Saigon Says

Hey guys.

Or by guys I mean the three people that consistently check the blog that I never post on.

What a cliche start to any blog ever. Fuck.


Well, Here I am in Saigon. It's been nice here, monsoonal rains and humidity. I stayed in Can Tho last night, which is a chill town on the Mekong. Ate lots of elephant ear fish and woke at 5am this morning to take a boat out to a floating market. The delta is really cool. Each boat sells something different and they each have bamboo poles with the product stuck on top. So, for instance, a long boat overflowing with pineapple will have a big ass stick with a pineapple stuck on it.

It's weird to watch the people, they live their whole lives on boats. I couldn't deal with being damp (dank, lol) my entire life.

At least they eat well.

Couple days in Saigon, then Asshole, Miller and Expo go home and me and Rett-Man go to Dalat and some other undecided places by Jeep. Yay.
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Also.
If you know Jane Wilson you should email her. She starts radiation soon, I don't know many details as I am 13,000 miles away.

Email me for her address.
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Maybe by the end of this trek I will find somewhere with internet that is worth a shit and a nice, hot Australian girl with a camera cord.

Until then, imagine.

Drinking and Cycling

Well, I was going to be crafty and post pictures and witty comments with the occasional anecdote.

This trip has found Viet Nam's internet situation to be less than hospitable. I am moving down the coast though and making my way south, so more posting may be possible.

Also, I am lacking a camera cable, so are the other 5 people I am traveling with that own cameras. fuck.

I am in Hue, Viet Nam right now. It is in the middle of the country along the perfume river was the capital ages ago. It is a college town and definitely on the backpacker trail, but a nice break after an overnighter on the train to Dong Ha and two days in the DMZ.

Last night as the compadres and I made our way out of the Why Not bar, which we totally closed (the bar tenders were all falling asleep on the bar and getting mad at us), we helped them close up by carrying chairs and shit inside. Then some drunk cyclo (rickshaw driver) was trying to get us to ride with him. I told him he should let me drive his cyclo and that the bastard should pay me 50,000VND ($3ish) and he agreed, only he didnt get in, Carson did. I immedietly peddled away and zig zagged down the street with the boys and the Vietnamese dude in tow. I totally stole this guys rig which, by the way, was totally a fixxy and had no real brakes, there was some thing i could pull which was supposed to stop the back wheel but it didn't do shit. Not that breaks are necessary anyway, "who needs brakes when you can go faster?" right?

As we got close to the hotel I figured i could cut the bike really hard and use the rigid metal motorbike ramps to get over the curb and into the driveway.

crash.

not too hard, i stayed on the bike ok, Carson was jarred and proceeded to bitch about it the next day, but we hopped off the bike as the guys caught up.

the cyclo guy spattered in broken engrish, "You pay me naaaaaw, feeedee tousan dong." I said, "fuck that!" which i was later informed sounded more like "fuck thaaahhhh mumble mumble mumble." We all roared with laughter and entered the hotel and crashed for the night.

yay bicycles.

euro cup final tonight.

Why Not?

viet nam

hi kids.
i'm here
i'm safe.
yvonne townsley just gave me the mom garb.

2 minutes before we are leaving hanoi for ha long bay.

i will make a real post when i actually have time to sit down and am not be guilted at.

i am alive.
laters.

Transcontinental

I'm leaving in a few days for a month or more.


I'm hanging out with old friends.


Contact Information:
Hanoi: Galaxy: (+84) 4 828 2888

Halong: Huong Hai Junk

Night Train: Unification Express: (Soft AC sleepers; 4 berth cabins)

Dong Ha: Dong Truong Son First Class: (+84) 053 580 490

Hue: Hue Queen First Classs: (+84) 054 220 221

Hoian: Lotus First Class: (+84) 0510 923 357

Nha Trang: Que Huong Deluxe Sea-view: (+84) 058 525 047

Saigon: Chancery Standard (1st call) & Superior (2rd call)
(+84) 0710 825 831

Can Tho: Saigon Can Tho: (+84) 08 930 4088

Emergency Contacts for Focus Travel:

- Tony Pham, Head of Focus Travel Operation Department: (+84) 989 135 754

- Diem, person in charge of booking the services: (+84) 979 061 384

Nocturnalism

Nocturn

nocturnalmente.

eek.

It's that time of night. I'm eating three day old spaghetti with wooden chopsticks.

god bless.

Draper Street caught me believin'
Spilt their eyes on
All the ceilings
Forced to live like it's a curfew

Translation:

rise.

good night.

Random

Hi. I'm not a good blogger.Since school let out I have slept alot. I work three days a week, so until I leave for Asia, I do the above, I make the above, I sit on porches, I drink beer, I stumble home. I wake up in the afternoon, leap for my jeans to make sure I remembered to close my tab, I call the friends up, and I start again.

5 Days ago I quit driving my car. I only broke this to drive to my parents. I brought my sketchbook, camera, computer, iPod, sunglasses, 3 t-shirts, one pair of levis, sandles, and the basics.

Tomorrow I come back to Raleigh and bum summer needs to end. I'm making projects. More to come, more than likely after one month in Vietnam

Here is what I haven't posted on my blog, facebook, flickr, or shared with anyone.

I'm not a good 21st Century Man.

Clark Ave. East

Clark Ave. West

We were at a music festival in Pittsboro. A large hippy girl licked Dave's neck.

My dad has this saying about white boys and fire...

I never gave Laura this photo.

"Sup bitches?!?!"

My friend Wendy, she's a model.

Arcade Fire, brought to you by Barack Obama

The whole band sings along.

I went to Kindergarten with this guy. Ran into him today. He has one prison tattoo that says "Fuck Life". Always nice guy to me. Smile hasn't changed a bit. He wanted my sunglasses.

I respectfully declined.

Bye.

Vinyl Boom

So.

These aren't that old, but they aren't fresh as hell.

Here are photos from Vinyl's open-mike launch dealy with my designs.

I hope somebody, somewhere actually cares... [I do!]

Tripp Gobble. Need I say more.

Poster//Sticker//T-shirt

April 11, 2008