So, I got a job. Nothing too exciting - it pays eight bucks a session (one and half hours) and I'm only getting two classes a week right now, so I'm very much relying on the money I brought. It's damn good experience though, and hopefully I will be able to make a name for myself out here and get a better job ( Read more... )

Well, mostly. I've recovered from internet paranoia and decided to open up interesting parts of my journal to the general public. The good stuff is still friends only, of course, but I feel perhaps it's time for a more open approach to internet journalism. Of course, this is a crude attempt to generate more readership and thus grant me greater ( Read more... )

The sun sits fat in the sky, bloated and wicked, glaring with single-minded brutality at the earth. The hot season is starting, and things will only get worse from here. The day started out well enough, though, despite the vicious early morning assault from our solar overlord. Steven and I woke around eight thirty, and went with Archimedes to the ( Read more... )

It’s hot. Don’t want to get out of bed, don’t want to move hot. The sun beats down like a relentless attacker, punishing the breeze for daring to be cool. It stalks through the dusty streets like a plague, sending people scurrying for shade and the buzzing succor of the fans ( Read more... )

FUCK Opera crashed and I lost my update.

Well, here are the pictures.

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As I awoke, the sun was slithering up into the sky over the Mekong River like a lump of butter sliding across a giant blue frying pan. My head felt like it was packed with styrofoam, and Archimedes was nestled comfortably in the crook of my neck, having relieved herself on my shoulder ( Read more... )

Let me tell you about my monkey. My monkey is named Archimedes Sexcopter Saxby the first. My monkey enjoys climbing, food, and sitting on my shoulder. My monkey makes strange, adorable sounds and plays with my earring. My monkey hates dogs, but likes to pee on my back. My monkey goes nuts around new people, scrambling over furniture and scrabbling ( Read more... )

When I arrived at the concert, my first view was a clamoring wall of sweaty, living meat. The push to get inside the dilapidated stadium grounds was awe-inspiring to behold. Hundreds and hundreds of Khmer people, all jostling together, lit by garish fairground lights and generator-powered lamps vied for entry as hawkers shouted from stalls and the ( Read more... )

I have taken what I feel to be a bold step in the right direction, here in Cambodia. I am the kind of man who acts on his dreams, and knows exactly what he wants. What I want is a monkey. To this end, I contracted my friend Kahn to steal a baby one for me, which I will keep leashed at all times (to prevent monkey business) or chained to a pole ( Read more... )