Monday July 29 2013

Our Time has Come. Erik Bulatov.[i]

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When walking at night in this particular neighborhood that's understood to be Chanticleer it never crossed my mind that it might be dangerous. By the dumpsters I meet a few neighborhood friends. Some of them are wearing chest wraps with chain-links attached. It's meant to protect them from getting robbed or shot. Later I discover a Russian border wormhole, some kind of gateway that doesn't require flying thousands of miles across the Atlantic but instead you can just hop through this mysterious gateway. A Russian woman inspects all of us. I use what little I know of the language to chat with a girl in line next to me.

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Waking up at 11:05 a.m.


All day shift at China Wok.

Slow. Slow. Slow.

On the way to deliver my first order of the day I come across one of those armored money trucks completely flipped over on Laskin Road, no sign of how it happened. The cops have the roads blocked up to Birdneck.

Over-turned Armored Truck on Laskin Road (July 29 2013)[ii]

Peanut Butter Bagel. Salt n Vinegar Chips with Avocado. Honey Oolong Tea.

Talking with Ling, my boss, about the Chinese language. He teaches me some simple sounds and symbols so I can learn how to write orders in Chinese.

The little girls show up with Cecily. Chasing them around out in the parking lot.

Reading this article in Veer, a local magazine, by Tom Robotham about Sex and the Single Soul. It's quite profound in regards to sexuality in our modern day society.

"The river of hookups in our society, in other words, leaves spiritual and emotional carnage in its wake. Which only adds more fuel to the urge to just hook up. Thanks to 'social' networking, suburban isolation, and a whole raft of other cultural influences, we've lost much of our ability to truly connect with one another. And then when we try, we often get hurt. A fair number of people I know have, as a result, closed off their hearts to real intimacy. Like drivers on the freeway—to borrow an analogy from Bret Easton Ellis—they're afraid to merge, for fear of being crushed. But sometimes fear causes more accidents then boldness."

I actually have to deal with overly cautious drivers all the time on the road and feel the same way in that they can be more dangerous than the bold, more egotistical drivers (like me). Then again, there's danger in both schools of thought. I love how much you can read into someone according to their behavior on the road.

Vegetable Fried Rice with Egg.

Off work.

Cereal: Honey Bunches of Oats with Milk.

Watching The Ice Harvest (2005).

Sleep 4 a.m.

[i] Our Time has Come. Erik Bulatov.

[ii] Accident on Laskin Road.

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