22 December, 2007

right now

i am at my parents house. right now my dad is watching The 40 Year Old Virgin and I'm reading about the Civil War on Wikipedia.

Nothing liking it!

19 December, 2007

man of the year

i just watched a particularly animated episode of the O'Reilly Factor on the tube. he and guest Dennis Miller were discussing who they thought should have been Time's Man of the Year. Bill was siding with General Petraeus (for his successful surge), while Mr. Miller said President Bush should have been (his logic -- no domestic terrorist attacks since 9/11. on this point i admire Dennis Miller's naivety; his neglect to consider the incredible recruitment opportunities America's enemies have been given via the undeniably unnecessary Iraq War, and the inevitable attacks that have yet to come).

Though Bill and Dennis disagreed on who they thought should be Man of the Year, they somehow managed to come to the agreement that perhaps it's our troops that should be the Men of the Year. Dennis' backing point (with incredible fox-news-irony) was that without them (them referred to as kids by the hosts in dreamy nostalgia) fighting out there every day, [bill and dennis] wouldn't be here having this discussion, we wouldn't have Time's Man of the Year, and so on and so forth.

If for no other reason, I think this might be grounds to bring our troops home.

I suppose I'll end this unusually political blog with this:

"You just call in some analyst who's experienced in adjusting people to the joys of television, and Life magazine every Wednesday, and European travel, and the H-Bomb, and the Presidential Elections, and the front pages of the Times, and the responsibilities of the Westport and Oyster Bay Parent-Teacher Association, you just do that, and I swear to you, in not more than a year, Franny'll either be in a nut ward or she'll be wandering off into some goddamn desert with a burning cross in her hands." --- Zooey, in Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger

Poets, it seems, will never be men of the year.

16 December, 2007

sunday bloody sunday

1. i spilled an incredible amount of ketchup onto my favorite shirt this morning.
2. nick and i ate breakfast in bed. special thanks to sean naman for letting us eat his perishables while he's away on vacation.
3. in just under an hour i'm going to film a new short movie. it's an experiment, although i wouldn't call the movie an experimental film. you know? i'll post it on the tube when it's done.
4. tonight my friend ariel and i are going to start making a kids show called "The Bellinghome Funshine Hour." i think everyone should look forward to the final product of this.

please keep your thoughts and prayers with my shirt today. i really don't want it to be ruined.

15 December, 2007


this is what happened to me one weekend in portland:

i bought a box of dough nuts
the box was pink
it cost five dollars flat
the dough nuts were a day old
i handed them out to people
who i didn't know.

11 December, 2007


last week marked my very first finals week near disaster.

for my art and feminism class we had to prepare a final presentation with a partner where we'd each discuss an artist's work through an analytical methodology that we had studied throughout the course. my friend dave wall and i were planning on making a video. the presentation was slated for tuesday morning at 9:30. On sunday we filmed it. On monday we edited it. And very early tuesday morning i began compressing it right before heading to bed. normally compressing takes several hours (compressing = taking the raw video files, and shrinking them to a more manageable size to put on disks, etc.). When I woke up tuesday for class, expecting to copy the file onto my ipod and then heading to class -- I discovered to my great horror that the file was still compressing, and wouldn't be done before I had to head for class.

i do my best to not come undone and call dave. "dave," i said, "our video won't be ready for our presentation. what should we do?" dave, cool like a wolf, told me that he'd throw together a power point presentation consisting of the paintings we were planning on discussing, and we'd just show up in class, put on our slides, and just roll with it.

we get to class, and that's just what we do. we set up a desk in front of the room, we dim the lights, and we say, "well, how should we do this?" and i suggest that we "have an intimate conversation, just the two of us." so, without ever addressing the class, dave and i have a twenty minute conversation between the two of us about our artist's works. i even ate breakfast during the presentation.

our professor loved it, and we were heroes. no one was any the wiser.

college rulez.

07 December, 2007

sloth villain

about forty five minutes ago I woke up from a rare nightmare. In the nightmare I was walking down switchback road outside of a dorm with this girl. On one of the switchbacks this little guy was sitting criss-cross-apple-sauce on the ground. We passed him. Then he got up and started following us. He was such a creeper. Let me see if I can explain: He was really short, and really skinny, and had a contorted, bizarre face. It was like someone put a regular face in a vise top-wise and then smooshed it in.

When he spoke he was really quiet sounding. He followed us to teh house we were going to.

At the house he got into the rafters (because the house was more like a Church) and was jumping from tier to tier. He had three clothes on his hands just like a sloth would. I forget which of my friends were there, but we tried to get rid of this creeper by fighting him. But we couldn't hurt him. He seemed to be invincible, and he kept scratching us.

Anyway, I don't remember what really happened. But I do remember at one point he he jumped into a styrofoam box. The type of box you get at a restaurant when you don't finish your meal.

My friends and I left the apartment eventually. Then we realized that we left the creeper there in that styrofoam box. We were all too scared to go home. So I went to Yakima and visited my brother. There was snow on the ground and when he answered his front door I said, "Who wants to party?"

Then my alarm started doing its thing.

Kind of a weak sounding nightmare. I guess you just had to be there.

30 November, 2007

pet peeves edition 3

1. The new Alvin and the Chipmunks Movie.

pet peeves edition 2

1. Girls who want to be my girlfriend after three dates.
2. Pretty girls who are emphatically republican.

pet peeves

okay, let the list begin.

1. Standing Ovations. I think they're a little unnecessary and pretentious.
2. When TV shows don't play music at the end of the episode during the credits in order to really let the end sink in.
3. People who bring up the fact that Bob Saget is a vulgar comedian when he's not playing Danny Tanner in Full House.
4. People who refer to art-house movies as "films" and everything else as "movies." For example, "Magnolia is a great film, while Bad News Bears is a great movie." So dumb.
5. People who are perpetually on time.

I'll for certain make "Pet Peeves Ed. 2," perhaps all the way through 77 eventually.

19 November, 2007


earlier today in an english class i had sort of a self-realization that i suppose is worth sharing:

i think i shine my brightest, and think my broadest thoughts when i'm two steps away from the buddha, and two steps away from a nervous breakdown.

incidentally, here's something nice i just read:

it's the last stanza of t.s. eliot's "little gidding"

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always--
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flames are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.

for a more whimsical life

dear reader,

i decided that the only way i want to live my life is by the seat of my pants. case in point:

yesterday i took the 8:30 am train from Bellingham, WA to Seattle, WA. the only concrete plan for my day was to attend a party at a friend's house (which i didn't, and still don't, know how to get to) at some point late in the evening. i had the entire day to see what life was interested in showing me.

it went something like this:

I got into Seattle a little after 11, and it was pouring rain. c'est la seattle.
I got a cup of coffee with my dear friend Caitlin at a coffee shop in Pioneer Square.
I got a ride with Caitlin and her dad to Capital Hill where I wandered for a while, met up with my friend Jaro who treated me to lunch at this incredible little secret restaurant on Broadway. After that, Jaro and I went shopping at A------ A------. My friend Sean was working and gave us 50% off anything we wanted.
After shopping Jaro and I split ways and I went to Cafe Vita and started to read Raise High the Roof Beams, Carpenters! and Seymore: an Introduction. Then my dear friend Ryan Berg called and told me he was at a cafe no more than three blocks from where I was. I took my book (and my little gray gym bag that I toted with me through the Balkans this summer) and set off for wherever Berg was. I kept my nose buried in the book the entire way.
I met with Berg, we smoked cigarettes, laughed, and talked about movie reviews. Eventually we decided to go to his house. He had a motor cycle and no extra helmet, so I had to walk. Again, I kept my nose buried in my book. At one point what I read was so wonderful I stopped, put my hand over my heart, and with my eyes full of pre-tears, I stopped walking to take the passage in. Two pretty girls walked by, incidentally, and I didn't even turn around to see them walk away.
At Berg [and Angela's] house I was drinking tea when I got a phone call from another dear friend Sage Price asking me if I wanted to go to a Baroque Opera piece performed at some old Orthodox Church. The price, he said, was only a dollar for us since we are students. By this point it was dark in Seattle, and the rain had stopped, and it was actually pretty nice out. I walked from the Central District to First Hill, and met with Sage, whom I hadn't seen in far too long. We went to the Opera, and I think my favorite part was the lighting. It reminded me of 16 or 17 century Flemish paintings. The music was nice too, but I was awfully distracted by the uncomfortable pews.
To make a long story short, Sage, his friend Ben, and I ate pizza after the Opera. Then we went to the party with Caitlin (from before!)

Well, the party was a good time. Mike (the host) let me use his really nice camera. I went around most of the night taking photographs, trying to make them as unattractive as possible. I hope they're great. He said he'll post them on his Flickr.

When he does, I'll put a link up (for my around 3 readers).

And that's what my day was like in Seattle! Traveling is fun no matter where you are!

06 November, 2007

yay or nay

I'm conducting a poll -- and though it appears that I only have two readers (and very dear they are to me, both), Mary and Stef -- I am opening this poll to non-readers as well. So please feel free to pipe in your opinion, strangers and the like.


Tonight at the video store the video-girl I have a crush on was working. I have seen here working now maybe five or six times. Something moved inside of me, telling me that tonight was my night to start breaking down the ice of not-knowing-each-other-hood, and move towards a more social-crush-esq relationship. I did my best at attempting conversation through the following, probably verbatim interaction:

me: if you had to describe your cinema taste in five words, how would you do it?
her: five words?
me: or less.
her: oh my god...
me: oh my god? three words. not bad.
her: yeah, that will work. how about you?
me: hmm.... is lackluster one word or two?
her: i think... one.
me: okay, then i only need one word.

i don't know. maybe self deprecation doesn't suit to me. i couldn't think of anything funny or charming or clever to say.

so here's the poll:

am i funny: yes, or no.

every citizen a voice!!!!!!!!

29 October, 2007

i've been saying it for years now

This November I am going to try and make a feature length film. I'm not going to write a script, only draw out a rough outline. The idea is to re-imagine how a film is not only shot, but conceived, and assembled. The idea is to imagine a film created by someone who has only heard of the cinema as a medium, but who has never been exposed to its 100 years of existence.

goodbye shot and reverse shot.

hello talking to the boom-microphone operator.

Here are some quotes that I can't help but be inspired by.

"If you want to tell stories, be a writer, not a filmmaker."
-- Peter Greenaway

"We'd often go to the movies. We'd shiver as the screen lit up. But more often, Madeline and I would be disappointed. The images flickered. Marilyn Monroe looked terribly old. It saddened us. It wasn't the film we had dreamed, the film we all carried in our hearts, the film we wanted to make... and secretly wanted to live."
-- Paul in Masculin Feminin by Jean-Luc Godard

"The film of tomorrow will not be directed by civil servants of the camera, but by artists for whom shooting a film constitutes a wonderful and thrilling adventure... The film of tomorrow will resemble the person who made it, and the number of spectators will be proportional to the number of friends the director has... The film of tomorrow appears to me as even more personal than an individual and autobiographical novel, like a confession, or a diary... The film of tomorrow will be an act of love."
-- Francois Truffaut

let's go to work!

25 October, 2007

support our war

i had this really unusual dream the other night, and i don't remember it. i only know that it woke me up in the middle of the night and i couldn't figure out where i was, or more interestingly, who i was. it lasted only a matter of seconds before i could piece myself back together, but it was pretty frightening. my biggest fear in life is going crazy. it looks as though i'm on my way.

anyway, i have this fun idea i am going to suggest to my creative peers. i want to compose a book called, "Twenty-Five Essays on Why Joy is Important by Federic de Montepomme." Basically I'm going to ask my friends to write essays based on the above title, compile them, and do some sort of small press publication.

This is the Friendship Update.

Also, I think Montepomme is one of my favorite names I've ever come up with -- Apple Mountain!!! You betcha!

17 October, 2007

how the dreams talk

earlier this week i had a dream where i was fighting in a war in india. the colors were vibrant, of course. i don't know who my enemy was, and i didn't even have a gun. i remember at one point i was hiding behind a broken apart concrete. there was graffiti on it, and metal poles exposed, it was crazy. the bullets were whizzing by me. i ran into my mom a little bit later. she and my dad were vacationing in india. anyway, she started hounding me about "getting all my things done" before i fought.

the dream ended with me rowing a boat up the Ganges.

Then just the other night i was dreaming that i was driving a bus full of all my friends. we were about to drive through the biggest snow storm ever in modern history (so the news told me). anyway, i was driving when i lost control of the bus on the snowy, icy roadway. the bus flew off the interstate, flipping in the air over a river, and finally we crushed down onto the frozen bank of the river. while we were in the air we were all quiet until someone said, "I'm glad we're all going to die together." and i think that's really nice.

we had no hope, but we were all in it together.

not to be too dramatic, but this is how i've been feeling about living in america with all my friends. things aren't going to improve, in fact, they're only going to get worse. but at least we're all here together.

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young americans by David Drori

12 October, 2007

welcome to earth --- will smitth, id4

i just woke up from this dream.

i was on a bridge that goes over Lake Washington with my uncle jim. it was a big crazy, curving bridge. i could see this island with a sporting goods store of some sort. next thing i know, the bridge is moving, somehow it had morphed into a speed boat, and i'm enjoying the sea breeze hitting my face. i look out at the horizon, and rising from the pine trees on the hill what should i see other than a big, silver UFO. the UFO noticed i saw it and it morphs into like, a giant robot, flying directly in front of me, and just like in a nintendo 64 game, this UFO, or "Boss" would throw out four "small guys" that i'd have to fight off before he'd swoop down at me, giving me an opportunity to attack him. the small guys were basically those big venus-fly-trap-like plants from Zelda (in the forest). then when the boss, or UFO, swooped down, I had to wait for him to open his mouth before i could throw a bomb into it. it was way starfox.

anyway, i don't remember how it ended. i assume well because here i am, after all, right?

ps, do people actually still read this?

08 October, 2007

in this dream i had

so last night i had this dream that might get me excommunicated from the Church. allow me tell the tale:

i'm out in the desert in front of this giant gold cathedral, that has these big circular gold stained glass windows. i'm in such awe, i get down onto my hands and knees and begin to pray. just then who should show up, but the pope himself. it wasn't benedict, nor was it j.p. ii. instead it was this dude i was completely unfamiliar with all together. but he began to approach me, and i began to get nervous, since i'm not catholic. i didn't want him to come up and start blessing me and saying things that i wouldn't know how to properly respond to. he did though. he came up and put his hands on my shoulders and put his head against my head and started speaking to me in italian, and i didn't know what was going on. he eventually caught on and started speaking in english. BUT -- once he started speaking a language i could understand i quickly realized that the pope was being possessed by a demon, or was a demon himself.

in a panic i broke away from his grips, threw a brick through the stained glass window, and ran back to the cabin i was staying at. guess who should be waiting for me but Harry Potter himself, played strikingly by Daniel Radcliffe.

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well it should go without saying he was expecting me, and had already figured out a plan to rid the world of this evil pope. he barked at me a few instructions -- telling me to go upstairs and get these two girls, then come back and meet him here -- these sort of things.

so i go upstairs and i don't really remember what happened, but i did jump onto this one guy's neck, and that was the last of him. then i found the two girls who were pouring paint onto one another to better disguise themselves as fairies, they told me. a sort of wizarding technique i'm unfamiliar with, i'm sure.

but anyway, the girls and i get back to harry just as instructed, and then i woke up to a phone call.

what a dream though.

29 September, 2007

i did it

last night i dreamed i was at a halloween party, and everyone there was involved in making a movie but me. i just kept eating brownies while everyone around me was doing all these things. it was a really fun dream. a lot of friends made cameos.

plus i slept in to about 10:50, which is my new P.R. since i've been home.

26 September, 2007

i still can't sleep in past ten.

i live in bellingham, washington.

i'm knee-deep into a new art project. or rather, a series of art projects.

i woke up yesterday morning with a cold that is bumming me out. i can't breath well, my ears keep popping, and my throat is on fire.

i am going to start in on a novel within the next few days. imagine that. so far it's called "Saint Sophie."

things are nice.

19 September, 2007


i'm not going to beat around the bush, here. i got glasses yesterday. the doctor says i'm near sided and i have an astigmatism. astigmatism means my eyes are deformed.

here's a diagram that will help illuminate:
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so i'm two parts mutant now: 1. i'm a damned-dirty-four-eyed freak, and 2. i don't have properly shaped eyeballs, which i hope doesn't lead to even worse eyesight down the road.

but it really does feel great being able to see properly now. after i got my glasses yesterday i did a lot of looking at things before and after. there were a number of signs that had small words printed onto them that i've always thought there were just underlinings for larger words.


16 September, 2007

what it's like to be home

dear diary,

life in america is great! practically all my friends are here! i mean, not like here here, but you know-- here!!! yakima is the best. i mean, not like the best the best, but really great all the same. i've got to spend time with people like my mom and dad and brother andy and sister libby and brother-in-law alex. plus my two nephews henry and charlie. and charlie was just born and he's still just a baby, and he has down syndrome and he's probably the greatest, most beautiful child. like, beautiful beautiful. you know?

i've gotten a new pair of paints since i got here. they fit around my legs really well. i went to a wedding and saw two nice young people enter into holy matrimony. then i got pissed with my brother at the after party (not like mad mad, but like drunk drunk).

but diary, i'm a little nervous. i mean, i have this reputation for like being able to sleep in really long, into the afternoon and stuff. but ever since i've gotten home -- i just can't. i can't do it. i can't sleep in past 8:30. look at me!!! i'm blogging at 8:21 am! this isn't me, blog! i swore i'd never be like this! what makes matters worse -- david and karl are coming to yakima tonight, and they're sleeping over, diary. they're sleeping over. i can't have them see me like this. what are they going to say?

what are they going to say?


13 September, 2007

what a difference a day makes

i'm home in yakima, washington in the united states of america. i got back last night. yesterday was a full 24 hour day for me. it was the type of day where i saw my surroundings change full circle absolutely. for example:

when i woke up i had a beautiful irish girl in my arms in dublin, ireland

and when i fell asleep i was alone in my parents house in yakima. what a time for it, right?

there are nearly a million things for me to be writing about right now in this here online journal. i don't really know which one to choose. i was a stowaway on a trainride from milan to paris in the luggage compartment. that's a life goal met. i was homeless for a night in venice. i thought i had lyme disease for a while. when i got back into paris it actually felt like i was home. i flew into america and the first poster i saw was for lockheed martin with a big american flag and bald eagle on it, and got super bummed. and so on and so forth.

but what it all really boils down to is i can hear my nephews voice calling from the other room, and i haven't seen him in months.


06 September, 2007

i'm in venice

so it's been a while. we should ge re-aquainted. my name is jimmy. this is a blog. i think blog means b

so i'm in venice!!!!!!! easily the most posh destination ben and i have on our traveling maps. in fact, so posh, and so expensive, ben and i are staying at a campsite about 35 minutes outside of venice right near the airport. in a tent. for the real though. it's pretty fun. i can say, "ohhh, it feels like we're camping," and it's actually true --- because we really are camping, in venice, italy!

that's the tops, right?

i left my last blog on a little bit of a cliff hanger -- why did i get free fruit? because some super macho-dudes from the balkans were razzing me for my sailing hat and short swim suit (to be fair it is pink...). so like i was saying they were razzing me, calling me gay in serbian, and giving me whole melons and bananas -- all to impress their gorgeous girlfriends. well, they may have gotten some good yucks, but i got free nutrients. so i'm pretty sure i came out on top in this one. sorry dudes. take your muscles and girlfriends and sit on'em.

homie's got vitamens.

since then i've been in split and pula (both in croatia). in split it was super sunny and super beautiful and i swam a bunch and dove off of rocks into the sea. then ben and i romped around town taking pictures of ourselves interacting with graffiti. what a night. i think i am going to try and get a grant to go to mexico and develop this synthesis between urban graffiti iconography with mexico's catholic iconography. if i could get a grant ---

now we go to paris tonight for a few days. then i spend some time in dublin. then i fly back to america. i'll be honest and say i've missed living in a land where i am free.

31 August, 2007

it happened!

there's really not much new to report other than i have a yachting hat with "CROATIA" stitched in gold lettering across the front now. i bought it in dubrovnik, croatia. now i'm in split. i'll be here for 3 nights starting now.

i'll explain more about that hat in a later post. it got me free food ----- but for even cooler reasons than you're probably imagining. it's also gotten me laid like a million times (this is actually not true).

oh!!!!!! the miss universe pageant is tonight here in split. i think i'm going to try and go. why not, right?

one more thing!!!!!!!!!!! in case you ever catch yourself wondering if i've ever swam in the adriatic sea at night under a full moon a little tipsy on the vin ----- the answer is officially yes.

yes. i. have.

30 August, 2007

croatia!! coolski!!! pt. 2

what a journey. i don't know where to even begin.

let's just let it ride though and see where this blog ends up ---

i bought a pair of knit socks in Mostar, Bosnia. They're maybe the best socks i've ever owned. you will flip when you see them. i also have gone swimming a lot in the past few days. rivers, adriatic seas, you name it!

i realized this morning since i left paris i have showered four times. deal.with.it.

ben and i lived in a town called Kotor, Montenegro for about four days and three nights. it's a strange little yachting community that i didn't really fit into very well. we didn't book a hostel before we got there, so we ended up shacking with a lady we met at the bus station the first night. but she was pretty effing crazy, so, we left. and we ended up going to a different hostel that the information booth in town recommended. it was about 2 km outside of kotor, so a bit of a walk. but we walked and walked and we got to a place that we thought might have been a hostel, and we go inside and ask if we could speak to someone who speaks english. this dude in a doctors coat comes up and we're like, "we're looking for the hostel, is this it?" and he looks at us with a very concerned face and says, "no, this is not hostel. this is hospitatl. mental hospital. it's best for you if you don't stay here." we took his advice and left.

we eventually found the real hostel------- and what a hostel it was. i mean, relatively.

for one, ben and i hypothesize that the hostel was at one point a resort hotel, probably before the breakup of yugoslavia. then it became abandoned and slightly dilapidated. then it was turned into a student dormitory. then abandoned again resulting in slightly more dilapidation. then it was converted into what they call a "youth hostel," but what it is in reality is some sort of unofficial-subsidized-hotel for families who want a vacation but cannot afford one.

to describe the hostel as a structure-- if bob kerr were ever in his life own a hostel or hotel, this would be the one. this includes plumbing that sometimes works, broken tiles in the hallways, what appeared to be a slanting foundation, as well as no fire alarms. on top of this--- feral animals? you got it!

i can sum up the experience in a phrase: when ben and i showed up to the hostel and got to our rooms ben said, "i'm so happy to be here!" as he sat onto his bed which immediately broke. it was funny, but it was still a broken bed.

but now we're back in croatia!!! i woke up early this morning, before ben, even, and went out to our private balcony and looked over the adriatic sea while i ate a carrot and drank some orange juice. i wrote a haiku in my head about a butterfly, the sea, and my carrot. it was maybe my favorite morning yet.

love always, jimmy

ps, to the rich 30-something dudes from seattle that ben and i met in the internet cafe in kotor: next time you meet two poor traveling people on the opposite side of the world from home and say something like, "god, i bet our bar bill last night was probably a week of your budget!" the proper thing would be to invite us out to dinner or for drinks. not to then leave and say, "see ya dudes! good luck, enjoy traveling!" and giving us pats on our backs. otherwise, what's the point in a.) having money, and b.) traveling?

26 August, 2007

why it's great

there's too much to talk about for a blog post. i'm sorry for how skimpy this will be.

1. maybe i have an ulcer. maybe just bad heart burn. i hope it's not an ulcer, but i do stew a lot, so i wouldn't be surprised.
2. i went swimming in this river here in mostar, bosnia yesterday. i dove and dove and dove and dove. the water was cool (like, it totally knew how to party), and i realized that i should find a way to get paid for leisurely swimming. like, in lakes and stuff. i could charge 20 dollars an hour.
3. today we're finally going to reach the adriatic coast. in montenegro. i think the town is called kotor. ever heard of it? i haven't. here we go again!!!!!! LOL LOL LOL LOLO LOLOLOLOLOL!!!!!!!!!!! jk jk jk

did i already mention i bought my one and only european souvenir?? i bought this 1984 sarajevo winter olympic games tshirt.

also, update!!!!!!!!!!!! dublin is officially my last stop on my whirlwind tour. why dublin? to see about a girl, of course.

22 August, 2007

when it's good it's marvelous!

i want to make this quick, so, i apologize if you were hoping for a super big post today.

1. i'm in sarajevo, bosnia. it's maybe my favorite city yet. it's so alive, and so full of charm and hospitality and friendly people and all these things. not to mention that ben and i stumbled into the city just during the sarajevo film festival -- so we're spending all our time (and most of our daily budget) on movies. truly a best case scenario. this is the best. i can't even tell you.

2. our hostel room is a 6 person room. this morning fabian (a german) needed to use the occupied bathroom. i suggested to him that since his native language was the most aggressive sounding language on the planet earth he should just start pounding on the door yelling german at whoever was using the bathroom. we all thought it was a funny idea. then he did it. and i thought i was going to die laughing. moments later a nice italian girl comes out of the bathroom wearing just her towel. what a world!

3. i'm re-reading Franny and Zooey.

4. i'm sorry about not posting any cleverly-placed pictures. i'm sans laptop. we've been taking lots of pictures and rolling lots of 8 mm film.

oh ------ and amendment about my belgrade post:

when ben and i got to belgrade the person that checked us into our hostel asked us if we were there for "Beerfest." we had no idea what he was talking about. actually, we thought he was making fun of us (american travelers have a certain reputation for being piss drunk). but then he explained how we were in town just in time for the annual belgrade beerfest where everyone in town goes to this fortified castle on the edge of town and listens to bands play and drink every major european beer in a festival atmosphere. we we went, because we got stoked.

what's beerfest like? try to imagine the central washington state fair-- with its bad music, cheap food, rides (for christ-sake), but instead of the animal exhibits add huge beer stands, and you get Belgrade's Beerfest.

on the record: i threw up.

19 August, 2007

constipated, incorporated

ben and i are in belgrade, and i don't know where to begin.

for one, i've been suffering with a bout of constipation that i'm just now starting to fight off. i'll give special thanks to the woman at the pharmacy whom i bought the laxatives from (she was pretty, and i had to swallow a lot of pride when i told her i needed laxatives, and even more pride when i asked her if there were any pills "more powerful" than the ones she gave me. evidently there were not). also special thanks to the waiter at the cafe who gave me my double espresso and ceasar salad. things are starting to work themselves out for me.

on the train-trip into belgrade i was struck by a few things. here's a small list:
1. the landscape looked almost identical to that of indiana (and even a little bit moses lake/othello area).
2. there are lots of abandoned homes/villages in serbia. i'd say it's staggering.
3. scottish teenagers are obnoxious and loud.

once in town the first real site ben and i saw on our walk from the station to the hostel was a huge building that had a missile hole going through it. it was completely devastated. it stopped both ben and i in our tracks. it was really--- je ne sais pah.

tomorrow we head to sarejevo.

mercy mercy mercy mercy me.

17 August, 2007

croatia!!!! cooolski!

So tonight is my third night here in Zagreb, Croatia. I think this city is the best. It has more charm than a Harry Potter novel under a rainbow inside a pot of gold in Ireland (dennis miller points). Croatia used to be eastern block and then around a decade ago took part in that CNN war in the balkans. So the city has seen some shit for real though.

My favorite parts of the city are as follows:

the architecture
the graffiti
the girls
and the fact that my lunch today cost me about what my cafe would cost back in paris.

not bad, croatia.

tomorrow ben and i head to Belgrade!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111111111

here i come world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh, two great stories really fast.

1. the first night ben and i were sitting outside our hostel on the back porch, and all was quiet in zagreb-- and then all of a sudden the city errupts into cheering and fireworks sounds and everything is going bananas-- and the reason was because zegrabs soccer club was playing a german club in germany and zagreb had scored the first goal of the game and they were the underdogs. i went inside and watched the second half with the people that owned the hostel. football really is a big deal here. it was the best. and they were so endearing about it. even though they lost the game they like, "zes, but, we thought wed lose 3 nil, so this, this is verz good. zagrebs club is very small. this is very for zagreb."

2. last night at dinner i wanted a beer, but i didnt get a chance to look at the beer menu so i just asked the waiter to bring me whatever his favorite beer was, because of course hed be way more knowledgable about croatian beer. so im waiting and im stoked for my new cultural experience, and then the beer shows up and its an effing becks. becks. really. i didnt really know what to say so i just kind of drank it and laughed and thought about how i should get really stoked on becks and when i come home i should try to get all my friends to drink becks because its such an eastern euro thing to do.

o well. this is life.

13 August, 2007

about me, the blog, and things

if you notice i have stopped calling you, messaging you, emailing you, texting you, or anything that involves communication between you and me (probably transatlantic), in the next few weeks it's because i leave paris tomorrow and i'm not taking my laptop.


i miss you!

special thanks to david drori for ruining my ability to socialize properly with everyone.

i was at a little get together the other night and there were maybe 8 young americans present, not including ben sellon and myself (and one venezuelan). well, someone said a joke and everyone laughed. so i decided i'd throw in my two-cents, and i said the following joke:

So Saddam Hussein, Osama bin Laden, and Bo Jackson are all on an airplane, and they're cruising 30,000 ft above the Pacific Ocean. So Saddam Hussein says, "I don't like America, I don't think they have freedom!' And they all nodded in agreement, and then Osama bin Laden pipes in, "Well I don't like Freedom, I don't think there should be an America!" And they all nodded in agreement. Then Bo Jackson chimes in and he says, "Well, Bo-Knows how to play two sports at the same time." And he said that because Bo Jackson played both professional football and professional baseball at the same time.

And let me tell you about the laughter that ensued -- it was mostly Ben.

Special thanks to Ben for getting me, and to Clara for smiling and trying her best to get me.

11 August, 2007


just to clarify and also expand:

1. i'll be in croatia by the middle of next week. starting then ben and i are going to explore the adriatic coast.

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this includes bosnia, montenegro, maybe albania and macedonia, and italy.

2. in a previous post when i use the term "nested," i am of course speaking literally. as in we made a nest out of blankets and pillows for lounging. it is not a euphemism for something only moms and dads should do.

3. in a previous post when i wrote about dance club hijinks i somehow forgot to write about this older woman who gave me the seductive look and wag of the finger. i approached her and she spoke to me in french fast. i told her i couldn't understand and she leaned to me and said, "you're too young." and she pointed to her boyfriend who was an incredibly tanned, shaved headed, muscle-bound, muscle-shirt wearing man.

i couldn't think of anything to say but, "désolé," then a grand hand gesture and bow and "c'est la vie" as i scooted out of harms way.

ben and i are having the best time. here are pictures of us in a metro tunnel:
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also today i said goodbye to a nice girl and it wasn't too fun. but this is life.

09 August, 2007

warning:::: SPOILERZ::::::

this is how the shit getz real:

1. drunk at seine.
2. nested and kissed with venezuelan.
3. nice to:
4. zegrab.

deal with it. check your maps.

adventures for all!

04 August, 2007

je parle la danse.

well it happened tonight. ben and i took on paris -- and won!

we just got home, so i'm still a little woozey, so bare with me.

tonight we went to a club -- i don't remember it's name so much. but the word chic was involved. we arrive, skeptical of the ten euro cover. but c'est la vie. it came with a free drink so why not. ben and i get in, get our drinks, and the place is going bananas. i drink my drink. i notice that there are women everywhere. ben points out one particular brunette who is dancing like she invented it. and she was sexy. anyway, she and i make eyes and try and dodge each others glances and it's like magic.

ben and i meet two girls named julie, whom i referred to as the julies (they didn't get it...). ben danced with the tall julie. i got another beer.

then ben quit dancing with tall julie and we start dancing our shoes off and this dude comes up and is all up on ben. i mean, this guy was looking for it. in fact, he told ben so in french several times. at one point he did his best to rub ben's crotch. i suppose this moment may have been magical, too. but. you know.

the night started getting a little stale (at like 2) so Ben and I begin to leave when these three french people grab us and start talking to us. two boys, one girl. the girl was very pretty and loved ben and i. she told us to be nice to the french always. the guys were stoked that we were from seattle. they were really nice. they said it was too bad it had rained so much this summer (it has, that's true). but it's a good thing they pulled us over, because just then the most incredible thing happened --

the song "killing in the name of" by rage against the machine came on. i've always, always, always loved this song, and i never dreamed that i'd dance to it at a club full of beautiful people that were stoked to hear the song. so ben and i rushed back to the dance floor and give it our best. i don't think i've ever danced so hard. ever.

then we left again and right at the exit i saw her: the beautiful brunette from the beginning of the night. she walked by me and i said, "excusez-moi," and i grabbed her by the hand and she said, "oui?" and i said, "pardon, tu es tres tres tres tres tres tres jolie." and she smiled and laughed because i just told her she was very (x10) pretty, and she thanked me in french and told me something i didn't understand and i told her i didn't speak french (in french) and she asked me if i spoke english (in french) and i said, "oui." and she said she did too. I told her she was so pretty, and that she danced so well, and i told her that i was leaving and that i would very much enjoy a goodnight kiss and she laughed and said no, so i said, "but, je t'aime." and she laughed and held my hand and said i was drunk and i said, "no no no no no no no, je t'adore." and she laughed and told me to stay longer and i told her i couldn't and she said next time then and i told her that this was "adieu" (goodbye, forever). and then she closed her eyes and kissed me very sweetly.

voila. i lived the dream.

now ben and i are in my apartment listening to the Boss' album "nebraska."

thanks, paris.


28 July, 2007

i should've been a sailor

last night in my dream the current American-Iraqi war never took place. But then Iraq attacked America and everyone in America got WAY pissed. Only it wasn't even just an attack, it was an invasion. Iraq was occupying parts of America -- Yakima, Washington being one of them.

(note: this isn't the first time I've had a dream where Yakima's been taken over. Once I dreamed Yakima was a war zone and the warehouse I used to work at during the summer was a concentration camp where I lived and was eventually going to be executed -- how crazy is that?)

Anyway, like I was saying, Iraq had invaded American and Saddam Hussein (still alive!) was in Yakima, believe it or not! He was walking through Chalet by Starbucks with his entourage and I saw him and I ran up to him and said, "Mr. Hussein, I just wanted to thank you -- no, I'm serious-- Mr. Hussein, I just wanted to thank you for your generous hospitality."

Then the dream gets fuzzy for a little while until I join the army. I'm about to be shipped off to war when I went to visit Isabel so I could tell her I had joined the army and say goodbye. So I get to her house, I tell her I had joined the army and she interrupts me and says, "Jimmy, why would you join the army!? You've been taking Naval officer training! If you had just joined the Navy you'd already be an officer!" She went on to explain how I was going to have to go through boot camp and all that business. I got so bummed out.

One striking memory I have from this portion of the dream is what I was wearing. I was wearing this belt of bullets like a sash around my chest. But instead of bullets there were coloring crayons, and I had a paintbrush strapped to my chest.

Anyway, I think the moral of the dream is to always look into big decisions before you make them.

Special thanks to Saddam Hussein for his posthumous surprise guest cameo though. He gets unexpected points. RIP, dude.

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All you'll ever be guilty of in my book was looking far too handsome. Plus the mass murder...

25 July, 2007

and i thought, "hummmmm...."

I went to this old basilica earlier this week called the Saint Denis Basilica. It's one of the oldest religious buildings in France. It was made several decades before Notre Dame. Anyway. I was checking out the architecture and the design-work on the building's facade and I noticed that there were some Pagan symbols. I asked my lecturer (cause I was on a field trip) what the deal was.

She explained to me that in the early days of the Christian Church (as the days of Saint Denis' construction) the Christians were so confident in their religion, faith, salvation, and the power of their god that they often times incorporated Pagan (or other religious) symbols without anxiety as to be more inclusive.

And then I thought about the Christian Church of today and I thought, "Hummmmm...."

Interesting side note about Saint Denis: He was a martyr AND is the patron saint of France. He got his head cut off down in Paris, got up, picked up his head, and walked north through the woods to the village where the basilica in his honor stands now. I wish people still did rad shit like that these days. No one ever walks around headless anymore.

Anyway, when he's depicted in statue form he usually looks like this:
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and you see him all over the place. In France, anyway.

23 July, 2007

manic monday!

the day got off to a fantastic start. i was dreaming that i was at this party back home, and Paul Turpin was there and I was trying to get his attention so I could ask him what his thoughts on the new R. Kelly album were. The Trucks were at the party. All of my friends were at the party. I was having the best time. I was dancing.

then when the day actually started i had three unfortunate realizations:

1. I had forgotten to set my alarm the night before, causing me to oversleep by a half an hour.
2. I felt as though a crab were pinching at my tender inner-throat tissues. I don't have cough-drops or candy or anything, so I just gargled salt water, which I don't think did anything, or is supposed to do anything.
3. It was raining like I couldn't believe.

What a time for it.

But business picked up. In my sociology class I was kind of daydreaming (I'm sick, so I'm a little fatigued...) and all of a sudden I got the giggles because I could absolutely not stop thinking about David Drori's Ronald Reagen impression where he says, "Wellllll...."

Pictured:  David Drori
David looking toward the future.

My giggles and smiles made lecture stop twice (mind you my sociology class is just me and another girl), and they were both really interested in what was so funny -- but I didn't tell them because I found myself in a situation like this once before when I was laughing during SCUBA Diving lessons over a joke about dry-suits that Sean Naman and Doug Sacrison and I had come up with. Well, when the SCUBA class asked me what was so funny I told them, and no one laughed (it was about farting in the dry-suit while you're 100 meters deep, inciting the deadly "squeeze"). Not only did no one find it funny, but they seemed incredibly put off.

Kind of like this guy:
Way, Way, Way Pissed
Stern Man.

So, I didn't explain the Reagen joke for the same reasons.

Anyway, tonight I'm going to go watch Jacques Demy's Les Demoiselles de Rochefort. Supposedly it's really great. How could you resist a film that looks like this?
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17 July, 2007

tres bien

i have discovered a new way to say refreshment, and it is menthe a l'eau.

menthe a l'eu is mint syrup and water in a cup of ice. it looks like this:

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it is juxtaposed next to regular water, i assume, to demonstrate it's superiority over what we all have assumed to be the most basic life-sustaining liquid on earth.

it's impossible to put to words its level of refreshment-- but imagine white linen gently floating in the afternoon breeze over a pasture of white daisies, mixed with vivacious sensation of skinny-dipping in the moonlight -- and then drink it while looking at the most beautiful women you have ever seen in your life pass by in front of you. that's menthe a l'eau. voila.

i'm going to go see Dr. Strangelove tonight. I really think Paris is great.

14 July, 2007

the metro was full of young people tonight laughing, drinking straight from champagne bottles, dancing, and singing back and forth to one another. some were playing rock-paper-scissor with the enthusiasm of six-year-olds.

it made me want to make a list of reasons why joy is important. and i think i'd preface the list with the two above sentences. i have no idea what they were saying, but i don't think joy needs translation.

i thought, "if it all came to an end right now, we'd be alright."

i'm also pretty sure this picture needs no translation:
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13 July, 2007

what a time for it

I've been gone from Bellingham, WA for four weeks and I've been in Paris, France for three weeks. Tomorrow is Bastille Day. Tonight I was hanging out in the square where the Bastille is. I drank white wine and rolled my own cigarettes at a cafe while I watched people light off their fireworks.

I like meeting new people. I have a new friend. Her name is Claire and she reminds me of a character from an old nickelodeon tv show. For example her name is Claire. She has two pet rats back home. She's a math major and wants to teach theoretical concepts at university when she grows up. She's an art minor. She was born in Venezuela. It almost seems too quirky to be real-- which is why she reminds me of a nickelodeon character. It's really funny.

I like meeting new people because you get to tell each other about yourself. When she asked me what I like to do, I told her I like watching movies. And then she asked me what else I did. So I thought about it. And I told her, "Well, I guess I like to laugh a lot." And the more I thought about it, the more I realized it was true. If I could, I think I'd like to laugh for a living.

Anyway. Paris is great. I'm listening to R. Kelly right now, and I can see the Eiffel Tower sparkle in the distance. La bonne vie. (That's supposed to say "The good life." I'm not very good at speaking French yet, so it might be incorrect semantically.)

Paris, France Stats:
Friends: 1
Movies: 6
New waist size: 31
Sunglasses: 1*

*I got a new pair of sunglasses. They look just like Guido's sunglasses for all of you 8 1/2 fans.

O geeze-- one last thing.

We watched this Agnes Varda film for class. And my instructor is this really bright woman, and we had a good discussion on the film after watching it. She told me that my ideas on the film were "very clever." After class, my program coordinator Ludmilla informed us that the next morning my cinema instructor was being interviewed on Paris' premiere intellectual radio station for her views on analytical philosophy.

And she thought I was clever. Yeesh.

08 July, 2007

Franny and Zooey

Paris is a really remarkable place to live. It demands leisure. To live in Paris is to take your time and enjoy things.

This morning I went to the cafe next to my flat to have a coffee and sit in the warm air. I finished Salinger's Franny and Zooey. The ending was transforming; it made me feel very light. I was compelled to re-read the last two pages several times. Franny and Zooey should be amended somewhere into the New Testament.

Today I'll take my lightness to Francois Truffaut's grave where I'll write something that might float, and hopefully it will develop nicely into something. Anything. You know?

Here's an unrelated but funny old picture from bellingham of nick and me:

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04 July, 2007

charmed, pt. 1

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thanks, paris.

03 July, 2007

oh, boy

today i saw maybe the prettiest girl in the whole world.

27 June, 2007

the chezz

I had one of the best dreams the other night.

I was in Bellingham, and I was walking down Potter St. with Josh O'Donnell, and I guess in my dream Josh was on Western's swimming team. Anyway, he was trying to convince me that I should join, because I guess I was super talented at swimming. But I kept telling him no way and that I wasn't into it all. Also, in my dream, I was such a hot shot swimmer that people for some reason referred to me as The Chezz.

Anyway, after I got fed up with Josh begging me to join the team, I pulled out a metal sledding saucer, hopped on it, and started sledding down Franklin St. Mind you there was no snow.

Let me explain something very important about the reality of my dream. Now, in our every day reality swimming is an activity that looks a lot like this:
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Not so in my dream. Instead, swimming looked much more like this:
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minus of course the snow. and the saucer was metal.

So i'm swimming (sledding) down Franklin St. And I whiz by the swimming coach (who was played by actor Ben Stein). And he yells after me in frustration, "Oh, The Chezz doesn't want to swim. The Chezz is too good to swim."

And that's my dream!

La Fête du Cinéma

I should mention that France has what I'm into pretty figured out. I arrived into France just in time to catch the Fête du Cinema.

It's a three day festival. On the first day you buy a ticket to a movie at any cinema and the cashier gives you a pass, and the pass gets you into any cinema in the country for free for the next two days. And then the day after those two days you can still see movies for just 2 euros. What.A.Country.

The first day I saw Paris, Je Taime (a film comprised of 20 shorts made by internationally acclaimed directors-- 1 short for each district that makes up Paris), and Fellini's Amacord. Amacord was in Italian with French subtitles, so I couldn't understand what was being said. But the film is so fine to watch that you really don't need dialog. It's a really magnificent film. Maybe one of my all time favorites.

This is it's poster:
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Then my parents came into town, and I had to stop watching movies. But my parents are cool, too. I had the best time with them. I got really drunk.

I've underestimated white wine my entire life. I have discovered something special in it here in Paris.

this paris

Well, Paris is great. Let me begin with that.

Let me show you where i live. It's a very nice neighborhood. Bourgeois, even. My flat is impeccably small, however. I live in a student apartment building, so it goes with the cheap rent. But I really like it. How could I be bummed when this is my view?
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I started my summer term on monday. I'm really getting an incredible, private education this summer. In my program it is just me and this girl. Since I signed up for the cinema program, and she signed up for French culture/sociology, the program has synthesized the two. Also, I think it's important for me to mention my professors. I'm being taught by some of the brightest minds in France. For example, today Courtney (the girl) and I met with our instructor Etiam, who is instructing us on the sociology of France. Etiam at the very young age of 26 was recently at the G8 conference doing research on the relationship between Lobbyists and reporters. And this fall he'll be relocating to Chicago where he's been hired into professorship by the University of Chicago. Not half bad. When I'm 26 I'll probably be... hopefully alive.

Class today was just Etian, Courtney, and me walking through Paris. Etiam talking, us listening. Then we ate Turkish food and talked and laughed.

Also, most importantly, I've been having very encounters with a very beautiful french girl on the elevator nearly every day. I believe she likes me. We'll see though.

23 June, 2007

it's not so bad

so i left you on a little bit of a cliff hanger with that last entry.

allow me to update you:
1. traveling has not been a piece of cake. in fact, it's been trying. originally i was to leave monday morning from seatac to chicago, then from chicago to london. however, due to inclement weather in the chicago area-- and how texas had something to do with it-- my flight was canceled and i had to rebook my flight to leave the following morning. which i did. on tuesday i went from seatac to new york's jfk, and from there to london. i sat next to two lovely puerto rican women who were in seattle visiting a sister. i only mention that they were puerto rican because i don't think i had ever met puerto ricans before and it was somewhat of a thrill.

anyway, eventually i got to london and my luggage did not. this would have been no big deal had london been my final destination. unfortunately i was paris bound. i gave them my phone number (to my mobile phone that is no longer mobile here in europe), and left the airport. why didn't i give them my address in paris? because i hadn't written it down before traveling. whoops. i'm about to go to bed on saturday night, and i still do not have my bags. supposedly i will soon.

like i was getting at earlier -- i left london without my bags. i took the subway into paddington station, hopped on another subway headed for waterloo station, and boarded a train to Poole where I eventually boarded a Ferry that would travel through the night and arrive in Cherboug, France the following morning. I had a private cabin somehow, and I slept. I also took my first shower of the trip since I left Yakima on Saturday night. I had the stinks pretty bad.

Cherboug was made famous in the 1964 film Umbrellas of Cherboug by new wave filmmaker Jacques Demy. I arrived at 6:30 in the morning and walked the 25 minute journey from the ferry terminal into town. It was a nice town, and the people were friendly. Incidentally, it was at this point in the trip that I peaced with vegetarianism and ate a sausage in a baguette for breakfast.

I took the train from Cherboug to Rouen and met up with my old friend Wes Maples. He bought me a cafe (that's coffee to us Americans!) and showed me around the city. Rouen is famous for two reasons (probably more). 1. The cathedral that Monet painted incessantly is located in the heart of the city, and 2. Joan of Arc, who was made famous in 1928 by Carl Th. Dreyer in his film la Passion de Jeanne d'Arc. (no one knew who she was before that film, i am told.) (the previous parenthesis was a joke.) Joan of Arc was burned at the stake in Rouen. What a way to go, you know? Fight off the British, talk with God, and then be burned because you're a woman. C'est la vie.

I hung out with Wes, we had a great time. I'll give more details later. This blog is getting out of hand long. It's more like a Blong than a blog.

I got to Paris. Paris is great. Girls are pretty. I'm in bed right now and I'm pretty sleepy. So, I'm wrapping this up.

Ps, entries will never be this long again.
pps, i don't have a wire to connect my camera to my computer. please mail me one.
ppps, david-- the joke that bombed was this-- i was in Rouen with Wes and this very generous and kind family, and we were talking about my French phrase book I have that helps me communicate with people -- and everyone was talking about how these types of books are filled with phrases that are useless because no one ever talks in such convenient phrases. So, I thumbed through my book, looking for a dumb question, and then asked everyone, "will it be sunny tomorrow?" and everyone took it as very sincere and earnestly and looked up the weather for me and told me i should probably expect rain.

priceless, you know?

18 June, 2007

dear american airlines, chicago, et al:

not too impressed.

Jimmy Marble

17 June, 2007

seattle, washington!

Currently I'm in Seattle, Washington. It's a major metropolitan city in the United States' Pacific Northwest. It is known for its major corporations like Starbucks, Microsoft, Nirvana, and Boeing. There are roughly five million people living in the city alone! For food they eat popped-corn, salmon, and apples. Can you believe that!?

The city looks like this:
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and they used to even have a kingdome!!!
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imagine that!!

The people are very friendly. They speak English so it's easy to get around. Today I saw a man wearing a funny hat!!!!!!1

'Til next time!!!

08 June, 2007


i painted the barn today. i really did it. i painted in the dark even.

by the time i was done my nose was running in a constant stream. literally. it was like a fountain of liquid boogers.

several hours later i still feel like dying.

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pray for me.


i have a blog now. i'm going to paris next week. maybe my friends can keep tabs on me this way. here's a picture of alf to keep you busy until the ball starts to really get rolling.

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