Hi From HI

Observations from an 8 mile walk in Honolulu:

1. This town is small.
2. Only crazy people walk outside of tourist areas.
3. Chinatown is awesome
4. Vegan Pho is easily obtainable.
   
5. I love natto maki.
6. Homeless people love parks and shopping carts.
7. The bus is called "The Bus".
8. Service is awesome,discounts plentiful.
9. Hipsters and fixed gears are rare.
   
10. The is no "Japantown" because the whole city is pretty much one.
11. Musubi is very, very popular.
    
12. I need new slippahs.
    
13. Beaches in Honolulu aren't as nice up close.
14. People with face tattoos generally don't smile.
    
15. My accent changes everytime i get to Hawaii.
    
16. Chinatown has insane deals on produce and general junk.
    
17. Recycling is done primarily by the homeless folk and old ladies.
    
18. There are some rough areas in Hawaii.
    
19. WAMU and Chase are non-existent.
    
20. Most papayas seem to come from the Big Island.
21. Tourism is down and shops are closing.
22. The whole town smelled of BBQ today.
    
23. There are beautiful women everywhere.
    
24. Chinatown is awesome.
    
25. This town will be even smaller by bike.
    

Well see how this changes over the next few months.

Should have listened to Dick, Dick.

Old pics...

Oh Internet....

Christians....Ex-Huh?


Reno 911?:


Oh Stereotypes....

One of those ..

Weekends.

Its strange, it didn't seem that bad and I actually had a great time overall, but in recollection it wasn't very good. Last Friday I went to get my i-pod fixed at some "cheap" repair shop in midtown. I was informed (wrongly) that it would only be $15-25 to replace the headphone jack. On the fairly leisurely bike ride down the Hudson River Bike path I even discovered that my new favorite sound is that of ice floating down the river. Unfortunately as I arrived I was quickly informed that this is a extremely common problem and its true cost: $100. Umm Fuck that? Cant I buy a new pod for just a few bucks more? Yes but no chance in hell will I succumb.

Slightly irritated but enjoying the lovely 40+ degree weather I decided to follow my favorite sound and maybe catch a glimpse of the recent plane wreckage being pulled out of the river. Another wrong move. As I veered over towards the pier over looking the wreckage I was about to dismount my bike when I heard honking behind me. I was in the pedestrian area so I figured the honking was from the street. I was wrong. Apparently that was my warning to get off my bike, which I was in the process of doing anyways. Next hing I know a white Ford Explorer rolls its windows down and a lady too fat to remove herself from the backseat demands my ID. "Um why ?". "Cause you're riding you're bike in a bike free zone". Assholish banter spews forth from my mouth , particularly regarding the fact that I wasn't riding my bike. Yet, I apparently dismounted 15 ft or so after the sign that i didn't see in the first place. Sweet. New York's Park and Rec department will soon be $50 richer. As she was filling out my ticket, i asked why i didn't get a warning to which she replied that the honk was my warning and that her boss has a zero tolerance policy. "You mean so you're gonna ticket that old lady riding up right now?". Her partner then begrudgingly jumped out and proceeded to ticket some 70 year old lady on her bike. Lame. I went home and baked a cake. Super Moist Chocolate cake with a Peanut Butter Mocha Frosting.

On to Saturday, which was surprisingly productive. I read some articles and chapters and did some research. Next thing I new it was time to head downtown and meet up with some colleagues from school and act very unprofessional. That was accomplished. Of the 15 or so that showed, a good majority managed to get quite intoxicated, and one managed to throw up on someones arm and my shoe. And oh it gets better, or worse. After retrieving said person from the bathroom floor and putting him in a taxi, i noticed the large majority of the group had disappeared and the last few were leaving. A taxi ride sure beats the train at 3AM so I went to find my jacket to leave. That's when the fun began, my jacket was nowhere to be found. Nowhere, and after repeated searching and scanning of anyone jacket that looked remotely similar i reminded myself of its contents. Smokes, two joints, some Japanese flash cards, gloves, and oh fuck my camera.

So even though i had a quite enjoyable weekend with friends and a highly enjoyable bike ride I am now stuck without a winter coat in the middle of winter, no longer the owner of a point and shoot camera and my bank account will be rapidly shrinking as its book buying season too.

But I've got Tickets for AMEBIX next week and a few other things going so...

Im almost missing snow....

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