Pudding and Chopsticks

So I promised myself that I would try to write something here everyday. It takes a lot. I’m busy. But then again how busy can one person be. I suppose that I’m not that busy. I work, study, and then try to fill the gaps in between with fun stuff. Hasn’t been happening lately though.

I got to thinking the other day about when I was in English class. Yeah, I didn’t like it. I had to quick make up a bunch of stuff just to pass. But now, I kinda enjoy writing. I suppose that if my English teachers could read this now, most of them would be laughing. In fact their probably surprised that I can eve read and write. But nonetheless I’m typing away on this thing called the internet.

I was also thinking today about the wondrous thing we call language. When you are in America, depending where you are, you don’t really have a concept about what language really is, the importance of it, nor do you really need to think about those things. I grew up in a town that was 99.9 percent white and spoke English. Others may have grown up in a town that contained more than one foreign language speaking group of people. I had a revelation about what language really is. Well a revelation for me, for the world it’s probably old hat. But I got to thinking that noises don’t mean anything, but the meaning we assign these noises is what we call language. To see a different language everyday makes you open your eyes. Everyday I deal with three languages. Although I have chosen to learn one of them, it’s interesting to see something that means the same thing expressed with three different sounds.

That’s about all I have currently completed thinking about, at least until I get around to thinking about it some more. I did have another thought. This one about my childhood. I grew up doing everything airplane. I loved airplanes. I wanted to marry one. Well no actually not marry, but to fly yes. So naturally I had the dime store plane, paper planes, and those big foam planes from Walmart. I got to thinking the other day that if I could get my hands on one of those foam bad boys, I would chuck it off my building. A meager 20 stories. But, I bet that sucker would bullet to somewhere. Get a good thermal and just never touch the ground again. I watched a plastic bag the other day fly for ten minutes. I bet a purposely built flying machine would beat feet in the air.. As far as littering goes, have you ever been to China? Another piece of foam is the least of their worries. From now on I’m on a hunt for a foamy airplane. If luck has it one with flames.

So here is the deal. My flight landed at 2:40pm Beijing time. I had to be boarding another flight to Shenyang at 4:05 for a 4:30 departure. Well needless to say it didn’t happen at all. Sounds good in theory. I had 1.5 hours to get to terminal 2 from terminal 3 after I went through customs and all that jazz. Yeah. It didn’t happen. I couldn’t find my bag with my light stands and tripod deals in it. I was smart enough to check the over size baggage. Yep it was there. Then I booked ass to the terminal shuttle and waited in the bus for 15 minutes. Got to terminal 2. Now terminal 3 is pretty English ready. It’s only been open a year. It’s pretty awesome. But not terminal 2. Some guy came up and asked to help with luggage. Sure why the hell not. I got a lot of junk. We went to check in.. Yep too late. I had to change my flight. Ok not that big of a deal. But.. How the hell am I going to let whoever is picking me up that my flight is changed. Huh? Well. I tried to use one of those damn phone things to no avail. Currently, I am sitting by the gate trying to think of what to do. I am not sure. I guess that I will just show up and see what happens. S. I suppose that I could try to get a phone from someone to use. Maybe. Um. Well. I guess that we will see huh.

The next couple of posts are going to be what I wrote on the plane and the first day here. Enjoy.

Jesus. This flight is taking forever it seems. So far we are 9 hours and 45 minutes into it. It feels like a week longs detention.  Really. Man. The flight from LA to San Fran was good. But when I got to San Fran I didn’t have time to blog or even watch people. I didn’t even have time to hit up a McDonalds. It’s beside the fact I couldn’t find one. I had to go to the international terminal. Wasn’t in any real rush but I didn’t have much time. I wanted to get boarded and see what I could do about these two carry on bags. I really didn’t want to have one by my feet. I have one by my feet. If the bin was 1-2 inches taller. It would great. I guess it isn’t that bad. I can stretch one leg out by the airframe and the other we might have to amputate. Lets see, we are just inside of China, passed Khabarovsk a while back. Think that is in Siberia. Who knows. 977 miles till touchdown, 31,500 ft high, 5,074 miles since San Fran, I got a little reggae on. Katchafire. Awesome.

Did you ever wonder what the hell a country is anyway? I got to thinking about it. It’s a line in some dirt or sand. Either it was taken by force or by barter. For survival. Think about it. I need land to grow crops and what not. The more or better land I have the more that I can survive and provide for my family and the betterment of my species. That’s about it. Kind of weird. Man there are lots of Chinese people on this flight. Full too. What I wouldn’t do for some In N Out right now.. Even some DQ. An Oreo blizzard. I might even let some kid turn my face into a pirate. Who wouldn’t want to go through customs with a pirate face? That would be awesome. Yeah awesome. Anyway I took some pics of some noodle snack that tasted like cardboard. 15-cent roman is better. But whatever I took it down. I guess lunch is coming up soon. Can’t wait..

I just want to get up and dance and shake the booty. I need it I can’t feel my butt checks. Is that bad? Whatever. Ill be out of here in 2 hours. Oh I forgot you know what made me super mad… yeah no free booze. What the hell is that? I want my international free booze. 6 bucks a pop. Yeah f that.. You can that that and shove it United. Damn that sucks. So far 3 diet cokes with ice. A white Russian would be so bomber right now. Man. Cream and heavy on the Kailua. Boooya.

So my last meal in American was enchiladas. Thanks Jenna. It was awesome. Not even regretting it today, so far so good. I had some reservations about taking down Mexican food before a day of 14 hours worth of flights. But all is good. I’m hungry.
Order of business one when I get to Shenyang, foot massage. Soo good. Soo cheap. So good. That’s all I want. To sit there and have some girl rub the bejesus out of my paddles. Size 12.. You don’t get that in China. In fact I should have brought more shoes because you can’t find much over size 10 there.
There is a guy behind me that must be married to a Chinese women, younger guy, they have a cute little girl. The thing that kicks ass is that he speaks English like me.. Then busts out some Mandarin like it’s well water at my mom’s house. Which by the way is way, way better then tap water from LA. Let me tell you. Huver you agree. We talked about that. I am again hungry. Damn. There’s some women across the aisle she looks like she’s is about to turn to dirt she is so old. No offense. I just get a running nose around dust. You know. Cute little girl speaking Chinese.. Awesome.. Old lady about to turn to dust is smiling at little girl. Opp now she’s back to sleep. Must be great to be able to fall asleep. I slept 2 hours last night. That’s it. Then when I get to sleep on the plane the damn stewardess hits me with a styrofoam thing of cardboard noodles. What’s this world coming to?  10 hours and 7 minutes.  Some guys walking laps. Still cant fell my butt checks. Will try again in a minute. Really want to open window shade. Would that be a d bag move when everyone else is sleeping. Probably. Saw a girl that looked like she was twelve with two cartons of cigarettes form the duty free store. Damn. What the hell is duty free? I swear that the stores in the airport are nicer than the mall. Don’t save much, 10-20 bucks, but then again that like 6 foot rubdowns. Now I see what the big deal is.. I must investigate. Watching some Discovery Channel. Got to love it. Hey look Kidrobot. That’s cool.

I want more Diet Coke.. Wait, I see movement, maybe some food. Or booze. Ok that’s wishful thinking.