That’s right. I am the toughest 31 year old in this mother fucking world. I know it’s very difficult to imagine, but that’s just how it is, brother (and daughters). Why, because I have been ridiculously and rather romantically enticed to use one of the key components from the Murakami Haruki’s book called, “Kafka by the seaside”. If you have got so much time and energy to be curious about this, you should go out more often. I mean you really should.
You might wantonly be slightly and secretly wondering why in the world of Gandhi and Brittney I started a blog. The reason isn’t as simple as me, it’s simply more complicated than that. Well, now that I think about it, not really. Recently one of my dear friend, Rootdown, iChatted to me that my World Cup blog was bitching. He did claim that this was not a solo claim that my other dear friend Newdad did feel the same way. “Maybe you should do this and forget about your day job”.
He definitely did not say that as my day job (and according to my girlfriend Bonbon “his everyday 25 hours a day job”) is taking pictures. There will be images inserted into this blog from like next time, but then today, I’m just not up to it. It’s rather unprofessional, but it’s the simple truth. I mean, you don’t want me to take shite pics and put it up here right? Oh, by the way, Bonbon did not say it’s a 25 hours a day job. Just a very funny French joke. Laugh.
So, I’ve been waiting for the exact moment for this miraculous divine intervention to creep behind me and scare me spineless. The recent lack of enthusiasm with work and everything else have perhaps maybe contributed to this, but then an incident happened today which made me realized that no time is worse than today to start a new chapter in my wonderfully bitchin’ life.
Simply put, I missed my flight. I missed my flight going back home to Bonbon and Neko and United 93. I did my work, I was ready to go home, having spent the night at my friend’s place in Glasgow. 273 (as he now aptly named himself spread vertically on the couch watching SPL highlights) is the person whom I owe a lot as his charitable efforts in letting me crash and BURN on the weekends when I have a match here to shoot makes him a demi-god status. He told me to put that in, but in any case he’s a quality lad. After getting to HELL (ie Prestwick International Airport that is NOT in Glasgow) and back due to a lack of communication between what I have written as the departure time and what the oh-so-kind people at Ryanair has given me, I missed my first ever flight. You’ve read that correctly. Possibly the most eco-unfriendly specie living on earth has missed his first flight. Hooray for those who want a tree to hug, dismay and utter disbelief in my own stupidity for yours confused.
After calling Bonbon to tell her of my demise, booking a ticket to fly away at precisely 6:40AM the following day (thanks for reminding me), and calling 273 that I will be scooting my excellent buttocks on his carpet one more night, I panicked. Because of the unobtrusively high amount of money that is going towards flying this way and that and back around and missing a fucking flight, combined with the fact that I have been what we commoners say as “unlucky” with a small “u” in the middle in recent weeks, I felt like crying. I know, I’m a hard mother of man, but I felt the spirits of Izumi and Izumi 2 has combined to wreak unapproachable havoc in my life for some time. Combined with being rather tired has put me in a spot I couldn’t refuse.
But then boys never cry. And I didn’t. Because I’m that tough. After encouraging texts from Bonbon and a calming session of watching the almost exactly the same view from HELL to Glasgow Central, I decided that it was time I put down my left and right hands together as one and dance the forbidden dance on the keyboard.
So here it is. It’s rather a poor beginning of a professional photographer … wait, there is a picture.
The top of the site has a picture and I took that. Okay, it’s not that bad.
With that confused note, but on the up, this starts. I have no idea if it ever will be funny or funky or foolish (yes, it’s 3 f’s, yes, I did use it on purpose, no, it’s not that clever, I know), but it’s a start. This will start a new day, with the same underwear as yesterday, and a much more productive mornings than just checking my 1st place on fantasy basketball and teaching Neko some naughty Japanese words.
So take a dive into my multi-cultural, multi-lingual (sometimes) and fossil fuel burning life due for a take off at exactly 6:40AM tommorrow morning (with check-in at least 40 minutes before departure).
Mr. Dragon
9 Comments
March 13, 2007 at 7:34 am
So good to realize that my dragon is finally not that perfect!
Where are the pictures of me?!
Fly well mon coeur
March 13, 2007 at 1:46 pm
You read? Kafka by the seaside? Did not know you had a Norwegian Wood side to you, oh you sensitive soul you.
March 13, 2007 at 5:34 pm
Bonbon
I know, I know. I’m not perfect, but then I’m secretly perfect. Please honey don’t tell anyone. Pictures of you will be there shortly, ofcourse. No really, it will be there. Oui, I promise. Yes, Bonbon I won’t put your scandalous shaved head attacking with an umbrella picture here. No, I think I deleted it….
Lermin
Sometimes I like to try something new. I do get an occasional Baumkuchen, but only on Tuesday mornings. You wouldn’t believe what sort of emotions and fluid that ran through and out of me when I bought this book and with some luck, that episode will be here. Just between you and me, I’m probably the 2nd most sensitive person behind, “you know who it is, sugar” in the brotherhood.
March 13, 2007 at 11:16 pm
mmm Kafka mmm small boys in the park, Jumpers for goal posts eh? Prague…mixed saunas? Whip me with birch twigs? Big sugary cake with a bigger hole eh…..fluid? Sexually frustrated? Flight attendants? I know you… this is subliminal messaging! Encoded message? The Brotherhood? The Masons? Cross border online gambling bans? Seriously very enjoyable, thanks, fancy a beer on Thursday with Alan in town?
March 14, 2007 at 3:32 pm
Jeez Ryu you really do have one hell of a big ego.
March 14, 2007 at 3:59 pm
Spencer,
(both is okay as well).
Sublimely me subliminal. I am hedging my bet that some day some where in a galaxy not so far away, some one with a penchant for procrastination will come out with a book trying to read between the lines of my blog. When that happens, it will probably indicate that my fame has reached critical mass. Hopefully for my photography and not my blog.
Your fairy godmother,
It is not my ego that drives me to write this (or drives me from point A to B on my ecofriendly “footmobile”) rather… mmm… I guess I wanted to make sure that people are entertained throughout their office hours. If there is at least 1 person who gets their inspiration out of reading my excerpts, then perhaps that person does need to go and get his/her head checked out, I mean that person rocks my cheese.
March 15, 2007 at 10:17 am
Hey Ryu
My situation has not been so great as of late but after it improves very soon you are more than welcome to crash at my modest place.
Aubrey.
March 15, 2007 at 12:05 pm
Aubrey,
Thank you so much. Hopefully things will play out as it should and I’m looking forward to getting hammered in that place called Glasgow. For a little laugh, do come around and read this blog once in a while. Someone sometimes somewhere is doing worse than you.
March 17, 2007 at 12:40 pm
I’m reading it, Its interesting ! Need to post more fotos though Ryu. Maybe I will see you on Sunday.