It's been almost two weeks of nothing. This afternoon I felt some kind of relief. There are two possible explanations. I realized that my purpose doesn't have to be myself. I also maybe took enough insulin, which can usually help. So, I'm looking for something great to give myself away to.
But the IJ wave seems like a good one
Well, I quit the textbook job so I could read my novel more. Don't know if I have the constitution to work in an office. Max says maybe I identify too much with whatever my job is. He might be right; most people in the world just work for money. I've been frustrated by the last two jobs where I've paid because I know English even while I generate little or no value because of the structural limitations on my role. I may just not be so good at surfing the colonialist wave.
Hey I got/kept the job anyways, so what?
So this house and job thing is an experiment which I'm not sure will really make me happy. I guess the idea of this is that it will make a healthy platform from which, with my few remaining hours, I can moderately pursue and enjoy my 'interests' I have to say I'm skeptical; but don't think I'm just setting myself up for failiure, I am actually curious to see if this can work. I'm pretty sure I can always go back to doing whatever the fuck I want to without regard for other people's sensibilities; I get more exercise that way.
The things I'm not supposed to say
I have a new room with Max in a shared apartment. It is small, with a loft that makes it like two tiny rooms. I am up on the loft where the three tiny screenless windows are. Even when I keep them closed, a couple mosquitoes come in at night, which really sucks. It is a bit sticky even on moderately cool days so I imagine it will be an intolerable sweatbox on real hot summer days, which could happen any time. The rent, which we're splitting, is US$300 a month. The landlord, turns out, actually lives here, so I still feel like a guest in someone else's home. He has forced me to buy new laundry soap because the one I had didn't say 'matic' on it. Also, we don't feel comfortable drying our clothes in the common area because of him. Cleaning ladies come twice a week. We have to find a new place next month because this is untenable. Still, this is the first time since we left Boston in February that I've arrived someplace knowing I'll be able to stay there for a whole month (and actually only the second time I will live in the same house for that long).
In October I made about $430 working at the English camps; same in November. Even though I didn't have a place in November, I still managed to spend $180 in cash and $100 more on my credit card. The rest of my October wages just went to rent, hopefully Max is getting paid tomorrow because we have about $10 in cash. Max could use his ATM card if we needed it; I can't because mine was stolen and I haven't activated the replacement yet. Fortunately or not, I can shop at chain groceries with my credit card. I can also shop at Burger King with my credit card, which is disgusting and I only did it twice.
Having just paid the minimum US$15 on my credit card, my current balance is $290 while the positive balance in my checking account is $405, so I am technically in the black still, though it's starting to scrape. I have to pay $100 for my replacement passport, for which I finally have all the documentation ready. But I am still going to collect November wages of $430, so I guess I'm not too hard up.
Most of my purchases in November were impulse food buys, which are unhealthy in so many ways. I realized two days ago, when the only thing I could buy was food, because I only had a credit card, that I felt like food was my only creative outlet. I wanted to cook because I didn't have anything else to do; and I wanted to eat so I wouldn't have to think about how I didn't have anything else to do.
Anyways, now I do have something else to do. Starting tomorrow I'm editing English grammar in math textbook solutions full time. My new boss asked me to call him first, so that he could tell me that at my interview I appeared 'extremely disheveled' and 'some of the girls noticed' my body odor. I guess he didn't notice my new, $60 shoes I bought specifically for the purpose of not looking extremely disheveled. Anyways, for $580 a month, I'll shower before going in, but I will not spray chemicals under my arms, sorry.
In October I made about $430 working at the English camps; same in November. Even though I didn't have a place in November, I still managed to spend $180 in cash and $100 more on my credit card. The rest of my October wages just went to rent, hopefully Max is getting paid tomorrow because we have about $10 in cash. Max could use his ATM card if we needed it; I can't because mine was stolen and I haven't activated the replacement yet. Fortunately or not, I can shop at chain groceries with my credit card. I can also shop at Burger King with my credit card, which is disgusting and I only did it twice.
Having just paid the minimum US$15 on my credit card, my current balance is $290 while the positive balance in my checking account is $405, so I am technically in the black still, though it's starting to scrape. I have to pay $100 for my replacement passport, for which I finally have all the documentation ready. But I am still going to collect November wages of $430, so I guess I'm not too hard up.
Most of my purchases in November were impulse food buys, which are unhealthy in so many ways. I realized two days ago, when the only thing I could buy was food, because I only had a credit card, that I felt like food was my only creative outlet. I wanted to cook because I didn't have anything else to do; and I wanted to eat so I wouldn't have to think about how I didn't have anything else to do.
Anyways, now I do have something else to do. Starting tomorrow I'm editing English grammar in math textbook solutions full time. My new boss asked me to call him first, so that he could tell me that at my interview I appeared 'extremely disheveled' and 'some of the girls noticed' my body odor. I guess he didn't notice my new, $60 shoes I bought specifically for the purpose of not looking extremely disheveled. Anyways, for $580 a month, I'll shower before going in, but I will not spray chemicals under my arms, sorry.
Fwd: The smell of Colonias
This was sent to everyone, but I'm pretty sure it was for me:
From: fernando.carro@ecolonias.com
Subject: The smell of Colonias
Date: Thu, 10 Sep 2009 14:43:44 -0300
From: fernando.carro@ecolonias.com
Subject: The smell of Colonias
Date: Thu, 10 Sep 2009 14:43:44 -0300
Dear Guys,
This is a secondary issue, but it requires our attention.
Looking tidy and smelling well should be something you do as part of your job. I don't mind that a lot. However, teachers do.
I would appreciate if you could make sure you bring toiletries, shave, look and smell clean. We are running around, sweating a lot and, of course, smelling accordingly.
Ecolonias could sponsor the effort by buying some deodorant.
Thanks for understanding,
Fernando
COLONIAS DE INMERSION AL IDIOMA
Creating educational adventures since 1988
And then in November, he told me he'd received another complaint. I'm glad he didn't 'sponsor the effort' though, because that shit is odious.
Proceeding with another exercise in shamelessness
In August, Max checked in with good old TMV from Cagalandia, this is what he said:
But then again, I wrote this in June:
Although I didn't send it to him, maybe I should.
---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: thomas verster <globetrottter@hotmail.com>
Date: Thu, Sep 17, 2009 at 5:45 PM
Subject: RE: Greetings From Max
To: max hartshorn <max.hartshorn@gmail.com>
Hi Max, you were the good guy , but matthew was a headache
From: thomas verster <globetrottter@hotmail.com>
Date: Thu, Sep 17, 2009 at 5:45 PM
Subject: RE: Greetings From Max
To: max hartshorn <max.hartshorn@gmail.com>
Hi Max, you were the good guy , but matthew was a headache
I don´t think i will ever more allow that kind of situation to develop ....
As a group you broke 3 axes directly and one was screwed up by matthew
is already cracking and in return you all were not able to produce a single replacem,ent .
I have fixed them all now .....I can operate fine alone ..
I also would like to know if Matthew took an axe along and left it ....on the path he was supposedly going to make to the seaside ......i have no idea .
i found Matthew.s improvised tent and all the materials he took without ever asking me
as also food became self service
The only one i could appreciate is YOU ....you were actually willing to help and run over and lend a hand
so to you THANKS , Matthew never again please
I do need to find someone to take care of my land from Dec to Feb 2010
You are welcome as you did not impose like matthey , but matthew , no kidding
never again . Some french girls came afterwards ....they were a complete contrast ....
so kind and helpful ....then i realized the difference was like night and day .-
So anyway have fun ......learn a lot ......if you want to come again some day , you are welcome but only with the guarantee that matthew stays far away
OK smile , i have to be honest about this
ciao
Thomas
But then again, I wrote this in June:
While I was making my money in Japan selling tsoskies on the street, they had a saying in Japanese:
"Every grody old man who made his money selling tsoskis on the street deserves a perfect little Japansese girl to be his wife and servant forever."
I just have to say things when I see them. One thing is that none of you is a Japanese girl.
I don't know where you got the idea that you could just come here and eat my food and work on my land. Maybe it's because I said on various websites that you could, and reinforced this impression in subsequent emails and by transporting you, and food for you to eat, to my land.
But I everything would be much easier and faster if I did it alone. It's only for strategic reasons that I allow you people to be here and take tea with milk and learn about Awareness with me:
First, your human smell helps keep away Puma.
Second, I'm a lonely, grody, crazy old man who wants to be dicking a young, lithe, obedient Japanese girl. But it would be awkward for me to say that only little Japanese girls can come to my land.
I think if I said that then nobody except the theiving Latin fisherman of Raul Marin would come to my land, and then only while I'm away in Japan for three months every year looking for a wife.
...or at least a fucking cum dumpster. That Megumi sat here and let rats eat my tools for three months, and then she leaves the day after I return without even considering an opportunity for pleasure.
I am so tired of my own right hand. When you do it in the same, optimal way every three days for twenty-five years it can be extremely dangerous.
Listen: you need to hold it like this, with this finger on this nerve, here, and the thumb back here to provide opposing pressure.
But Look: look at these bloody callouses, these are why I need a little Japanese girl. I've considered changing my grip but this is the only right way; it's just that my fingers have too much force and are hard as Luma.
I doubt you could even achieve orgasm with any other technique, I've never heard of it.
If I ever again get a little Japanese girl to do me, instead of some discusting Latin, here in my sleeping bags--this isn't a hotel you know I have to wash them! I'm going to teach her this way to hold me first.
Then, when she can bring me off in thirty seconds, just as I do for myself at nine o'clock in the evening every three days, only then will I submit myself to her tiny Japanese box.
Hopefully she can learn to flex her kiegle muscles into the same, optimal grip; and also maybe she will orgasm with me in thirty seconds at nine o'clock in the evening every three days. But if not, I'm sure I can teach her to.
"Every grody old man who made his money selling tsoskis on the street deserves a perfect little Japansese girl to be his wife and servant forever."
I just have to say things when I see them. One thing is that none of you is a Japanese girl.
I don't know where you got the idea that you could just come here and eat my food and work on my land. Maybe it's because I said on various websites that you could, and reinforced this impression in subsequent emails and by transporting you, and food for you to eat, to my land.
But I everything would be much easier and faster if I did it alone. It's only for strategic reasons that I allow you people to be here and take tea with milk and learn about Awareness with me:
First, your human smell helps keep away Puma.
Second, I'm a lonely, grody, crazy old man who wants to be dicking a young, lithe, obedient Japanese girl. But it would be awkward for me to say that only little Japanese girls can come to my land.
I think if I said that then nobody except the theiving Latin fisherman of Raul Marin would come to my land, and then only while I'm away in Japan for three months every year looking for a wife.
...or at least a fucking cum dumpster. That Megumi sat here and let rats eat my tools for three months, and then she leaves the day after I return without even considering an opportunity for pleasure.
I am so tired of my own right hand. When you do it in the same, optimal way every three days for twenty-five years it can be extremely dangerous.
Listen: you need to hold it like this, with this finger on this nerve, here, and the thumb back here to provide opposing pressure.
But Look: look at these bloody callouses, these are why I need a little Japanese girl. I've considered changing my grip but this is the only right way; it's just that my fingers have too much force and are hard as Luma.
I doubt you could even achieve orgasm with any other technique, I've never heard of it.
If I ever again get a little Japanese girl to do me, instead of some discusting Latin, here in my sleeping bags--this isn't a hotel you know I have to wash them! I'm going to teach her this way to hold me first.
Then, when she can bring me off in thirty seconds, just as I do for myself at nine o'clock in the evening every three days, only then will I submit myself to her tiny Japanese box.
Hopefully she can learn to flex her kiegle muscles into the same, optimal grip; and also maybe she will orgasm with me in thirty seconds at nine o'clock in the evening every three days. But if not, I'm sure I can teach her to.
Although I didn't send it to him, maybe I should.