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Halloween: Revisited
16 Nov 2004 | No Comments | Continue reading »
Fear is a powerful motivator. It has made me run screaming from my basement in the middle of the day, with claws surely grasping mere inches from my shirt collar. It has pulled my bicycle tire at over 50mph down the rocky bluffs of Okinawa, Japan even though my tires were losing their sticky grasp [...]
The road to recovery
17 Mar 2004 | No Comments | Continue reading »
It’s amazing the difference a day makes! The last two nights I’ve slept like a baby (with a bad back) and have actually been having more problems with my oozing scab-of-a-knee sticking to the sheets than anything else. It’s a refreshing change. I’ve been taking Doc’s crack pills as directed now for the third day [...]
The doctor isn’t in
15 Mar 2004 | No Comments | Continue reading »
My day began bright and early at 0320 when I woke up howling in pain from making a wrong move in my sleep. I didn’t sleep much after that and basically rolled around in agony for five more hours. Gunny called at 0800 bantering something about needing an escort for new cabinet installation in the [...]
Better days
14 Mar 2004 | No Comments | Continue reading »
I am, admittedly and despite my posts of late, experiencing better days. It’s been almost two weeks since 2,426 word dissertation on the Marine Security Guard program and I’m seeing things in a new light now. My problems did not lie in the things around me, but rather the downward spiral my life was taking [...]
Crisis management
3 Mar 2004 | One Comment | Continue reading »
“A Marine is never happy unless he’s bitching.” It’s a saying that holds true after 228 years of kicking ass all over the world, and in honor of that tradition I’ve decided to contribute my own recent gripes and complaints. This rant was spurred on by another J.K. on the other side of the world [...]
Tuna Can Mack – we remember
18 Feb 2004 | No Comments | Continue reading »
It’s been three days since Mack stepped on the plane and out of the life of Marine Security Guard detachment Brasilia, Brazil. He will be missed. Rather than write a long, forlorn story, I’ve decided to list, in no particular order, everything that reminds those he left behind of the impact he made during his [...]
Get in the ring
1 Jan 2004 | 2 Comments | Continue reading »
If we had seen it coming it would have been a different story. It was swift. It was coordinated. It was driven by hate and prejudice and racism. To them* we were skin heads. We were hooligans, as they say even in Portuguese. The name calling was nothing new to us. We get it everywhere [...]
Rio: The aftermath
21 Nov 2003 | No Comments | Continue reading »
There’s something about the city of Brasilia, I can’t quite put my finger on, that I really enjoy. In spite of a rather miserable week back from Rio with a horrible head cold and plenty of accompanying green phlegm, I feel good today. I chew quietly on my French Toast and sip freshly squeezed orange [...]
The real Rio
15 Nov 2003 | One Comment | Continue reading »
I’m actually here. Yeah, sure, I’ll be standing duty for 12 of the 80 hours I’ll be here, but it’s a small price to pay for a free ride. Today is Saturday and I just began my 12 hour shift. I’ve got grand visions of getting a lot of homework done during this time but [...]
Back isn’t necessarily better
6 Nov 2003 | No Comments | Continue reading »
What do they say about a rose by any other name is still a rose? Does the same hold true for speedos? I finally broke down today and decided to buy a pair, if not a generic pair, from one of the local malls. For the equivalent of a whopping $3.00, I now actually rate [...]
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Born in the year of the Dragon, the author grudgingly accepts the fact he has too many interests and not enough time. A cyclist as long as he can remember, an avid yet inconsistent writer since age eleven, and a U.S. Marine since age twenty-one, the author also adds computers, snowboarding, and motorcycles to his list of interests. Incidentally, he is aware of his inability to make a living from any but the Corps. The author accepts this as fact and remains optimistic. Feel free to drop him a line.
