@TheLostWeekends, Bring It On Home

The hostel I work at has live music every Monday. There are 4 different acts, and on the 3rd Monday of every month at the Green Tortoise Hostel in San Francisco, you can find The Lost Weekends. All the bands that play here have their quirkiness about them, as they must to be found where I reside. I do especially enjoy The Lost Weekends. It’s the only Monday I note in my mental schedule (I should switch to paper or pixels tbh tho), and if you’re in the city you might as well stay here and see the free music. Not to mention there might be some free food.

Now I will take the time out to scold my new found friends, as I usually do. I couldn’t find you guys on Instagram, @The Lost Weekends! It is proven that Instagram advertisements lead to more connections made than Facebook advertisements. Also, 5 million more people use Instagram than Twitter (I don’t like that source, and tbh idek if it supports what I just said. fwm). So when I couldn’t find The Lost Weekends on Instagram I was at a loss. I hardly even use Facebook, except for messenger (I try, and I even have a HeartofZeus FB Page, Go LIKE!). A local group like The Lost Weekends could have an amazing Instagram; one worth following, where they put time into their social media and it is palpable. A page that is enticing to the goers of the Green Tortoise. Following an Instagram page is easy! Pictures can be enticing in so many sensible ways! However, Facebook is different. I would use Instagram to get the Facebook likes. Travelers of the Tortoise, young folks from India, Russia, and Australia, are not going to have a practical interest in keeping up with your show dates on Facebook. For instance: I was trying to get people to give The Lost Weekends a big ole LIKE on FB, but I realized how futile the act was, because these people will be going home in a few days, and The Lost Weekends is a local group. Instagram is a fucking game-changer. It can bring local groups to fame because of the effort they put in on this very large, yet simple and regimented platform. Hashtags are the organization of the future. Governments do no have their fingers dipping into the Hashtag world, it’s just basic humanity; us trying to keep our Giant Photo Journal organized.

Chris

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Fresh Off The Press

In the past I have considered venturing to Hollywood. The first time I considered the plunge was in 2012. I recall sitting in my car, a 1991 Saturn SL2, in the driveway of my grandparents’ house, and I had $2000.00 in my hands. All my money (this is relevant because I often would be in possession of other people’s money). I thought to myself “I could drive to California right now and just start doing porn.” I decided not to leave, obviously, since my first border crossing into California took place in October. The thing that held me back was none to pretty. I was comfortable with my life, which consisted mostly of drug use, selling weed, and freestyle rapping, all of which I did alone. I never had a partner in crime; all my acquaintances and associates have been short lived. Furthermore, working with other humans throws an unincorporated cog in to my well oiled Machine. I should have gotten a dog, that’s what I should have done. Me and scruffy (not the janitor) could have gone to California and fucked our brains out. That’s my life in a parallel universe; what a hard-body, that other Chris.

The second time I considered the pilgrimage to Hollywood was during the progress of my departure from Seattle 4.5 months ago. The third consideration is still boiling. My continued interest in the city (Los Angles), in combination with my close proximity to it, makes the decision to migrate almost unavoidable. As a writer, spending a few months in the Hollywood area might not be a bad idea. The prospect of making some new friends directly prior to traveling the world is tempting; also a very practical way to go about marketing myself, while meeting individuals I can learn from.

Let me wrap this up by saying: I STILL DON’T KNOW WTF I’M GOING TO DO. Now I will move on to a different subject before putting a wrap on this whole article, because I have to get to work at the hostel soon, and I want to learn more about the very thing I am going to talk about: transcription work.

I have been researching how I can make money while traveling abroad, and earn an American wage while doing so. Transcription work is the first, and seemingly the most obvious choice I have come across. Most folks in this day and age are familiar with a keyboard, and if they aren’t they can easily gain access to one and begin practicing. So I have been accepted to work for Babbletype. I have not done any assignments yet, but I have begun to get the emails, and wish very much to venture into them. That is what I will be occupying my time with this morning upon the completion of this article. Working for Babbletype will allow me to earn $5-$8 per hour (until I get better at typing, which is the goal. I am a writer! I want to pump out books!). This is not very much in contrast to the minimum wage in San Francisco of $14.00 an hour (most places pay $15). However! If I am living in Cambodia, and working on my computer as a freelance transcriptionist, making $5-$8 per hour in a country that costs $5.00 per day to live, I might actually be able to save some money! I also have an interest in finding a way to print my HeartofZeus t-shirts in Cambodia or India. I plan to be in Asia for quite some time. I believe my desire to travel will coordinate quite well with my intention to market via selling clothing. My shirts will encourage individuals to read, while also inviting them to the HeartofZeus blog. The shirts designs will be tied together nicely with a bit of art. Okay that’s all I’ve got for now. Peace & Love.

Chris

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Long Hair

I am to the absolute measure of the doubt, a man with no self control. I demonstrate this on a near daily basis, and wonder if I will ever bore of this past-time. I wish dearly I indulged in activities that brought about momentum. Became addicted to the thickeners of time, rather than the activities that thinned it out. I look around San Francisco, a city I traveled quite some leagues to bask in, am realize quickly, now, the folly in my ways. I crave an addiction to hard work, but have not found it.

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The Rolling Stoned Gathers No.

It has been to long since I have written! Today I break that streak, I do however come in a sullen state, as I have been informed this morning of Stephen Hawking’s passing on. I read two of his books, both of which were illustrated, and very inspiring to me. Possessing an understanding of the physical world brings about a comfort as I meander through life on the daily. The patience that man demonstrated throughout his life is remarkable as well. He was able to write by looking at a panel of letters, and pausing his gaze on the letter he decides upon. His understanding of the universe combined with his monk-like focus, along with his improbable resilience to live, makes Stephen Hawking closer to a deity than a human, in my eyes. Long live Stephen William Hawking. Blessed is the museum that receives his chair, as they will gain my attendance.

In other news, I no longer work at Rosa Mexicana. In retrospect I wish I had held onto the job longer, regardless of the fact I was not interested in the position. I want to work with something I will use, and unfortunately I do not wish to cook. In between that last sentence and this one, there was a 7 hour gap. I sit now in a room with bunk beds; my room. It’s cozy, especially for the nature of the stay. I write because I want to write. I want to write more; for my blog, in a general sense, and for monetary gain. Not quite triage, even in reference to writing, but still tough. My goal is to find a paid writing position, and eventually be able to work remotely, with much less overhead somewhere else in the world. My problem obtaining these gigs, and there is consistency here, is that I have no systematic approach to tackling the tasks I am assigned. One belief I have, is that if I were a college educated individual, my skill set would be more formatted, and even some of the secondary skills one picks up in college would help me greatly now. My typing skills are mediocre at best, at: not even 70 wpm. Jo can type 90 wpm with ease, and it’s not because she took a lot of typing classes. The differences between out skill sets, and the contrast in hire-ability is palpable. All this makes me want to…go to college? Not entirely. It would be interesting if I could work remotely in SE Asia, while using my free time to write, and increase the skill which I am working to perfect. This is something I could be doing currently, as I sit amidst opportunity a-plentiful, and have free time most certainly, but my heart gets distracted, and my mind seeks ease. Asia will be a great environment to learn, if I maintain contrast vigilance in regards to my attitude and what I want. What I seek is comfort, and I mostly view comfort as property.

I digress hard af sometimes.

Chris.

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Blurb Nine

As my employment at Rosa Mexicano extends further, the situation seems to complicate even more. My initial assessment in which I determined a bunch of folks were forcibly removed from their jobs, seems to extend a bit too far. I don’t believe the recent ice activity in San Francisco is completely unrelated to my employment, but the situations seem further apart them appeared upon initial observation. I will leave my overzealous-self at the door in the future.

One of the larger pictures I am beginning to grasp in the magnitude of my audience. I still don’t even know who the fuck I’m writing to. However, I am not just writing to myself, clearly. I care what people think. It’s honestly pretty hard not to censor myself, which makes me feel like kind of a bitch inside. Alas, it is the future. In fact, it will be a taming evolution. You can’t just say whatever the fuck you want on the internet, or people aren’t going to like you IRL! It’s Newton’s law; it’s math. Now this is to have the possibility to be interpreted into a version of life where I have some pretty nasty stuff to say. That is however not the case. I have things to say, but they are just the normal amount of offensive for someone from the Midwest.

Go Pack Go!

Chris.

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To Si, or not To Si

San Francisco has commenced coagulation. I have seen the city. Watched the blood flow through the streets. I barely notice the meat, honestly. I’m bored of how people look, I want to know what they’re made of! What they taste like…I want to know what they want. I want to satisfy people. Don’t we all?

I want to work less and get paid more. February brought upon new work for me, and I am gratified at this. I cook food now. I am currently mulling over if this is a processi I wish to come full circle with, as whatever I do for the next several months, I want to do with intensity, and passion. I’ve got the burn to learn, baby! At Rosa Mexicano I am being given the opportunity to cook, and definitely learn Spanish. I’ve never worked around so many Spanish speaking people, although Milwaukee has a pretty large Spanish population, so I am not completely foreign to it. Every kitchen I have worked in has had at least 1 or 2 native Spanish speakers. So that’s an interesting thing to grab-hold-of-and-run-with, seeing as just a few posts ago I was talking about learning Hebrew. Honestly, it would be nice to learn both. Currently I am building up hours at the hostel, but soon I will have days off. Learning a language requires rigorous focus and attention. I do possess the ability but will I put in the effort? Only time will tell.

Interestingly enough, my time learning Spanish is tied into my time learning to cook. Holy, shit. I can see the benefits of learning how to cut and prep food proficiently. Having knife skills? I don’t have knife skills, but I have it on my resume! I suppose being in this position, I will learn to work with food. The individuals I work with are extremely helpful and willing to help me learn to cook. In fact it was a specific gentleman from Rosa Mexicano in D.C. that made me put a good amount of thought into my dedication of time at this restaurant. He was very helpful in teaching my how to wield a knife for cutting…I just realized I found a knife one day and have it in my locker. I just might bust that out, the knives at work are not that sharp, for some reason (spoiler alert, mine was dull af). I’m going to have that same guy from D.C. teach me how to sharpen a knife today!(it never happened, and he left, but I follow him on IG now.) Woohoo! I am actually excited about that prospect. One other thing I considered: only speaking Spanish when I am at work. I bet I would learn things rather fast. (turns out that’s going to be nigh impossible.)

I don’t foresee another cooking job in my future. If I learn this skill, it will be for myself. So I am more proficient on the road. When I go to other hostels, it will be easy for me to quickly prepare meals. The downside to this is, however, that I have a broken shoulder on the dominate side of my body. I can’t tell if cutting things is unhealthy for my ligaments, but it feels uncomfortable, forsure. When I think about the fact that I injured myself beyond repair, and the rest of my life will be immensely more difficult because of it, I cry. I thought about killing myself for a long time, because fuck it, any reason will do. But I didn’t. Only time will tell if I’ll regret that decision or not.

I think I’m going to learn to cook and speak Spanish. Because fuck it; any skill will do.

Chris.

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Blurb #…8?

Yesterday, I started work at a place called Rosa Mexicano. Like most situations I seem to get myself into, this one has a lot that could be said about it. My job seems to be the result of a great purge. I’m literally thinking ICE. This is not something that should be kept under wraps. It doesn’t even matter how I feel about the situation, or how you feel about the situation. All that matters is we KEEP THE PEOPLE EDUCATED on the matters they have the right to be educated on. We’re still not using the internet to its fullest, but the real question is; will we ever?

Chris.