Friday, October 21, 2011

Light


God said,
“Let there be light.”
John said, 
the light became
bone and blood and 
settled on planet earth
Jesus said, 
“You are the light of the world.”
They say,
incandescents are 
10 percent light,
90 percent hot air

But they can be
thrown away

Thursday, October 13, 2011

The crew beneath the Foot

In the 1990 film, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, there's a group of youth who work as an organized crime gang run by their Darth-Vader-wanna-be leader, "Shredder." The gang that was beneath the Foot –– less karate more petty crime. This crew was the regular country crop of juvenile delinquents, who likely grew up fertilized with neglect and no discipline resulting in emotional instability, anger management issues, poor relationship skills, a strong anti-authority disposition, and an addiction to cigarettes.  At the end of the movie, the group is discovered and disbanded by the humanoid fighting-turtle team, but I'm pretty sure a few escaped, moved to China, got rich, procreated, raised their kids in the same tradition, and then sent them to Hong Kong Adventist Academy.

Ask me what I'd give for four turtles, a backpack of plutonium, and a roll of duct tape...

A lot.

Peanut Butter Surprise

After the stir. 

It came to the point last year, at the West Whitman Estate, where I didn't bother picking the ants out of my cereal. They wore us down. Relentless. Alban actually declared Jihad during the first quarter, but we were too cheap to seek a permanent fix, and by spring I was used to the occasional sour-burst in my Raison Bran. I even started looking forward to it.

Joy jumped me after I opened the peanut butter jar and found that the ants had invaded.



I hesitated. (It was the last of my peanut butter. I was hungry.)



Grabbing my knife, I moved in to scoop-flank some of the dark-invaders, but they had claimed to much turf, so I decided mid move, like a frugal truck-stop diner, to stir and serve.

Gorilla As tea-time special: Peanut Butter Banana Ant-Sprinkle Sandwich. 

Friday, October 7, 2011

My Sins


“I have long feared that my sins would return to visit me, 
and the cost is more than I can bear.”


I haven’t killed anyone, but I lived in a dorm once. While there, I made some decisions, decisions some people might even label: ‘POOR DECISIONS.’ But who didn’t, right? I mean, the world was different back then, window-screens weren’t locked as much and construction signs were a dime a dozen.  
In those days, when I was scheming, I didn’t always have my deans in mind. Well, I did in a sense –– where they’d be and how they might react if they caught me –– but I wasn’t as concerned with their well being –– how my actions might affect their emotional health, sleep cycles, and overall life expectancy.  
I hoped my sins were forgotten, but whether by some action/reaction law of nature, or by some sort of divine justice, I’m a dean now. 
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,I’MM SAW-HA-HA-HAR-REE-Y (sobs and kosher expletives).







Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Western Eats

Friends form Walla Walla, Lance Davis and Andrew Corson, came down from Guangzhou this weekend (Guangzhou is inMainland China, two hour train-sit from HK). We saw some stuff, did some stuff, yadayadayada. But one of our primary objectives was to seek and destroy some western eats.

The weekend menu included falafel (not really "western" but the middle east is further west than HK, sometimes), burritos (graded on a curve with the WW T-Wag I'd give them a C+), a Texan/Wild-West BBQ-like joint called Anthony's Ranch (the food and decorating were definitely Texany, but they were broadcasting a rugby match on the big screen), and Paisonos.

Paisonos is a pizza joint established Brooklyn expat. The slices are big, greasy, and cheap. Lance went for it. He went for it all the way. And he couldn't quite finish all of it.

This is a picture of Lance holding two pieces of pizza.



Sunday, October 2, 2011

Hong Kong Philharmonic


A couple weekends ago, a few of us from the school went to the symphony. It was kind of like the Walla Walla Symphony, only different. 



Afterwards we took the Star Ferry across the harbor.