Monday, May 12, 2008
Woman, Man or Modern Monkey
Golden Week was a treat of poker, baseball, cigars, Cinqo de Mayo, staying up late drinking, and just kicking back. Work has been atrocious of late. My boss has devolved into an utterly power corrupted egotistical loon, whose oversimplifying of issues has killed any motivation that I once had for toil. The good side to see is that i'm writing in my misery once more.
That said, i'm anything from miserable - a particular incident In the Park that should keep me chuckling for a while whilst i think of it. Went to meet up with a couple of the boys in the park, ran into Ollie, and her friend who played carried that famed antipodean instrument. Siff couldn't resist when he heard the next day.
Then the next weekend, a mere 3 days later, and i'm telling Vince stories about urusai ona, and a few bottles of wine later we're in Ropps, then Juban, and at 11am I wake up on the floor of some apartment to the sound of my keitai buzzing about broken clusters. Taxi home, foetal position, drink water, repeat. 16:00, and I get that need to envelope myself with poorly written television shows, and wait until sleep takes me into her gracious arms once more. Only until half the servers in pacrim launch a DoS attack against the US smtp servers, and i'm on a bridge until 7am toning down a tcic from red to yellow. I need to re-write my CV this weekend.
BigSiff
You know you're a hippie if......You have friends that can play bongo drums and or a Didgeridoo
You know you’re a hippie if…….You know anyone that has personally been to the “Burning Man festival” and fantasized of one day going yourself
You know you’re a hippie if…….You don’t like Hawaii because it’s not “bohemian” enough
You know you’re a hippie if…….You wear the same worn out pair of running shoes for years until one day they end up causing a life-long injury
You know you’re a hippie if…….You travel all over South east asia looking at old stuff and searching for the meaning of life
Retort:
Who needs enemies…
You know you’re a hippie if…….you have friends that work in IT, but try to pass themselves off as investment bankers.
You know you’re a hippie if…….you know anyone that offers friendly advice on how to get million dollar home loans.
You know you’re a hippie if…….you go to Hawaii, skip the tattoo parlors, and shop at Tiffany’s.
You know you’re a hippie if…….you shop in Ginza and Omote-sando for running gear
You know you’re a hippie if…….you attend conference calls all over South East in an effort to get microsecond latency exchange trade times for your billion dollar company.
