Truth & Energy

I consider one of my positive characteristics to be my honesty.  If you know me well, you might be aware of my inability to lie.  My honesty brings along two additional characteristics: quietness and bluntness.  When you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.  From this simplicity stems my quietness.  When I do feel the need to open my mouth about a topic, the unfiltered truth tends to spill out.  Hence, my bluntness.  These byproducts of honesty may initially seem far from appealing, but I can assure you that their level of truth are absolutely beneficial to the universe.

Too many people in this world spend too much time beating around the bush and sugar coating their ideas and feelings for reasons that remain unknown to me.  Doing these things makes life more complex and chaotic by lessening the level of truth at which these ideas calibrate.  Veering from absolute truth correlates with negative energy (or inhibition of positive energy) in the universe.  We need positive energy to make good in the universe.

I am aware that my ideas may seem too abstract to initially grasp.  But trust me, it's science - maybe something that I can get into another time.

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Hungarian word of the day is...

Húszonhárom - Twenty-three (23)

A birthday is a day out of the year for you to collect attention, greetings, gifts, and possibly a hangover.  I don't like attention.  Greetings, I've learned should be abundant each and every day.  I have been blessed throughout my life with an abundance of gifts.  So this year, I'll just take a little hangover.

 With absinthe came a blur.

Life keeps on getting sweeter and sweeter, each year infinitely surpassing the prior in all aspects.  With myself in the drivers seat cruising along in existence, thats the way it shall remain.

 

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I need to go buy some sunscreen.

Its about the process.

Because "Life is what happens to you when you're busy making other plans." - Lennon

Thanks, Blaire Wulff... I dig it.

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Let me live my American dream

I almost forgot... When I was in Romania, I heard this new hip hop song a few times.  I'm not a fan of the song in the slightest bit, but its sort of interesting to listen to what the "American dream" means to eastern European culture.  And Romanian is a pretty cool language, too...



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Trance-ill-vein-yuh

Well, I got just about all I could expect out of a solo trip to the middle of Romania for the day.  It started by me nearly causing a riot in the Debrecen train station and ended with me nearly getting thrown off of a train in the middle of vampire infested Transylvania... both are long stories and slightly connected, but I don't feel like getting into either.

So, for the good stuff.  I got off the train bright and early Saturday morning in Brasov, Romania and was greeted by an angel named Nicolas (or maybe Nicolas was greeted by an angel named Ben).  Either way Nicolas was a tour guide/driver who wanted to take me to a couple destinations outside of the city (destinations that just so happened to be reasons for me visiting this particular Romanian city).  I was hesitant, but this guy seemed cool and he was willing to drive me around and let me do my thing for 4-5 hours for $20 so we saddled up in his rickety ride.

We went to Bran Castle, also known as "Dracula's Castle."  The story of Dracula written by Bram Stoker was based on Vlad the Impaler who used to stay here.

This castle is now a museum, but I was the first (and for a while, only) person in the place and it as quite creepy.

It was a pretty cloudy and misty morning, but views of the mountains are supposedly pretty spectacular around here.

 Next, we went to the citadel in Rasnov.

Built ca. 13th century.

Rolling hills of Transylvania.

Then, after returning to Hollywood... I mean Brasov.... I was left to fend for myself.

Clock strikes noon at Black Church

 A little hike up Tampa Hill to see the city, BRA.

The city.

 A chess lesson in the park.

State park.

The beautiful St. Nicholas Cathedral built in the 15th century.

Sunset stroll through the graveyard.

Full moon in Vampireville.

I got home Sunday morning and realized that the clothes which I put on before work Friday morning hadn't been removed from my dirty body.  My weekend sleep consisted of a hundred or so brief 1-10 minute 'naps' interrupted by a whole slew of events.  It feels good to be home in D-town, safe and sound from Dracula, vampires, and train station junkies.

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He's the man, man.

When I grow up, I want to be like Dr. Hyman.  We see eye to eye.



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AHhh, Kosice!

The following post contains personal information that could be offensive or even horrifying.  Viewer/reader discretion is advised.


Until very recently (ca. one week ago), underwear has played a negligible role in my life.  I owned it, but never felt the need to utilize it.  In fact, when I packed up my life and migrated to Europe, I didn't even bother to stick a pair in my bag.

You would think and hope that a $200 pair of denim would have a fairly decent lifespan.  I guess that is simply not the case when you've got junk in the drunk such as I, and you are bumpin' and grindin' it all over the place.  When my favorite jeans (those that replaced my slasher incident) began to slowly deteriorate (mainly in the crotch/bum region) after about 9 months of almost continuous wear, I decided to invest in some Hungarian undies to keep myself shielded.

As I was pedaling down to catch the train out of town this morning to embark on a Slovakian adventure to Kosice (pronounced kah-shitz, in Hungarian), the brisk air seemed a little more nippy in my midsection, even with my newly purchased garments.  I dismounted my bike at the train station, felt my backside, and realized that I had a good sized slit in my toosh region.  It muse have been the result from getting snagged on the saddle or something.  I wasn't about to let some torn denim come between me and Slovakia, despite my abrupt accumulation of stares due to my nearly exposed bum.  I was actually excited... now I could have something to do/look for (new denim) in this foreign town I was headed to.

The train slowly, and I mean slowwwwwly, rolled into Miskolc where I had 8 minutes to catch my connecting train.  It was a little toooo slowly for my liking.  We crawled along the tracks, making the train arrive...oh, about 8 minutes late.  As I looked out the window, I saw another train rolling away as we were coming to a stop.  Ahhhhh KAH-SHITZ!  Yep, missed the train, the only one heading to Kosice today.  My exposed backside hopped on the next train in the opposite direction, back to good ol' Debrecen.

As I hung my head, gazing out the window heading 'home,' I got to thinking.  If some ripped pants and a missed train make for a 'bad day,' life is pretty darn good.  I don't have much to complain about in this world, and most likely neither do you.  When you put on your undies, smile.  There's no reason that smile should lose luster as your day progresses.

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