A common question in the mornings right after breakfast. I don't know, didn't plan anything yet, and feel the creep of laziness over me again. I'm too relaxed on this island. Still bored, but relaxed, like we're where we belong; much more than what I felt in Cebu or Puerto Galera. Both felt temporary. Both had nothing to do. Mainly no conversation with any other rational human beings.
Either tourists or locals who are out of their minds, but not in a good way. In a "Life is great, drink some beer and sit on the front porch" kind of way. Which is fine, when you're 80 years old or on holiday. But this is my life every day!
Today I will try to exercise and maybe hike up the hill to finally get a better look at the six foot wide fruit bats that live in the trees on a hill nearby.
A trip to the "bat cave" as it's called was canceled since I was told there are kids who live nearby and throw rocks at you for not giving them one thousand pesos to check out the cave. Some kids just need to be shot, unfortunately. And their parents hung from a tree for teaching them to beg and steal from anyone not brown in color. Anyway, these are the small common looking bats and not worth the trouble anyway.
Shit, fucking, son of a bitch. I have internet again, and worse, a slow intermittent signal that not only allows me to waste time searching for weird things in the news, but also to mess around with the computer, moving it here and there and waiting to connect again after losing the signal.
And worse of all, downloading. So many people are pack rats, filling their lives and garages with all kinds of shit from yesterday to twenty years ago, keeping everything that belongs in the landfill in their lives. Me, I collect digital content. I don't know why, like it might go away somehow. Run out of stock. I have hard drives full of more movies than I have time to watch, music, documentaries, and books. No porn thankfully. I was able to cure myself of the desire to collect porn long ago. In in this day of infinite torrents with anything and everything, thank god! Or thank my girlfriend, who looks and acts like a porn star.
And I'm always checking the program, checking the download speed, what's finished, how much space left on my hardl drive? Like I'm waiting for brownies to bake. But then just store them in the freezer rather than eating them. For digital content, I'm a squirrel storing nuts in the tree for winter. I'm out of my mind.
But there's so much good shit out there! I have reggae, baroque, and jazz music on the way, classic Richard Feynman lectures on Physics, Bas Rutten bone breaking instructional videos, and an interview with David Blaine on how he held his breath for seventeen minutes.
And listening to L.A. Guns and Steelheart while I type this without needing my wall covered with cd's like my brother's house.
And my new apartment is clean with hot water, a/c, and a kitchen. We have everything we need here, stores in walking distance, and no reason to leave. But it's at sea level, so we won't make it through a tsunami unless we hear the screaming of people fleeing and are quick enough to get on the top floor.
I'm thankful that I'm finally getting anxious. I'll start looking for a job now very soon. But if I find one that I can't take my girlfriend with me, I'll be in a pickle.
I need more money to build a remote compound with a setback from the neighbors, who always have chickens and roosters. Chickens right outside your window. They need them for economic reasons, because cock fighting is so big here, and because they don't mind because the roosters sound like the people talking in their native language anyway.
What else? Just wish me luck that I'll find a job that's not in Afghanistan!
okay,
james
Steelhart? Wow...
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