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| Thursday, April 28th, 2005 | | 2:04 pm |
australia.  i'm going to stop posting in this journal soon. i am moving over to user joshuavorbis so i can get rid of numerical classifications. i will be far more frank in that journal, as well, for better or worse. that may actually motivate me to update it from time to time. feel free to add that username to this list and that list, etc. i will just port over all my friends, groups, etc. no hard feelings if you don't care to follow me. the people at the place i'm staying at here in perth make me sick. i sit around reading books to kill time because i can't even hold conversations with them. and then they're SHOCKED that i spend my time READING! "look at you, stillllll with that book!" *flash knowing smile to fellow emptyhead* yeah, i'm in a good mood. | | Wednesday, April 27th, 2005 | | 11:37 am |
| | Wednesday, April 13th, 2005 | | 3:07 pm |
It's only a few months and three substance-related deaths before the DEA's September completion of an emergency order placing 2C-T-7 on the Schedule I list of the Controlled Substances Act to avoid "an imminent hazard to public safety." Harry's New York studio apartment is crowded with about a dozen people who have enough faith in his judgment. A kind of sloppily assembled focus group. He has just gotten a shipment of the stuff from a now infamous online supplier of "poisonous non-consumables," a gray marketplace of technically legal substances that range from dried skins of the Bufo americanus, a psychoactive poisonous toad, to Amanita muscaria, a legal, trippy mushroom.
"You have to read a release statement into the phone before they'll ship anything to you," says Harry.
I wondered about the psychoactive toad. I wanted to know how much psychoactive toad they moved on a given day. Where they got it.
"I think it's roadkill," says Harry.
I thought about it. Roadkill. I tell him about a kid in my high school who died after he huffed gasoline and then tried to smoke a cigarette.
"Eighty percent of his body," I say, gesturing meaningfully, "Third-degree burns."
Harry fails to see my point. "You wanna try the toad?" he asks.
| | Tuesday, April 12th, 2005 | | 8:19 pm |
when i get bored, things get dangerous
HEY VORBIS, HOW'S IT GOING WITH YOU TRYING TO FUCK THAT CHICK???  HEY VORBIS, what would you look like if you tried out for "THE FLYING VORBISSIMO"?  and the VORBIATOR?  and what hotrod are you using to skate around australia?  i fully recognize that this is shameless. it all starts with a bang and ends with a whimper. melbourne for 3 days, then down the Great Ocean Road. (larger sizes suitable for t-shirts and/or mousepads/coffee mugs are at flickr.) Current Mood:  cynicalCurrent Music: resonance fm london 104.4 ONLINE and ON TARGET | | Sunday, April 3rd, 2005 | | 3:42 pm |
| | Wednesday, March 23rd, 2005 | | 11:08 pm |
datapoint: in sydney now. exhausted. fucking flight. | | Saturday, March 19th, 2005 | | 9:45 am |
the SPANISH have a drinking game...
where you toss two coins, and if they both land "faces" then you have to submit to a dare of someone else in the room. let me say just one thing: HORRIBLE, UNSPEAKABLE CONSEQUENCES so much sexual tension was released in the past two hours. i may have came on another planet. at the very least, i have in my possession not one, but THREE spanish brassieres. i REFUSE TO SAY how i obtained them, except to point out that i have tasted SO MANY GARGANTAS TONIGHT, NO ES INCLUSO DIVERTIDO. 18/3/05 FOREVER. THE TETAS have been ANDADO A TIENTAS. | | Friday, March 4th, 2005 | | 12:20 am |
tonight i saw evan parker spend 4 minutes or so educating an audience of about 70 on what exactly circular breathing is. ( and then ) | | Friday, February 25th, 2005 | | 7:07 pm |
tomorrow i go to morocco, possibly. i'm really having some doubts. a lot has happened since i last posted. when i was in barcelona, my passport, ipod, and camera were stolen while i was typing away at an internet cafe. i got a new (temporary) passport and got back here to london on tuesday or wednesday. i don't really remember. i've been crashing at friends' places since. honestly it looks like i'll end up making up my mind tomorrow. my flight to sevilla is at 5pm. i may stick around here and arrange for a new passport, and then fuck off to australia, buy a car, and wander around until i'm feeling good about myself again. i really go up and down these days. i'm still extremely tired, and it's taking a lot of the fun out of it. i don't need to be travelling if i'm just wasting time and money. so i might get a flat for two-three weeks, and set up a flight into australia. i'm seriously on the fence at this point. my travel plans have to change a bit, because i had visas to countries that require them in the passport that was nicked. i'd have to get new ones, and it's a real hassle getting them outside the US. my first mobility problem has more or less been solved, but now i've essentially obliterated two or three muscles in my other leg from overcompensating and just overdoing the walking bit, so i can go usually about 200 metres before having to rest. rinse, lather, repeat. i thought long and hard about going back to the states on the 28th. i have a standing return flight set up in case something terrible happened. i won't be doing that, for sure. i am, however, far past ready to start travelling at my own pace. and that pace is more confident and flexible than my current health status allows me. hence, the desire to go to australia where i could get a car and do a lot of wandering on my own, plus not have to lug my bags around all the time. i could be a bum for a few weeks, it'd probably cure a lot of this bullshit that seems to be going on in my head right now. eh, just thinking out loud. i rarely document it when this happens. i was actually writing an entry about how beautiful barcelona is when my bag got nicked and emptied. i was very upset by this. i caused a scene in the cafe and was running after strangers on the street, deliriously exhausted, confused, upset, and panicking is not a good combination. kids, watch your bags when you go to internet cafes. more news as it develops. sticking around here for a couple of weeks while i get a new passport and reroute my plans is sounding increasingly tempting. i would get my legs back in order, get a direction (right now i have none), and divorce myself from my pretrip euphoric planning. that might be a good thing. abandon my marriage to my Plans, and do travelling to make myself feel better. wow, what a concept. i got a shave and a haircut yesterday. best fucking shave i've ever had in a barbershop. and i'm a massive snob about such things. i look so bizarre, though. none of you will ever see me, because the camera's kaput. sayonara for now. | | Monday, February 14th, 2005 | | 5:45 pm |
| | Thursday, February 10th, 2005 | | 3:42 pm |
i'm so exhausted. i've been on a european train blitz since saturday. london, paris, amsterdam, berlin, and today, münchen (munich). so many things have happened, i don't know where to start. mostly i've given up on looking around munich any more today because i'm about to fall asleep. i've got a night train to budapest tonight, that's where i'll sleep. walking's still very hard going. my bags feel like they weigh 800 pounds. i opened up my luggage locker at the train station here to get my usb drive so i could put pictures on flickr, then realized that by opening it i basically voided the €4 i had paid to rent it for 24 hours. so i had to put 4 more in. then i get here to the internet cafe, buy up some time, and hey. what do you know. they're using windows 98. i haven't used windows 98 since 1998. it's going to be so cold in budapest. i hope i can find a hostel. then i'm off to vienna, and into italy or switzerland, depending on when my friend in switzerland can see me. my car sold, so when i get back from this, i can begin to work out my main ticket. being in the netherlands and now in germany, tomorrow in hungary is good for me. i need to be in countries that have no idea what i'm saying and vice versa. just wait til i get to morocco. italy's going to be easy after being in germany and austria for almost a week. i'm completely rambling. i'll have pictures at some point. i haven't taken a zillion, but whatever. i don't care. that much is obvious, isn't it? more later. Current Mood: what do you think? | | Thursday, January 20th, 2005 | | 2:32 pm |
an update
i thought you guys might like to see where i was staying, now that i've left london and parked with some friends of mine in oxford. so, they live in a houseboat on a canal in oxford.  you have to walk down a long path by the canal that the boats are on to get there.   ( come inside... ) | | Monday, January 17th, 2005 | | 10:36 pm |
this evening, after having my eyes set aflame by reading eco's the name of the rose, i raced outside to email a friend my zillions of thoughts, and i was overwhelmed anew, made vulnerable by the striking scene outside my hostel. the cobblestone street had been sprayed by a late afternoon shower, so the ground mirrored every naked, lonely light hanging off the shops on leinster terrace. in the distance, a moan not unlike that of a monstrous tanker entering port, the bass that lies just on the boundary of human aural possibility, where the sound is no longer a sound but a pure vibration that just happens to have an audial indicator, rattled the rusty cityscape. i looked to my right and saw the trademark bayswater-area white townhouses, each identical in shape, size, and style, lined as if at attention down the street. nearly as far as i could see, or at least in this vulnerable moment of fleeting emotion, clearly as far as i desired to see, each one smaller than the one before it, slowly vanishing into nothingness at the hazy horizon, sprinkled with steam rising from the manhole covers, the gateway to the heaving, raspy underbelly of london, with trains streaking and screaming, commuters saying goodbye to their ratraces on a long chain of micelike cablecars to go home and to watch the noisy television or to go to their pubs and bark combustible air both on the intake and the outtake. and i hobbled across the street and my shoes squeak irritably on the hardwood floor of this internet cafe, and the delicate, crummy floor cringes its weary response, and i fired up my email to my friend, and suddenly had nothing to say. Current Mood:  full | | Sunday, January 16th, 2005 | | 3:09 pm |
so i've arrived in london, and within MINUTES of landing, i had a medical emergency that i still have yet to fully resolve. it means i can barely walk for the time being, which makes my time here not that exciting. but i've done my best. i've got a meeting with a specialist at the local hospital on monday morning, hopefully he'll be able to help me out. but let me tell you, things were looking kinda grim there for awhile. i was feeling very down on myself, wondering if the trip would continue at all. worst thing is, as it happened i was chatting up this american girl going to oxford and had gotten her number for a tour around the city when i went there in a few days. it might still happen, but let me tell you it's hard to flirt when you're panicking wondering how you'll walk for the next year. i'm staying in a quaint little hostel in a room with 3 spanish girls and one spanish guy. flirting is everywhere, i tell you, the women are alive and bubbling with social energy. two of the people are a couple who do that pathetic, insistent flirting, baby-talk, fake-wrestling thing all the time. they even slept side-by-side in the ri-di-culously narrow bunk bed last night. there is no reason to do this. it just looks silly. but anyways, in the morning the guy was getting up and pulling his things out of his locker a ton of change fell out of his pants and onto my random pile of things on the ground. out of my half-open eyes i saw him start to reach, and then, like a beaten dog, pull back and think better of it. i had to turn over in my bed so he wouldn't see me smiling. the hostel has a bar upstairs - bad news. i've been spending a few hours there every night since i can't walk for shit, ordering their cheap bottles and sitting down with a book and whatever else. i've met some people, none terribly interesting just yet, but they'll come. i did meet an italian filmmaker and we talked for a bit, but his ideas weren't too bright so i let him be for the evening. so now here i am, working up the energy to hobble to the tube station to spin around london for the day, probably see a film or two, and buy a towel. i'm desperately in need of a shower; hot water, ideally, but you take what you can get. until next time. Current Mood:  awakeCurrent Music: don't dream it's over, in the cafe. SO APPROPRIATE. | | Wednesday, January 12th, 2005 | | 3:35 pm |
SAYONARA
so, in 4.5 hours I hop a plane to London, England, for the first leg of my year-long trip around the world. I might even be gone more than a year. Who knows. But the important thing is that i'm finally going. Stops along the line will be UK, Europe, N. Africa, India, the Himalayas, China, Thailand, Australia, New Zealand, some island in the pacific, and Brazil. If you or anyone you know live in one of these areas and can help me out with a contact and possibly a section of floor to sleep on, i'd be extremely grateful. My email is vorbis [at] gmail.com, feel free to fire off an email. You can keep in touch with me here, I'll post when I can. You can also keep up with any pictures I might upload at my userpage at flickr. But for now, I'm out of here. Type at you soon. Current Mood: anxious | | Monday, January 10th, 2005 | | 12:37 pm |
in the same vein as the morph pictures earlier, a friend morphed a jesus figurine here. i SO WANT an "ape jesus" to be made into a giant billboard in times square. god, that would make me proud to be an american. Current Mood:  energeticCurrent Music: europe - the FINAL COUNTDOWN | | 11:25 am |
| | Saturday, January 8th, 2005 | | 12:52 pm |
| | Monday, December 27th, 2004 | | 9:33 pm |
| | Friday, November 26th, 2004 | | 1:44 am |
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