It's Really Simple Sucker

If you haven't noticed, I now have RSS (Really Simple Syndication) and Atom feeds of my blog available for public consumption. That is going to be really important when I go off to Iraq and become a war hero/minor celebrity - people are going to be able to keep up with my travels in the desolate Iraqi war zone.

Intimacy

Intimacy, isn't that all that anybody really longs for in their personal life? That feeling when you wake up looking directly into someone else's eyes; that feeling on the dance floor when your foreheads touch gently, your noses brush, and your mouths are less than inches apart; that split second feeling from a good hug; or that little thrill when someone kisses you on the neck where the jaw line approaches the ear. Let other people have sex and prostitutes - if a woman were to sell intimacy, I would pay any price she could name.

Lawrence Lessig on how Copyright is Destroying Flamenco

Why do people feel the need to claim ownership of everything?
Lawrence Lessig

Jet Lag

The upside of being jet-lagged is that I am also feeling really creative. I usually get inspired late at night anyway so I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. I have made a lot of tweaks to the blog's appearance and added a few links. I hope that my reader's (all two of them) appreciate the effort. I shouldn't laugh about not having readers. At times, the fact that nobody reads this blog is a saving grace.

Investigating Myself

Every time I come back to Dallas, I feel as I am investigating my past life. Evidence that I lived before the Army is quickly disappearing. I came home and I spent 3 hours looking for people I want to hang out with in Dallas. The list is depressingly short. I am beginning to think that is very little reason for me to come back to Dallas anymore. I think I will see the world after all, what is the use of coming home too see friends when there are no friends left to see?
I find that I am a user and a loser. I hang out with people I don't necessarily like because they are useful. I also tend to lose contact of even the people I really like. So I use friends and then I lose them. Sad...
I feel as if I had something profound and sad to say about loneliness and lost childhood, but the words have slipped my mind and the feeling remains. If my friends were to read this they might think I don't value their friendship, but the opposite is true. I am puzzled and disappointed that I don't hear from them daily, I long for communiques from people I haven't heard from. I covet their time. I don't know why but when I travel thousands of miles and cross eight time zones, I feel good when people drop everything there doing to spend time with me.

A funny link to lighten a heavy post.

Don't Tell the Folks

By the way, nobody knows I am in LA yet, or that I am going to be in Dallas in a few hours. So don't be the one to tell them.

California Love

So I am sitting in the USO at LAX writing this post. Regrettably, I am not going to explore LA while I am here, although I am still adding it to the list of places I have been. I have visited: Columbia, SC; San Antonio, TX; Atlanta, GA twice; Tongducheon, Republic of Korea; Seoul, Republic of Korea; Osan, Republic of Korea; South Padre Island, TX during spring break; Austin, TX three times; Houston, TX four times; Dallas, TX my home in the US; and Anchorage, AL). Of course, I only know many of these places by the airports. Flying is still a strange experience for me, although I am quickly accruing more time on jets than all of my family members combined. I am not afraid, yet on every takeoff and landing I imagine the plane shuddering tipping and bursting into flames. I have a very morbid imagination.
I never thought I would become a war blogger, yet here I am. After eleven days of leave, I will be returning to South Korea to train and then deploying to the Middle East. Odds are, judging by the results of other war bloggers, my chain of command is likely going to shut me down for saying the wrong thing, but let's have fun until then shall we?