bag with smoke. The bag is filling up currently. I’m inhaling. This is the first time I’ve set the volcano as low as 342 degrees, but I can still see smoke when I exhale. I suppose that means I could go even lower. I am smoking sativa, and I am not sure if that makes a difference; maybe sativa burns at a lower temperature. It is less dense than indica, but a grinder kind of evens the score.
I very much feel on track to accomplishing my goal of: self sustaining my writing. I am not doing any freelance writing…yet. I still might end up doing such a thing; I will probably be seeking remote work once I have left the country. MAC’D > Freelance Writing at this point in time. I should really get a second job in the city, but my overwhelming desire to write casts a grey-area shadow over the entirety of my free time. Am I using it wisely? Well, in this case, the end will justify the means. Anyone who thinks that is not a proper way to go about things, I am sorry to say I believe different. I am in the capitol representative city for Peace & Love, do not act as if I lack compassion. If you are led to such a conclusion, I ask you to ponder what kind of things I might have a passion for, and I will tell you it is not working hard to support other people. Unfortunate it sounds, but life is a tough fucking master, and you are just a subordinate meatsuit with a soul. If you are not vigilant, you will end up old and dwelling on the past rather than basking in it. If you’re under 45 and life seems easy, you’re doing it wrong. If you’re over 45 and life seems hard, you’ve been doing it wrong a long time. No one who can rise before dawn 360 days a year fails to make their family rich! Are we not in agreement? But damn, it doesn’t sound easy.
In 1953 there was born a woman. This woman was my boss for many months, and she taught me more about hardwork than anyone I have ever had the absolute pleasure of knowing. You will hear about her many more times here on the Heart Of Zeus blog, and her name is LP.
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LP was a rice farmer in Guangzhou, China. She arrived in San Francisco in 2003, and through a personal connection she gained employment at Golden Gate Bakery, serving some of the most sought after goods in Chinatown. 1 year after arriving in America, LP garnered employment at Green Tortoise Hostel, where she continues to work. Last year LP purchased a house in San Mateo that includes additional property she can rent out; the house is beautiful, I saw pictures. Her children are doing well for themselves, and her grandchildren are well on their way to success. Kelly speaks Chinese and English equally well. LP’s mother is 97 with all of her faculties in working order. An extensive history of hardwork has determined her defaults, and they make for a respectable individual with many facets. Rice farming is not fucking easy. I recently read a book titled Outliers, and at the end of the book author Malcolm Gladwell talked a lot about rice farming. I found it quite ironic how my reading of that scripture aligned perfectly with my swelling respect for LP. She still rises before dawn 360 days a year, and she has made her family rich. The time is 10:29. I’ve overstayed the SPARC 30 minute allowance. My bad.
The time…wow, I almost was gonna say ‘is getting repetitive,’ but then. poof. I realized that is impossible, and a devastating oxymoron. I haven’t always stated the time before I’ve started writing, but as of late…well you get it, I be talking like I’m just fucking sitting there, chillin like a criminal, on your couch telling you about my day. When I move past #100 the vulgarity might simmer down a bit. And I’m not even that bad, let’s get real. But still, I desire to have a wide, wide, wide audience. I think everyone can enjoy Hosteling, ASMR, Hardwork, and Turpitude.
Being Educated is…well it’s like the fifth element. At the end of the day. Fuck. Everyone, and I mean everyone enjoys it. Education in The United States Of America is…out of balance. There are place’s on this planet where children learn much less, and of course there are places where children learn much more, but in America the well Educated tower over the Impoverished with aggression, constantly thrashing the irreversible whip that is capitalism. The ideologies that our leader holds (as well as his big business interests, and others like him who are literally raping the land and society they also call home), are rooted in selfish, lazy gains. Yes. I said lazy. The future consists of American Presidents and Economic Societal Leaders whose plans and ideas are rooted in meditative thought, and long term sustainability. If we want to save the planet, we need to, all of us, every human, put the compost, recycling, and garbage in the correct container/bin. If we want a powerful country, we need to make sure every man, woman, and child is in on the same mother-fucking information and opportunities! We can not have some people needing to sell drugs in order to purchase food, while others have assets that sit vacant, giving very real family security. In the future, when everyone is given the best education this world has to offer, what good will money do us? Everyone will know the value of everything, and the problem with bartering will be nixed. That was the original issue, right? ‘Smart’ people ripping off ‘Stupid’ people? I imagine all at once the governments, as well as the people, had wanted a new, better system. No one could possibly of known the value of all the new items coming into their territory, the era in between: the start of world trade and: the start of money, must have been hectic. Until the internet recently connected us all, that period of discovery was, perhaps, unprecedented. So money made sense a long time ago. And today it still makes sense. But the faster we even the playing field in regards to the education of our citizens, the sooner we can overcome the next issue that will hit our society. An issue that I can phrase as a question: Who are the Hardworkers?
In contemplating how to proceed with my ramble, I came to one newsworthy conclusion: the term “bloodlines,” is hardly contemporary, and for all intents and purposes has a closer relation to old English than the modern counterpart. There are too many people on this planet to have “bloodlines” be considered now a days. I believe that in the future we will still have Very Rich people, and Very Poor people, and we (in America) will eventually have more of a middle class, and all societies will move toward this, but the tumbling of wealth will happen with far more rapidity than ever before in the history of humanity. This will bring about a comfortable norm. The Rich with continue to donate to humanitarian causes, and the poor with keep attempting to change the course of their lives.
Having contained the destruction of our planet by means of New and Fair Government’s, whose purposes focus more on science than personal and territorial interests, the push for Space Exploration will be global, and everyone will be racing to claim their own bit of the sky! War will occur! And the lucky one’s who make it off the planet will probably die of Space Madness! The time is 2:10 PM in San Francisco.
I am stoned like a heretic, and the time is 11:49 PM in San Francisco. I am at the Dakota Hotel, sitting next to a women named Kota who I met during my last occupancy. I can say I am impressed with the Adelaide and have absolute certainty about that statement. The man who owns the place interests me highly. I aim to get to know him. Is it wrong of me to want the knowledge required for a real comparison between this man, and Gardner Kent, a man I consider to know fairly well. Gardner and I spent some time together, and I was been blessed in speaking to him mono-e-mono for a solid span of three months. I learned a fuck load; a metric shit-ton of stuff and priceless information from Gardner Kent. I am part of the Green Tortoise, and the Green Tortoise is part of me. But damn. I really like the Adelaide in a new, exciting, and vibrant way. I have already had an experience that I feel better prepares me for world traveling in hostels, and the kind of aggression and wantonness I may experience in traversing those hostile grounds.
This is turning into quite a long piece of writing, I am noticing, at this point. How long should I make it? This did not take me very long to write. Should I just write a book at this point: Should I just write the book of which I have been talking about? Long now, three weeks or more, I have contemplated an in depth preview and discussion of The Book in my blog, but I have yet to follow through on the prospect. Alas…right now…as I sit in the Adelaide, I am going to type it down. What remains at the end, we shall see.
Chris (signed after the fact)
Turns out it was nothing that remains, because upon awaking this morning, the following day, I rethought my decision to do something stupid; an art I have been taming, with the help of my father, since I was a wee lad. I am still looking at the words I have written, they sit directly below what I am typing now, floating downward slowly as I continue my rant. These words are meant for a different time, but probably not a different place. I am rebooting The Book. Still I intend to write a book. In fact, as time is moving on, and I write more and more, the idea of writing a book becomes a graspable fathom. I am very disorganized still, I know, or at least, I feel this. But my intentions are good, and my stories are finding themselves, which was one of my biggest fears and lacks. I never believe I have a good story, and I never really produce a good outline either. But when I get to traveling, and changing this website, and my time is more freed-up…I will be writing more…and more and more, and practicing my craft. Basically I have decided I am not ready to write a book yet, and one major factor that I am not wanting to change is: I am too distracted with my website. Heart Of Zeus feels right, and I don’t intend to shy away from that. The time is 2:40 PM on June 21, 2018, and I am in Union Street Coffee House, eating a blueberry crumble muffin, and drinking a black coffee. Tomorrow Jo comes back from Yosemite. I am very excited for her return. We will drink coffee. Maybe at the Union Street Coffee House, maybe at one of the diners downtown, maybe at her humble abode. Only time will tell. I really miss her though. Very excited for Jo to come back. (We ate at Louis’ Cafe, overlooking the ocean. Thanks Jo! You’re beautiful).
When I talk about the future now, I talk about it differently than I did. Travel to India almost seems…a certainty. As soon as I receive my latest paycheck, I will be proceeding…with acquisition of my first passport…did I already discuss this? Some girl just came into USCH, sat down for 30 seconds, tried the bathroom door, and left. I would have at least asked for the key, come on. It is right on the counter anyway… The people here are nice, and to me they seem to run a fine business and I bet they would have let that young women use the bathroom. Her loss. My distraction.
I am so excited to apply for my passport. I want to decide what city I am traveling to. I will be writing about the whole process. Things are still so much at an infantile stage that changing of my plans is not something I am scared of. Maybe I should write more about general traveling, rather than hosteling? I am really not sure. How am I going to feel when I get to India? I really don’t know. If I don’t stay in the hostels, where will I stay? The hotels? That doesn’t seem likely. I don’t feel that in my bones at all. I feel in love with hostels. I remember watching Hey Arnold! as a kid. I asked about the type of environment his house was, and that was how I learned about a boarding house. I thought it was the coolest thing; he got to meet all sorts of strange people. Many people are strange, few of them are dangerous, I’ve found; albeit danger exists. My thoughts had never turned to a life including Hostels, which was a medium of hospitality I had been aware of, but until someone I knew personally told a story about their experience tradeworking in a hostel… It just never occurred to me. But, Wow. The desire to input myself into that type of environment came immediately. The confidence and fortitude which I needed to gather, in the end, took 6 months of discipline, and patience to obtain.
Usually, or at least in the recent months as my approach to blogging has endured and, yet even matured, I have edited my posts inside of WordPress. This post I may edit a little differently (I’m editing right now, and: success, not in WordPress. If I edit in WordPress the work is not saved anywhere but my website. I’m just editing in my word processor, and I will save one version of all articles in the end; no first drafts). I use Open Office for my word processor. I have given much thought of switching to the Google doc’s format entirely, including the use of their word processor; I am just not sure. I wish the variety of word processors available was wider, but I am just looking for a distraction at that point? The fact is: OpenOffice (not that Microsoft Word didn’t, I suppose, but Go, free BSD!), certainly gets the job done. I digress (rather than start with a fresh paragraph, I’ll just say I digressed), the point of this section was to inform you that I have decided to publish this article tomorrow, June 22nd. When you read this, it’ll feel like you knew the future all along. Or something as such. Tomorrow will be good, yes it will. I am excited. I am excited to be working for many of the upcoming days, and I am prepared to handle this renewed income. I will be buying a lot of things, yet doing my best to live frugally. Right now in fact, I will put down my pixel-shooter, getting another cup-a-joe, and…oh shit. The WiFi appears to be down. Damn, I was going to prod around on Google Earth, India, and then maybe look at lightweight laptops online. Well, shit. I am going to get the coffee.
I got the coffee, and I feel good about it. I asked about the internet, and the lady said it is working. I don’t think she knows that statement is not true. The crowd in San Francisco is the kind to bring WiFi with them anyway. So I haven’t opened up Google Maps. Although I do have Google Earth downloaded, but I am thinking that probably take internet to use. I will, eventually, try. For now I will ramble a little more about my limitless possibilities that lie ahead in India. (Update: It was probably just my computer. The next day I thought the WiFi was still down, but I saw other people using it, so I just futzed with my machine until the magic happened and I was connected again).
On Instagram, which has long since become my most used platform for social media, I find out a lot about the world. I see pictures hashtagged from all around the globe. Amateur landscape photography of Africa is only a few thumb-clicks away, My Friends. And one place that has jumped out to me as an interesting, and apparently popular spot, is Varanassi, India. The pictures I see of this place make it look enjoyable. The problem with travel is, the whole world is just to much! You can’t experience it all! There is too much beauty for us to compute, and this must be why we have time limits; expiration dates. I have given much thought to how I want to live my life; what kind of things would make me happy. First, and only last year, I decided I desired a passion. I wanted something of which I possessed an absolute mastery over; a skill. Writing. My passion for writing stemmed from my unavoidable habit of rambling on to people. I am, without an inch of a doubt, a rambling man. I just talk to people forever. I probably repeat myself a lot as well. But as I thought and thought, and pondered and pondered about life, I realized there was a real gift to my gab. If only I could generate locomotion in a bountiful direction. Thusly, my spark of creativity in regards to writing was reignited (I wrote a little when I was younger). I can ramble at my computer, and if I practice patience perpetually, I believe strongly I will find success. Write. Edit. Get feedback. Change the website? Always stay true to myself, and the people who believe in me.
The first thing I decided was that I wanted a passion, and I have been decided it and practiced with fair diligence for over a year now, and damn, it just feels good to say! And talk about!
Lets talk about the second thing I have decided I want out of life. I have already spoken about my learning of Boarding Houses, and how hostels filled a void in my life I didn’t understand until their assimilation unto my life. But hosteling is more of a prerequisite; a learning venture if you will, in preparation for two other major desires in my life. The desire to integrate myself well and forge myself a new home in some distant land; a foreign community. And the desire to fulfill an entrepreneurial hunger. India is settling in as my destination. Perhaps I will forge myself a new life there indeed. This is all future talk now.
I just realized that we could easily do breakfast at MAC’D, and we would only have to be serving custom omelets. So if MAC’D eventually goes that route for breakfast, you heard it here first. They don’t call me Chrisfucius for no reason.
So I will tell you, my friends, what I think I know about travel, today, as I sit here. The time is 4:05 PM in SF. I am still in USCH.
When one travels to another country, they will need a passport. Their are exceptions to this rule, but I will be writing for individuals who do not shy away from getting their passport. So you have your passport now. Yay! Well before you travel there are many factors to consider. First, consider your health. Where will your body allow you to travel? What kind of vaccinations are needed? How long is the flight? Once you know where you are headed, you need to find out if you need a visa. You will probably need a visa, and sometimes they can be expensive. A visa is a document that certifies you are legally allowed to remain in a certain county, and the visa also states how long you can remain in said country. I get a feeling it will always be easier to obtain your visa prior to arrival, but in some countries you can get a visa upon arrival. The complex web that is international relations is not easy to traverse, and so I will be writing mostly for American passport holders.
Once you have the visa situation figured out, or as I would consider being mentally comfortable with visa’s, their purpose, and everything about them preparation enough, you can move onto: where are you traveling to next? Many countries will not allow you access unless you alsoprovide proof that will leave within the legal allotted time. For their purposes: you could just move in and live in the slums, right? So to keep this problem of illegal immigration at a minimum, proof of onward travel is often required. So not only will I need to buy a plane ticket to India, I will also need to buy a ticket out of the country, dated for before my visa runs out. I believe this is the case. I originally got the idea I could just arrive and float about, but of course nothing is ever so simple. I hope to stay in India for some time, and I believe as an American I can stay in the country for 6 months. So for me to go to India will require purchasing a passport, plane tickets in and out of 1 or more countries (perhaps I go to Cambodia afterward, where I would also have to provide onward travel), and budgeting for my time inside the country(ies). I plan to update my website all along the way, while also changing the infrastructure to provide that of which good preparation is made of, but I am not so sure I will be turning a profit for some time, potentially. It would be wise of me to budget the entire journey before I even left. I guess I am forced to keep hopping around until I return to America. I can’t just land someplace with no plans…lame. Other countries don’t like that though. Hmm. This will be the most planning ahead I will have ever done. I’m a little intimidated, but equally as excited, if not more. Almost certainly more.
I can tell I have drank too much coffee, but here I remain, still consuming the abyss that is: roasted beans. I love the smell and the taste. Caffeine certainly can make me anxious though. I’m sitting here tapping my foot. I know not where I will venture to next today. I need to charge my phone, and I guess I should just be doing that here… Okay, now my phone is plugged in. It looks windy out. I was planning to go to MAC’D and eat a little (I can not walk into MAC’D and simply eat ‘a little,’), also though, I am not as turned on by the prospect of food as I was before I consumed all this coffee. I will probably end up at a park. Hopefully it will be warm. I am hoping to kick it with Guez still before his departure on Sunday. He is taking a bus to Sacramento, a flight to Dallas, a flight to Madrid where he will stay overnight, and finally he will fly out of Madrid and land in Tel Aviv, Israel after 2 days of travel. What a trip my friend is taking to get home! I do look forward to visiting him in his homeland someday. The time is 4:42 PM, and I am going to depart from this coffee house. To a park I go! And then maybe MAC’D later to do some more writing.
The dawn of June 22nd is upon us. Happy Birthday to Me! Also I would like to say Happy Birthday to the man I saw roasting coffee the other day at Union Street Coffee House. I came in this morning for a coffee and a blueberry scone (currently sat in between the computer and I), and when the gentleman asked me about my attitude toward the day (‘How are you today,’ he said), I decided to let him know that today is my birthday. I insinuated that I am doing pretty well by conveying a vibrant tone. The man behind the counter responded with ‘it’s my birthday today too.’ Now at first, I actually thought I misunderstood, but then after a second of logical deduction I concluded that this man whom has been seen me for several days in a row now, must have the same birthday as me. How awesome! I am happy to share my birthday with this man. He roasts some damn good coffee.
I am texting Jo. She is on her way back into town. The Green Tortoise Bus she took to Yosemite is on Treasure Island, and they are tossing the bus. Once she is back in town we are going to meet up and get breakfast. I am excited af to see Jo. She says she’s the only one awake on the bus. Sounds about right.
Well, that’s a wrap. I think it’s about time for some editing and uploading of post #87, probably the longest article, soon to be, on Heart Of Zeus. Some of my earlier stories were 3-4 pages long maybe, but this is 9 pages. If you have made it this far, I congratulate, and thank you. You’re a trooper, and Heart Of Zeus, which is just myself at this point, greatly appreciates your support. I work later today, and my next day off of work is Wednesday, June 27th. I am scheduled for 40 hours a week now at MAC’D, and you know what? I might actually set a serious goal right now to write 20 hours a week. That is a more than doable task. Three hours of writing a day would leave me with wiggle room. Do y’all think I can do it? I have contemplated getting a second job, but I really want my website to be worth my time, and since my time is kind of worthless right now, that equation balances. However lets look at this: if I was working 20 hours a week somewhere besides MAC’D, I would be taking home maybe as much as $600 extra every month. That’s what I was considering paying for rent. Damn. I ended up getting distracted looking at laptops online in between this sentence and the last; lost like 15-20 minutes of editing time. It’s time to post before I get distracted again. The time is 7:11.
I am fucking appalled at the lack of outlets in San Francisco. I just walked quite a vast distance to end up at Paramo Coffee Roasers, and I have simply settled on a meager number of outlets, limiting where I can sit. Definitely the coolest coffee shop I have been to in the city; the coolest one I could fathom going to rn. It’s actually the entry to an apartment building, so there is hella space available for lounging, which is what I do best. Paramo is a blessing, and you have to reside in the city for some time to receive it apparently. Perhaps I should indulge you all with a little history; my longevity in the coffee industry. I have never worked in a coffee shop, or been a coffee roaster, but on the consumption end I have many hours of servitude invested in the industry.
The entanglement of coffee into my life began long ago, in a place called John Harbor’s. A Coffee Shop. This was a location I spent many, many hours at during my teenage years. Located on Main street in Menomonee Falls (just like Ernie Von Schledorn lol) this was a beautiful place of business, blossoming with young artists and entrepreneurs. Truth be told the dedication to supporting the artists nearly went beyond the business aspect, as the coffee shop did eventually close its doors. I was there during the final hours. The story I have to tell of John Harbors is entwined with another story about a man named Devyn who lived with me for nearly a year. He moved into my grandparent’s basement with me, and both my grandma and grandpa were extra cool about it; everyone else in the family pretty much thought it was weird. I never had sex with Devyn, and I suppose that’s the weird part. I don’t find myself attracted to men however; it’s just not what brings me happiness. If having sex with men brought me happiness, I would imbibe, alas…
I digress in a major way! The point of those words is to convey: I have a plethora to spill about John Harbors and my experiences there; how it helped to make my youth foamy and rich, but today we are only focusing on why they helped to build me as a proper consumer of coffee. I was offered the opportunity to try many coffees from many roasters. I was a teenager with no job at this point, but still the coffee with abundant. I learned with it. I drank it all black. I smoked a lot of cigarettes at this point in time, as I smoked for 10 years. Coffee and cigarettes pair well together. The last night John Harbors was open I smoked a cigarette inside, along with some of the other folks who worked there. Not the owner, him nor his wife smoke. Those were good times, and also long ago.
Since then I have drank many cups of coffee in many coffee shops across the United States of America. One of the best cups I have ever drank, and certainly the best atmosphere I have experienced, was at a small shop in Seattle called Ancient Grounds. Lavish with masks and art. I was introduced to this coffee shop by the manager of the Seattle Green Tortoise. I spent many mornings at Ancient Grounds for the remainder of my stint in Seattle, and wrote some of my earlier blog posts there. The crazy thing is, as I write currently, I’m still writing one of the first blog posts. I have a long way to grew. A whole lot of coffee drinking to did. The absolute
constant in my life, is the maintaining of constant vigilance. I slack; I over-analyze. I practice. I practiced. I became one with…
When I set out to drink a cup of coffee, the factors are considered first. In a new city it’s easy to head someplace close and be fascinated by the newness of your neighborhood. Occasionally I still opt for the long walk. I have buried many-a-footstep into sultry pavement, and Google captures the richness of my travels in real time. Today I will share with you my account of yesterday, and know there are many days in my life which appear the same. I walk a lot. I really like walking, I guess. Recently I started jogging/running more. If you follow me on FB you would have heard about how I am always late, and because of this realized I enjoy running. Once upon a time, I went to the gym often. Nowadays I have a different body, and exercising it is probably best: left to the care of a medical practitioner. Ha. I beat this motherfucking body of mine pretty bad. Someday…I’ll tell you all about it. Someday, I’ll probably just get a gym membership and start running on an elliptical again, that’s what I used to do; easy on the knees. I’ve only two knees and I can barely keep up with oiling them.
I am the great digresser. I digress af. I digress all over town, come home, talk through dinner, talk through Jeopardy!, fail to teach my kids anything valuable because I talk until their bedtime, and everything I talk about gets lost in translation anyway because I never stick. to. the. point.
I have a love hate relationship with coffee. I grew up on it. I love how it smells, and tastes. I love how it makes me feel, sometimes. Kinna makes me sweat more than usual, and that’s not super cool of coffee. There is no way I’m drinking de ’cafe, especially not yet anyway. I do love coffee, that is the one truth. On occasion you can find me drinking it all day long. Someday it will help me save the day like Fry. Now, I take to the pulic-transitmobile!