Too or To Ahh Too wax On to no real Point - I'm not the guy who got pointed with a Frag

Time fades to more loss. The past is memory. The future is a knowledge of wounds carried, and the foreseen finality. Men are under a doom. Humans are sons of dusts. To face the future is to see a legacy you know you will make- or be nothing.
And yet, I must strive to use my powers for the good. For though all men are mortal still they will all live forever somewhere- Or so I believe. Time fades and yet all fading deeds will be recalled. Still my Brothers in the United States Marines strive forth but not all will fall in glorious death. Truth be told there is no glory in being fragged to ribbons. And yet they continue to fall for the freedom of the people in Iraq. I can only hope that they prepared their hearts for the last thrum. I always did.


School is too easy. The students are too happy. But the distance is too far to get there. And the boredom of the commuting is beginning to become too tedious. Sometimes I think it would be too sweet a shock to rejoin my fellow Marines and too go on Crusade against Evil. But then I remember that I too am mortal and the battles of today are settled by too impersonal means to allow me to tag on to the Tourney.
It is a Don Quixote said, when he complained about cowards and modern warfare at the Inn's dinner table. So it is that I too remain separate from that too torn trauma land. Still, I do remember my brothers who give their blood to save a nation from going unto collapse.

What was that ahhh a flash back to some Jeju Spot... Hyeopjae Beach...



Ahh that was somewhere around the center...



Some one in Jeju was wanting to recall Japan ...
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Pooh in the Classroom; Or, "Piglet, why did you just poke me in the belly?"

This is at my home in Bangkok errr oppps I mean this is me at the King's Palace with some friendly Thai University Lasses.

I am not sure how these twenty something college ladies are doing now... well here in Jeju I can only reflect on my goodly rule of this Paradise...

Reflections on reality are these the things deep thinkers do? Ahhh reality this is the conundrum of fat brained large bottomed thinkers to wish for an unfallen world- is this the curse of mortal men? My desire for world peace, forests of chocolate, and friendly honey bees; is this paradise lost- were chocolate beans really chocolate in the Garden now guarded by an angel with the flaming sword? I'm going to have to find the perfect garden on my next trip to the middle east- you'd think it would have been picked up by satellite photos- but it could be shrouded by a contemplative huff from God's mouth. Anyhow, it's not like I ever will return to the middle east to seek it- my campaign of "Black Boot" terror is over. But, the "Black Boots" may no longer be the description Iraq soldiers give the US Marines as they are now apparently issued tan desert boots just like the well equipped US Army.

Mmmm and here's talking about my current job- or privilege more like: it is my happy task to train up exuberant little Korean teens- Christ save them all. As to the children. well they are doing fine- recently I have had some mildly strange but amusing incidents of belly poking. Let me make this very clear: the bemused victim of this poking is Me, The perpetrator of said poking was a rather silly stomach stabbing female student. Why did she poke me while I walked amongst the students' desks helping them I can not be sure... I asked her, "Hey why did you poke me?" She replied head down humbly , "Sorry sorry."- I repeated seriously hiding my smiling mind, "Why did you poke me in the belly?" her only reply was a submissive and contrite, "Sorry teacher." However, her friend in the desk beside offered the answer of, "Handsome, handsome." At any rate, I did mention to my fellow English teacher in the room, but the Korean teacher offered no explanation nor rebuke to the rather silly student ether. So in retrospect I think it was a friendly sort of light poke that was brought upon by my own magnanimity. And, therefore I suppose I should be flattered. After all I am in sooth...

The Jeju Prince

Angkor Wat Wat it is Yo? Siem Reap: is that a soccer team?

This is a Hindu temple. I think a King of Cambodia commanded it to be raised for some sort of religious purpose - or maybe he just liked ornate buildings for his legacy. I guess it did not work because I forgot the name of the King who had it erected...










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Koa Toa more Holidays My War has ended and I miss it yo

Ahh this was on Koa Toa in Thailand on the islet off it called Koh Naangyuan as you can see the island had a large orange Orangutan upon it could it be that he swam from there to the main island... and amphibious assault monkey loved by American civilians but reviled by all naughty ones...

Holiday with no Madonna

Hello and Welcome to Fat Daddy Isle errr I mean Fantasy isle I am your host Mr. OlePork err Mr. Big Torque I rest now on a Gili Isle but in Thailand I broke a bottom bracket...

Holiday Winter 2005

This is perhaps the saddest picture I have taken- especially after I realized what the kid's shirt said - I gave them a drink of coke - no money but if I could do it again I would have given these Cambodian beggar girls the biggest Cambodian meal I could find - life is oft a sad and hurtful thing...

Did I say their were two Oz Lasses here and a Large Stoat has apparently befriended them ... no not possible I think no doubt a trick of light...

Oppos I am Behind; Or, Retreating behind from the FEBA is easy if You have no Deadline Or; When there is no Dead line you can retreat past the FEBA

You know a lot of people would argue It's too late- that the past has destroyed the future and that the small marmots and smaller relations are all a lost cause. Yeah well I will update this after all even if I am behind if not an ass or am I a behind?

So let me chart this out here I like to reflect on a few things first of all on Bali- This was truly an overrated place wherein I was constantly hassled by idiots. I know I know Christ said if you call a man a fool you may be seeing hades- and yet that is the best way to describe these sellers of drugs and whores.

On the subject of drugs there is an old question and joke that I picked up while in my triumphant Crusader Days - Yes truth be told I was one of the force of Hell. I was a Hell Hound, a Devil Dog. This is the June 1919 Honorific given to the United States Marines - we are Hell Hounds.

But ahh back to the ole Marine joke: Marines like to call each other Crack Babies - or ask each other, "Are you on Crack?" or "Was your Mother a Crack Head?" This is an obvious joke here because the US Military routinely and religiously drug tests all of it's members. Therefore, Marines all know that NO ONE in the Marines would use Crack Cocaine or any other drugs. Ok admittedly there are a few exceptions- I mean if you look into the IRS hard enough you may well find someone who has been convicted of cheating on his taxes but it's a rare thing.

Anyhow, to make a long winded explanation clear I did in fact develop the habit of jokingly saying - "Oh he is on Crack." "Sorry I'm on Crack." when in truth I have Never ever used crack cocaine nor would I ever choose to be friends with someone who uses drugs. Now let me tell the story of my first day initial encounter with the incessant drug pushers of Bali:

the ironic situation you have these idiot Bali Drug pushers who are serious about selling drugs and say as I walk past them, "Marijuana?" "Hash?" and I out of silly habit without thinking go, "No no I Smoke crack." Immediately after this I get chased by this idiot drug guy saying, "Cocaine I get you cocaine ok?" And I go, "No no I was joking I hate drugs- get away from me." But the fault was of course my own as I should have never uttered my ingrained Crack joke...

Eventually it just got tooo old...this scenario was repeated tooooooo many times. I stroll down the sidewalk casually perusing the many shops coming back from some body surfing. A young man sees me coming and says,

"Marijuana? I get you Marijuana. You need girl? I get you girl."

This being the twentieth time this has happened to me I yell- No why are you trying to sell me drugs? You want me to get the police! Drugs are bad and I don't get prostitutes."

These idiots tried to sell me ecstasy and mushrooms too. I have no problem with shopkeepers trying to sell me goods, or taxi guys saying' "Trannzport" other than that it was mildly irritating but these illegal sellers began to make me angry. Drugs and Pimpage are two of the world's social diseases that help make the earth such a dammed place. That's right I have a generally negative view of this world- it holds much pure beauty - innocent baby smiles, verdant fields -azul seas, and white mountains; and yet all the self imposed death of it makes me regret the men who filth it. Not to say one should not try to save as much of it as can be salvaged, but on a whole it is a Dammed Wasteland full of Dammed Nonsense, Propagandized by thee Doctrines of Demons. Oppps there goes my chances at teaching in any Close Minded Public University. I will have to keep this blog a secrete - please don't tell anybody at UCLA English Department about this site.

Errr oh yeah yeah I was doing my tirade against Bali ahhh yeah it was overrated. The Ocean was sweet and I caught some monster twelve foot waves- the locals said the waves were unusually large my first day there. On the other hand, the water was riff with floating trash- plastic bags and sundry junk. Further, I felt like a rat trapped in chute with a giant bowling ball cascading towards him. The inner roads were one lane and often walled on both sides- thus when a scooter - or worse, a car came I had to crush myself to the wall or be run over. I'd say about seventy percent of the merchants and renters were polite while the other thirty percent were rude / greedy / and disrespectful. Physically grasping my shoulder will not encourage me to buy your product- but it will ensure that I never again come to your rude country. But, to end on a positive note, I never felt threatened by the very healthy and well dressed beggar kids who asked for coins- rather, I found them amusing and cute - and as far as I know they never tried to pick my pocket: My ole pal -his real face and me with beggars:

Now I find myself confronted with large groups of students ever and anon- God bless 'em all there happy students mostly- unfortunately, I had temporally gotten out of the habit of talking sssllloooww. But, that changed as I was rewarded with looks of bewilderment this week...

Ok well this was a Bali Waterfall THAT IS NOT ME - It is my buddy:

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Ok well this was a Bali Waterfall THAT IS NOT ME - It is my buddy: