(as the movie we’ve been watching together is rolling its credits…)

Her: [Looks up suggestively and moves hand across bed]

Me: You do realize this is quite possibly the worst pre-coital movie. ever?

Her: [Keeps silent and smiles a wicked toothy smile]

Me: That’s it! stay the hell away from me!!! I’m sleeping on the floor tonight.

(awesome movie, otherwise)

Upon latest head count, it would appear that direct family members are:

  • Brother #1: Expecting the great Kanto earthquake from his Tokyo apartment (any day now).
  • Brother #2: Traipsing the Moroccan Desert with his backpack and a donkey.
  • Brother #3: Learning Cantonese pillow talk in Shanghai.
  • Dad: Watching snow melt in Eastern Canuckistan.
  • Mum: Enjoying Lebanon northwestern coast (lovely weather at this time of year), currently deciding between Syria and Cyprus for an emergency evac (wins extra bonus points for Country-on-the-Brink-of-Civil-War).

Honestly, I don’t know what that says about us as a family.

Currently, they still oscillate between Nobel Prize and two Advils.

Seriously: who goes out until morning on a Monday night? More to the point: who goes to work the day after, on a national holiday?

A sucker, that’s who.

Don’t you think?

I mean, the alcohol, the drugs, the neverending nights of feral sex, the uninspired blogging… it gets old, really.

Alright, so maybe not the booze, drugs and sex part. But the blogging part: definitely. I don’t mean the part about writing inane crap that nobody in their right mind should care about, in between two intense navel-staring sessions. I don’t think I’ll get tired of that part any time soon (I’m trying though). I mean, the sterile format that this blog has come to follow.

Oh, trust me, I am very aware of it. Sure, I have many excuses as to why my posting rate has dwindled to the levels of Bangladesh’s strawberry production on a bad monsoon year… Work, life, love (or pursuit thereof), happiness (idem) etc. But we all know there’s more to it. Truth be told, blogging here bores me, most of the time. There are a couple reasons for that, chiefly among them are:

  • This blog started out on the wrong foot.
    When I decided to open my first self-hosted online space, it started as a bastard mix of for-friends-only (“hey guys, long time no see”) news reports and travel-journal (“lookee all the whacky things they have here”)… Both rather boring genres in the long run, neither something I really felt like doing much. But I have been pulled toward these roots ever since.

  • It is read by all the wrong people.
    Quite expectedly (although I originally never intended it to be), this has become the place where all people who either have invested some DNA into me, or were court-ordered to stay at least a continent away, come to get their life update on Dave. Knowing that both your genitors (hi Mum! hi Dad!), extended family, past love interests (and potentiall future ones) are all reading this, puts a serious cap on any attempt at spontaneity.
  • And therefore… I write elsewhere.
    Yes, I know, it hurts, but I have been seeing other people. In other locales, other languages even. Usually with completely different style and contents. Don’t even try to search the web: believe me you won’t find it. Those other writings are all that this isn’t: personal, fun, hyperbolic, unauthentic, uncensored etc.

Then why bother?

Good question. I suppose because this still serves a purpose for some writings, in some contexts. Also because I hate giving up. And closing that blog before I turn 50 would feel like giving up.

But things need to change. Not sure what, but they do.

Still working on details. I technically have about 10 days before the official 5 year anniversary of this blog. Do not expect grand announcement or sudden changes, just be warned.

Sorta.

Albert Hofman, discoverer of the lysergic acid diethylamide compound (better known under its initials) and advocate of a mature, non-repressive approach to psychedelic drug experimentation, died this week at the age of 102.

Yet another tragic example of a young life cut short by the evils of drugs.

Moving on… Hopefully I’ll soon have a couple Tokyo pics to bring
back the mood to now. Unfortunately, I completely omitted to test the
camera on my new keitai before purchasing it and it turns out it has
really crappy lo-light performances… So we’ll have to figure another
way to relate some of the usual late-night debauchery taking place in
my new city of residence…

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Never got around to post pics of last year’s Bathroom Project.
Last September, A. helped me redecorate my bathroom walls in the most unoriginal, immature, teenage way we could think of: wacky magazine wallpapering. It took a couple trips to riverside bouquinistes to find all necessary ingredients to that lo-grade art project (that 1978 issue of Spanking International took a lot of crate diving, believe me).

Of course, we knew from the start that our lovingly put-together mural art would have a very limited life expectancy (the walls are being torn down as I write this), but that was part of the fun: it’s all about the ephemeral bathroom art.

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  • Vita
  • Academia
    • Finish all unfinished uni projects.
    • Get seriously started on my research.
    • Make up my mind on the whole PhD thing.
    • Pick a subject.
    • Pick a country.
    • Pick an advisor (not necessarily in the above order).
  • Technica
  • Et caetera
    • Sushi.
    • Beer.
    • Music.
    • Art.
    • Et alia caetera.