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Typical Weekday

04:20 Wake up, bathroom, shower, wash hair, brush teeth, put on clothes for work, transit to work.
06:00 Work shift starts.
18:00-22:00 (varies) Actually clock out from work, transit home, possible grocery store stop.
18:30-22:30 (varies) Take out trash, wash dishes, prep dinner, cook dinner, eat dinner.
00:00 Hopefully asleep by this time.

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Perfect Plagiarism?

Going through the archives of Unshelved, a webcomic I've enjoyed and supported, when I came across this sponsored book comic:

Does the plot not strike anyone else as extremely familiar?

Started A New Blog Over At Blogger

Light Travel // What Do People Wear in _____?

My travel-related posts will go there. Gape in horror at my travel obsession.

Travel: To Roll or Not To Roll?

Probably ever since I injured my knee, I've been on the fence about rolling luggage.

Previously, I was hardcore "I didn't need wheels when I was in the Army, and I don't need them now!" Cue Tom Bihn and Red Oxx fixations.

However maybe it's a symptom of still not packing as light as I could be packing, but recently I've been mostly feeling, "Checking in my carry-on sized rolling luggage is good. Taxis are good." It could just be my bum knee talking, but honestly it's so much more convenient to have to deal with your luggage as little as possible, than to lug it around the entire airport (including restrooms and restaurants) and "have the freedom to" carry it all on your back/shoulder while you explore the city's public transit system/walking.

There are some caveats, though. At times you will need to travel via train or subway, and not all stations have elevators and/or escalators. But they will definitely have stairs. In these cases, it is much more of a breeze to go up and down the stairs with your luggage on your back vs. having to haul it by hand (or, if you don't care for your luggage much, to drag it step by step - I have seen this done!)

However, since those inconveniences are minor at worst, back to the benefits of wheeled luggage.

1. More security. Few non-rolling luggage configurations (backpacks, duffels) have true lockable zippers - the kind you can't manipulate to open even when locked! (See http://www.onebag.com/bags.html#bag-security ) However, manipulating a zipper this way is harder when the sides of your luggage are rigid, as with rolling luggage! Even more so, many rolling luggage styles incorporate locks that don't just lock the zipper pulls, they lock the zipper heads for more security. How much do you trust the hotel/hostel staff to not give in to curiosity, or darker motivations?

2. Less grungy. When you hand in your luggage for safekeeping, for example when you have to check out early but have a late evening flight, you can rest assured that no matter how dingy the storage room, you won't have to press your body against the bag later.

3. Those who insist on helping you with your luggage will appreciate it. I felt bad when my mother's 60-year-old friend wouldn't take no for an answer and carried my non-rolling luggage for me from the station to their home. Wouldn't it have been much easier for all involved if he could have just rolled it instead?

...to be continued?

(Or, to wrap things up: Go go wheels!)

Dream Report

A robot. A family.

The robot expresses his wish to fly.

The father is a pilot/flier.

He believes it's impossible for Robot to fly.

The father goes out and "flies" as his trade - outside of, while attached to the plane (a smaller, private plane - maybe a Cessna, etc).

He talks about how you don't learn it, you just have to do it and you'll know if you can do it.

There's a clang before the father goes out of the plane, and the sisters are a little distressed at how the rope seems to be unraveling itself, but the father assures them it's fine

He goes out and is doing fine, still having small talk with the girls

There's another clang, and again the rope looks like it's unravelling.

The girls are really worried, and call it to the father's attention

The father now really feels something is wrong, and powers his way back inside the plane with the help of the girls.

The plane is going to crash.

It crashes into a home.

They all survive the impact, but the younger girl makes a comment about the landing, and the three exchange glances and start to run

They get outside of the house and there's a cab pulling up, which the elder sister notices the people getting out are speaking Japanese

She tells them in Japanese, "Run, it's going to explode!"

They all take cover

Somehow the explosion doesn't hurt any of them


The family gathers with the elderly family head - in a wheelchair, sick, but in high spirits

Someone takes the elder sister aside

There are vicious rumors flying around about the 'accident' - a magazine is threatening to "expose the truth"

That perhaps it wasn't an accident... That the younger sister or Robot had something to do with it

The elder sister approaches Robot, who is trying to plug florescent bulbs into the earth

"What are you doing, Robot?"

Robot says something which the elder sister interprets as Robot misunderstanding the relationship between the earth and humans (or something)

... I think at this point I got confused whether the younger sister was the Robot, but that's the crux of what I remember from the dream

"Hell is other people" - Sartre

The bad.

Technically, I should have had one day free for doing things like the San Diego Wild Animal Park, or Sea World, or even contemplating bussing/training it up to Los Angeles to surprise my grandma at her convalescent hospital.

However, the night before that was so stressful, it was all I could do to drag myself to the Seaport Village and walk around a bit.

To cut a long story short and at the same time gloss over incriminating details:
  • My seat partner was less than ideal

  • I had to get work done on the flight

  • My experience as a retail worker sure came in handy

  • I think the people across the aisle from me felt sorry for me

  • After I made it to the hotel, I had even more work to do before I could finally sleep

  • It was past midnight when I finally ate room service dinner

So that was Tuesday. Wednesday, the waiter at one of the Seaport Village restaurants called me "Sir," the Greenpeace people tried to appeal to me by talking about China, and one of the vendors asked me as I walked away, "You speak Japanese? Konnichiwa!" And then when I went to Ralph's to try to avoid the inevitable $30-$40 meals and expensive alcohol, the disapproving cashier asked me, "Are you really over 21?" AFTER she had already seen my ID.

Oh, and I'd forgotten to bring my jacket, so even the awesome San Diego weather wasn't as enjoyable as it should have been.

Maybe in that last case only, hell was my own forgetfulness.


I'm 27, but sometimes I really forget myself.

I'll probably be always be an awkward kid and forget that:

  • I've taught college students

  • I've taught elementary school students

  • I've trained employees

  • I've trained soldiers

  • I've led soldiers in war

Well, being suspected of having forged my ID to buy alcohol doesn't help. Thank you, lady at Ralph's in downtown San Diego.

The dream from this morning.

In a modern environment, the arrival of an esteemed guest causes the inhabitants of an installation to paricipate in random mass mortal combat with each other using bladed implements.

Painfully funny: Run an 8.2 mile road race without training for it. In shoes that may be a half size too small.

Painfully funny follow-up: Peel water chestnuts using your fingernails. Don't stop when things get pushed under the nail and into the quick.

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Maui Twenty-ten

Participants: Myself, cirrushi, krazykased, Jenny of unknown LJ status

Day One

  • First stop, Krispy Kreme!

  • Dropped off luggage at hotel.

  • Sam Sato's!

  • Sam Sato's turned out to be closed for the entire duration of trip, ate at Wei Wei BBQ & Noodle House instead.

  • Visited the ʻĪao Valley, did official hike and unofficial hike.

  • Kepaniwai Park Heritage Gardens, where we walked a secret path from Japan to China!

  • Hotel much nicer than anticipated!

  • Longhi's - pretty much all ordered pasta and other non-standard entree items - Good!

  • Lahaina - very cool, many galleries, feel was similar to Monterey or maybe a hint of La Jolla

Day Two

  • Broke fast at Tasty Crust! Yum yum!

  • Stopped off at Island Kitchen/Chicken to pick up some lunch.

  • The LONG road up Haleakalā.

  • Messed up knee again, unbearable pain.

  • Air so much clearer up high, everything in sharp relief. COLD! Beautiful.

  • Could not check in on Gowalla due to spotty reception = sad.

  • Wine tasting and tour at the Tedeschi Winery at Ulupalakua Ranch.

  • Field trip lunch.

  • Back to hotel for rest and swimming!

  • Pizza Hut + Mike's Hard Lemonade + True Lies + Disney Channel = Fun times!

Day Three


  • Check out, leave luggage at hotel.

  • Tried to keep it real at Denny's.

  • Bought beach mats, BEACH!

  • Oh shit it's 3:27pm and we just found out Tasaka Guri Guri Ice Cream closes at 4:00 - GO GO GO!

  • Tasaka Guri Guri Ice Cream, 4:03pm: They've been closed the entire time, Jan 1-3.

  • Kitchen Chips Scavenger Hunt.

  • Picked up luggage from hotel, off to Koho Grill & Bar for dinner. Interesting Koho sauce.

  • Everyone is closed because it is Sunday and Maui.

  • Airport, airplane, leave Maui.

  • Come back to Maui.

  • Finally reach Oahu.