Thursday, July 24, 2008


Wow, an actual connection. Hrmm what should I do? Eat the sky? How about something un-original. Here's my censored travel journal for the past month people.

1:50PM P: Paris; LaCarossa M: Exhausted, happy W: Sunny
Small spread on plane before landing.
Swiftness; work; virtue: Sun.
Been true so far. Leaving DeGaulle was easy
but once off the RER I had a grueling time
finding this place.
Room is nice and my credit card worked.
I think my Checking account may be out till
I can clear some stuff tomorrow but I
have 40E on me, that' should' last the day.
Meeting Anita at 6:00 PM, going to try
and find the occult store before then.
Heh, when was the last time I slept.
Should really find a way to call my mom and
let her know I'm fine.
Went to both occult sotores and the Louvre
Couldn't figure out the phone sys
Check card fine
Met Anita and two friends
Drank and smoked pot and talked by Eiffel tower
Cops harassed us about pot but gave it back
since we were "tourists"
Came back and let in w/ little trouble at 1:50 AM
No internet connect, outlet works.

[Hell, I'm tired of this, I'll keep going with this ledger of days later.]

Sunday, July 13, 2008

So short

Damn, never in these cyber cafe's long enough to get all my notes and thoughts together. This thursday though I'll be in Alaxendria in a decent hotel which should have some wifi for my to take advantage of.

The work days are short, yet long and hot enough that not much else is done at night but down a beer and update what's happened. I'm sitting here in Mansoura again, beeps and honks going off in the background like a cacaphony of maddened city songs. They can't drive here without playing chicken every five seconds. Police sirens don't matter. How is it I have yet to see an accident. There must be some symmetry and order in this chaotic system they have instilled.

Donkeys occasionally wear pants.

I went to the Sinai Penninsula the other day. The desert is beautiful, I could spend an aeternity amongs those grains of sand.

The stars on the roof are such a sight everynight as scorpio rises higher and higher. Sipping scotch and having an egyptian cigarette, this is heaven.

Poverty is all around, they throw their trash everywhere, in every river and street. They remove it though burning it where it lies. This doesn't happen often enough. There are a multitude of flies everywhere, no wonder I've yet to see a bat?

Still everyone is generally joking and laughing. This is a very fun place to be.

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Frantic as all Love

This will be short and simple sadly. I write this on a dying computer with slow access. I don't have photos on me to post, they'll come soon. I don't have my travel journal on me to update you all but it will be up soon.

Paris was Amazing.

Egypt is Amazing.

I have already just on the first day discovered many things and am having a hell of a time. I look forward to sharing all of my stories with you soon.

Almost being arrested, going home with strangers, drinking in amazing back alley pubs, being hit on by arab women and finding ancient artifacts.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

The Paris Working

Well I'm sitting in a cyber cafe having a hell of a time working my way around a non-qwerty keyboard. I have a deluge of photo's I've been taking and have just started a photo bucket that I'll be dumping them in.

Wow, this is difficult! Focusing on typing, how do you people do it? As well the spellchecker is in french and lights up every word I type. *Sigh*

I think I'll have to do this on my own laptop later. Check out the photobucket though.

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Dai Uno

Yawn, what the hell happened here?

Huh, whatever happened it musta been fun.Oh shit! That's right, I'm leaving today.

Just gotta take all of this stuff and...........fwing.

A drive-a, drive-a, drive-a, drive-a!A drive-a, drive-a, drive-a, drive-a!A drive-a, drive-a, drive-a, drive-a!BABIE TIEM NAO!
Huh, how the hell did I end up at an art's festival?

Got sold a magazine by one of the Zendik agrarian cultists.
I spread to them the wonderful word of J.R. "Bob" Dobbs.Suddenly; our hero is distracted form his missionary work for food and beer.

GTFO time.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Bon Voyage.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008


The dog lies down alone. Under the porch. On this day.

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Midnights in Babylon.

This is where I work, spend my nights for hours upon end in endless dance with a buzz and hum that can only be described as insect; alien. Walls and lights moving into a weave as a Hollywood set from the inside of a spaceship blasting off toward where I've been dead set on for the past half a decade of my life. Obscureness.
Chrome flash in my eyes, blinded by being awake all night, flowered symphony of tessellation. Sanitized, sterile; entropy.
World as a mess for shits and grins.
Not very difficult to waste time over and again; time is easily thrown away. Relevance and respect to a situation creates the memory and outcome. Kias I possess.
Inanna passed through the gates, giving up a part of herself at each stop. Leaving again she became whole. Dissolution speaks for itself on many occasions, surrender of self completely into a moment, taken by it's god. Resting against a counter top, staring at a grill, the rushing hum of voices years dead echoed off of ear drums. Dawn is arisen.

Friday, June 20, 2008

The Clock is ticking...

There's a week left till I leave for the excavation to Mendes. I sit around, play guitar and go to work waiting to leave.

Well that's a bunch of horse-shit actually, since this is a very active town when you know the right folks and know where to look. Last night was a blast as Dr. Mobius headed by Silver Circle to lead a nice long discussion on global consciousness and our response to the acceleration of knowledge. This lasted a good several hours, as his discussions are apt to, and the majority of us were sad for it to end due to things like "cold and fatigue."
He, however, was looking for some help toward the end and I'll pass it on to anyone reading this as well. For the past year Dr. Mobius has been part of a deprivation tank study here at PSU. However as the tank hasn't been pulling in any monetary gains for the university they've decided to nix the program. So Mobius is moving the tank to a location in nearby Lemont and setting up in the basement of a therapeutic masseur.

Firstly I thought I'd help by putting the word out about this and as it becomes more established I'll provide more information. Aside from what I've mentioned about location the only other information I have is a tentative annual subscription fee for the tanks use of $150 that'll help pay for the monthly rent of the space.

Secondly for all of those who pray, preform sigil magick or ceremonial magick I would ask that you devout a little effort toward the project's sigil created by Dr. Mobius with the intent that the move and non profit upkeep of this tank all go well.

The sigil is simply: []

Just two brackets.

-Love, Dance and Sing.