Modern Man

Back in Denmark after a 28 hour airport/tarmac situation the details of which I won't bore you with. Ended up with a day in NYC and made the best of it. Saw travelers in all different states of frustration and anguish. One guy actually pulled some hair out of his head. It should be said here that something is fucked up when making it across a variety of oceans in a day is too slow for people to psychologically deal with. How would these fuckers have done a hundred years ago?

This Guy

Wow. Where the fuck have I been? Last post was eight days ago. Nice fucking blog loser. After so many days off you'd think there'd be some serious shit all piled up for unleashing on your motherfucking, short-sleeved-shirt wearing asses. But, all I can really think about and focus on is how much shit everybody is going through right now. Everybody!

It's like we're all little human economies. One thing goes wrong and it unravels a million other things and it's a crisis and the next thing we know we're down 40%. We all live on such an edge. Was at a bar last night and a buddy of mine fell asleep on the stairs. The bartender came to tell me, and he was all proud of himself and was like, "your buddy is asleep on the stairs". I just nodded and said, "damn right he is" and was disappointed to see him get tossed a few seconds later. But you know what? That motherfucker tried to come back into the bar a minute later. And when he got kicked out a second time I half expected to see him fly through the glass window to get back in. But he didn't. Because he was too tired.

See what I mean? We all got our battles and we're all taking this shit on. And I think it's beautiful. I find the humanity of our collective sorrows fucking beautiful.

David Carradine

They just found David Carradine dead in his Bangkok hotel room.

Was on a film he starred in a few years back, not long after his role in Kill Bill 2. When he walked on set the first day I saw for the first time the true manifestation of the word presence. Not a big man, he commanded the room and all eyes.

I recall one time being in his trailer as he sipped absinthe straight from the bottle. He told me a story about when his daughter complained he was fearless and explained to him that it's natural to have fear - all animals have fear. His response was, "lions don't".

Poker Night

Who doesn't love poker night? It has everything. There's alcohol and a table and chairs and most women hate it - no wonder it's a nine hundred gabillion dollar industry.

However, also fundamental to the situation are men. You know, the kind of humans that don't talk about relationships. Ever. I'm talking about the kinds of individuals that drink their faces off and match people three times their size stride for stride because they just fucking do.

Two Brains

How we've matured. I remember the days when my penis actually spoke to my brain and would defeat it easily with impossible to contest logic. My penis would demand for things and my brain would basically follow those exact orders without any kind of interpretation or modifications.

These days, it's a pretty fair battle that could go either way. Sometimes the penis wins, sometimes the brain wins. It's like Ali versus Frazer or England versus France.

CPH Drinking Buddy

Had a drinking buddy here for a while, but that's gone now. He met a girl and likes to spend all his time with her. They've been dating four weeks and live together now. He was just asking me about where to get a ring - which is surprising considering his numerous past serious relationships.

When I do hang with the dude, all he talks about is her and I don't have the motivation to tell him to shut the fuck up. It's almost impossible to comment on another persons relationship to their face, unless it's positive. It's like saying something negative about someone's child - you just can't do it unless you really, really, really know the guy.

I'd super like to say something to him too - his life is falling apart and he seems oblivious to how much of a total fuck-up he's been since this girl entered the picture. He's a pretty addictive kind of guy and I'm starting to wonder, is it possible he's on a love binge?

Latino's

They've recently introduced personal license plates in Copenhagen. It's not surprising to see CLAUS or JORGEN or METTE or any of the other popular names here - probably some birthday gift from a loved one. However, yesterday I saw a plate that still has me scratching my head. It was a late 1990's blue mazda sedan with the vanity plate "LATINOS". How completely fucked up is that?

Come to think of it, Latino's are strange people. They're truly mercurial, running hot to cold at the drop of a hat.