Bob wore a Donut costume to the party, and no one was surprised

I am writing this to you from Bobs Donuts. I just yawned… probably I am reaching a lifetime donut limit in my mid-twenties, and I am not proud of this, but I am willing to share the information. The time is 23:36 and the day is HALLOWEEN! Do you know what that means? It’s my two year anniversary in the city. I mean, I did leave for five and a half months to go back to Wisconsin, and then I took my trip to Asia. Buttttt then I came right back to the city. I was to late to smoke on the Montgomery Steps, but to my credit, I have been in the same spot from day one back in the city. No hostel surfing for me this time. No hotel my first night back… I did that one stint at Pacific Tradewinds…u know. and that was before David worked there, or I met Bernarda. That was hella back in the day.

I left on my trip to Asia inspired by things that happened to me in this city, and when I came back to the city more grown and evolved, the city took me back in like family and continued to teach me new lessons.

Earlier tonight I learned P-Lo is playing in Oakland, and it’s the place to be. I didn’t go, but I really thought about it. I know two people that are going. One was a tinder date I had, and the other is my friend from work. She told me she was on a dbl date dealio, otherwise I might have gone out to meet her; the girl from my work. seems cool, but I don’t know her well at all.

Bobs is hella smokey right now. It gets like that sometimes.

omg. So I gotta tell you this story about Casey. omg I don’t think I should even tell you. It might be an invasion of his privacy. But it had me cracking up lolol I’m still laughing. Basically though, he fell on a bus once when the driver hit the brakes abruptly, and it they actually had to stop the bus and…omg it was so funny when he told me that shit tonight. Not a good situation, it was. We were riding the 27 from Market Street so I could come to Bob’s, right, and outta nowhere, he was like “Bro, I just remembered this story…” And then he told me some god-damn-gold.

Okay, so I am writing this from my phone. Okay so I am writing this with my thumbs. Ayyy Jack just texted me. Jack from Mac’d. I was thinking about doing some exploring of abandoned pieces of society with him. He’s telling me about some good spots…I can see. I haven’t opened the messages yet. But, as I was saying, I am writing this to you from my phone, and it’s not as efficient as the whole computer set-up, so I am going to keep it short today. I guess I wanted to talk about how I am a little stressed, about missing my opportunity to talk to this girl Chelsea I have been slowly meeting. I should be telling you about how I am messaging her on IG right now, but instead I am forced to tell you about how I have to wait until next time. It’s my fault. Ball was in my court, and I pretty much just passed it back. There are many things I should address. It sucks how much I have to work on this transparency thing. Even when I am free to write because I have my computer, I leave a lot out, even in my unpublished writing. some of it is lost to time, because my memory sucks. and that’s one of the reasons I started blogging! So I could remember IT ALL. Gotta keep that in mind. But that’s toodaloo for now! PEACE @00:01 11/1/19

–  SparkTwain

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Day 18, Morning

I am literally waiting for my website to load so I can post my writing from yesterday titled: Day 17 In Da Nang. Ferocity. I actually just made that title up right now, but I am going to move forward with it when the website loads, lol. Ferocity…it’s what I quest. To be ferocious about life in 2019 is to be exiled from the past. The future is here! I don’t know how much different shit is going to get, but I know it’s going to change fast, and everyday.

I was talking to this guy staying in my room at the hostel, Chris, and he is a nice, tall, lanky white guy from South Africa. For those of you that know Sacsha at the Green Tortoise in Seattle, this gentleman kind of reminds me of him…in a way. Carefree about life, but also very hardworking. I know Chris is in town to teach English, and he told me he works six days a week.

Last night I asked Chris, seemingly out of the blue, if he had ever owned any businesses. He told me yes, he had owned 2 businesses and been partnered in a restaurant. We talked for some time about his past in business, and then I whittled my t-shirt idea right there in the air in front of him. I think he liked it. He told me I had a good idea. He also told me to make a budget, and to work hard, and to never give up. I gathered that his father might have some money, but that also means his father could have taught him a few things. I listened to what Chris had to say and I took it all in. It’s interesting to meet the many individuals from across the globe that come to Da Nang, but Chris turned out to be especially cool.

There’s a tiny dog across the street taking a poop. That dog seems to enjoy pooping over there, I saw the dog do it alone last night…but now I see it these people working at the hostel that just leave the shit in the middle of the sidewalk! Ha! It’s crazy now that I’m really thinking about it. She just watched this dog take a shit on the sidewalk, and now she and the dog are walking back into the hostel. I almost step in that tiny shit everyday! I never put it together until just now that that shit is this tiny dog’s tiny shit! Wow…I am staying at the most savage hostel in the neighborhood. I respect, but I can’t say I would do the same.

The time is 07:44 in the morning here in Da Nang, and I am stizzoned like usual. I have been getting lifted everyday here and it’s…pretty lit, I can’t even lie about it. Da Nang is my favorite place I’ve been on this journey, and it’s pretty damn westernized where I am at [am I a wimpy traveler?]. I live by mostly western style restaurants. Like Factory 43 Coffee that I am probably going to go to in 20ish? minutes. That shit would not survive in Laos. Not even in the capitol city I don’t think. Vientiane was large, supporting a lot of people, and there was  Common Grounds coffee shop there which was really good, and really turned out to be one of the best cafe’s I’ve been to on this trip. 43 Factory is maybe the most modern place I have been though. It’s got to be only months old, it’s so damn clean in there. It’s in a less dense area of the city than downtown too.

I can get so much writing done in one day…I will have written a whole page in just a moment here, and I’ve been writing for about 45 minutes. Do I really like writing? If I do then I need to do it more often, but with more focus. I need to write about asmr! See I should post this article, then write some asmr content, and then I could even write a second post later. I could have that all accomplished by noon, forsure. Editing takes a while I guess, and with these post’s I’m just fucking rambling, but with the asmr content, my focus is more exact. I can’t lie, I actually did write my first piece of content yesterday: My Top 3 ASMR Videos To Wake Up To. Is that a good title? Too cheesy? I am trying to produce highly-edible, easily digestible content, that still carries weight as merit is there. I will produce a few more articles and then see what I think about posting them. I could post the content on hoz to see how it looks. I need a program that I can layout a blog post on. Right now I just use word and then the editor within WordPress. The WP editor is generic, I would say. Plus, I am just editing words. Like now.

Chris

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I failed to go LIVE, pretty much

I am in the ballroom of the Green Tortoise San Francisco sitting across from a man named Josh Martin. He is a traveling photographer only here for 2 nights. Tomorrow he will return to Los Angeles, and next Tuesday he will fly back to London. His job is to take stock photography, and he has been in California for 2 weeks doing that, the whole time in LA. I learned quite a bit about the stock photography business talking to him tonight, and if I had been live Live on Instagram like I had promised, it would have been quite a thing to watch. Darn! Next time! As going live and writing is going to be my new thing.

So here I sit, with a Corona cracked open and my laptop cracked open even wider. I’ve eaten too much bread tonight, but that is the usual occurrence of my life. The knowledge I just gained about stock photography seems near folly to write about. The sad fact is, that information was meant for the video, and I have failed you by not providing it. I asked this man questions, and he answered them fully. To write about the experience would not provide the same effect. Perhaps I am not the proper individual to relay said information. All I have to say to you from my conversation tonight is: travel more, and send out a lot of emails. That’s how one may find success in this day and age.

This all being said, I am going to head to my house and catch some rest. My shoes and my business cards came in the mail today, but I might have to send the shoes back for being to small. It’s very frustrating because I know 1 size up will be to large, but if I want to continue walking, being a bi-pedaling mother fucker, I need shoes. fml. On a much happier note! Yesterday was Jo’s birthday, and we spent the day at the beach just hanging out, it was very relaxing. Today however I worked a good 8 hours of housekeeping. My job is truly beginning to take a tole on me. My shoulder is in no condition to continue doing the work I do, but I feel very close to my transition into a career as a writer. I guess I never thought I would end up choosing writing as a career, but I always knew I would work for myself, so ending up where I am seems quite fitting.

I wanted to end this by talking about how some of my decisions are made based on the simple fact that: if one is not going to kill themselves, then one must figure out a way to make it in society. However I was worried that might clash a little with how I started the article, and I don’t want to scare away Josh Martin. So I’m just gonna skip that part today.

Chris

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@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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Una Colombiana Viajando; My Friend Camilla

I welcome you all to join me, as I embark upon my dream of traveling to Asia. I will be keeping you up to date with what I discover, and what I decide. First however, let me speak about a young lady from Columbia that I work with, and a YouTube personality. Una Colombiana Viajando is how you will get to know her, but I know her as Camilla. All of her videos are in Spanish, and I absolutely do not understand a lick of anything on her page. I do know she posts informative videos for Spanish speakers looking to travel. I have watched them, and I am impressed with both the aura of her videos, and her camera presence.

Camilla is a considerable friend of mine at this point, and I do hope that once we continue our travels, we will continue to stay in contact. I have spoken with her prior, but loosely forgotten at this point the next leg of her journey. Also it is of my interests, her area of virtuoso being the video format, which I have previously written about. I plan to venture into the format of video, hopefully soon. The writing of this article is doubling as a reminder for both Camilla and myself to work together, since we are both very busy individuals. Allow me to light the first candle of many, outlining our own collaborative quadrant; our virtual plot; this blazing bit of architecture zoned for ecommerce which we shall inhabit.
I’m tryna slide inna video. This post is the noteit warranting our next meeting.
Don’t worry, I confuse even native English speakers.

Right now I am sitting in the kitchen at the Bartol house, and the lady herself is actually expected to show up any minute, as she is responsible some days for the housekeeping at this location. A rather nice job, if I do say so myself (I have never done it, but I know what it consists of). I am drinking coffee, and eating a muffin that a guest left here. My next task was to be further research about SE Asia, possibly creating a second work away profile. However now it is getting late, and I hope to begin work at noon today. I will work until 5:30pm and that will be sufficient for the day; tomarrow I hope to work longer. The Green Tortoise, after 7 months of employment between both locations, has given me some expressive freedom in my hours, and I do appreciate that. This gives me the chance to, for instance, publish this article. However I still need to budget my time better and get more done. I need to be an extraordinary machine.
I live next to a playground full of kids, and they are just so lively and happy. It’s honestly too beautiful. Keeps my reminded of the good things in life. They are just running around listening to music out there. I must just be hearing gym class after gym class. I’m smiling about it. Maybe the coffee is just kicking in; I’m kind of tweaked by default.

I will wrap this up by telling of what I learned yesterday. It is cheaper to fly to Cambodia from SF than from Milwaukee, which is something I will now hope to work around. I realized as I did even the minimal amount of research I did yesterday, that I want to start making some moves now. Honestly I could probably wait another couple of months to proceed with my contacting of individuals, but sooner is always better, right? So I will be updating you on the moves I take next. More than likely creating a new Workaway that isn’t shared with my exgf, and hopefully all together spending more time awake. I need to get a second job, and with the blog it’s going to be a tough route. I am a lazy individual by nature. However I want more, so I must work harder. It’s practically basic math.

Chris

Good Morning!

Another Life

It is nearly the end of January, and what a rollercoaster of a month it has been for me. It began with me in Oakland, which had been perpetual for the previous 2 months. I now reside within the 49 square miles of city, and my home is the Green Tortoise Hostel (as you may be getting to know), and I am

Me in Eugene

quite happy to be here. I arrived in the Bay area on Halloween morning. For four months previous I had been trade-working at the Green Tortoise Hostel in Seattle (they have an indoor cannabis/tobacco lounge, only one in the city to my knowledge), which was a very unique place to live, and this was first time I lived outside of my home city. I lived with a woman while in Seattle; someday I will tell you a long, exciting story about a time I fell in love, but today is not for that story, and so I will leave it at that. Fast-forward 4 months from my arrival in Seattle, to my arriving in San Francisco; I am arriving in San Francisco on a Green Tortoise Bus, piloted by my now friend, Paige. Since my arrival in the Bay, I have been introduced to a variety of new stigma, all beautiful in their own regard. I kissed a women I know I could love. I loved a women I didn’t know I could kiss.

If I could put how I’ve been feeling into a glass jar, it would be too hot to touch.

Most positively, I have been writing more, and I feel great about it. If you are reading this, I am very glad you have chosen to imbibe in HeartofZeus. I am excited for life to whisk me away; and be well documented. My daydreams have a pragmatic sandman, and my nightmares are orchestrated by Poe. I do not fear the reaper, and the reaper doesn’t fear me. I am not alone. This is all true, and I am glad I am finding time to express it. The stories I will tell on this site are numerous, and at current I only hope to not diminishing their flame, speaking of them as such. I thank my readers, again.

John

I lost several friends in 2017, as every year has brought about more casualties. Some souls stray farther from the exosphere than others. It is at this time I would like to say Rest in Peace to John McClment, a dear friend of mine, and very much a part of my online life. His Good Morning posts pulled me through some hard times, and I am not even sure if he was aware. Waking up alone, feeling disgraced by life, John always had his Good Morning status along with a plethora of top quality memes to browse through; my exact humor. I felt comforted by partaking in his day…he helped me feel. The future is certainly a unique and vast landscape. We live on a planet where reality is being subjected to confinement by virtual-reality. John McCliment impacted me through his online presence, for sure more than many of the people I saw daily in the flesh. I went to high school with this man. I took mathematics with this man. I remember when he told me he was joining the Army. I remember when he posted a status he was going to try and stop drinking; those two moments were long apart. The saddest thing you will ever read is the last post of Eat Letters Shit Words. These will not be the last words I spill dramatically over John McCliment; he is an important staple of Menomonee Falls, and of the Facebook community. If it’s fifteen minutes to midnight in Alaska been dark for 3 weeks, and you run into the ghost of John McCliment, you say Good Morning god dammit.

I also lost my Grandmother this year. Peace and Love to her. It will take the rest of my life to find out if anyone has impacted me more than my grandmother.

Chris.

Blurb #5

LP

Breakfast is in full swing at the Green Tortoise Hostel in San Francisco this morning! I entered the ballroom prior to my shower this morning in search of free soap, and was greeted by a lady I am growing quite fond of: Lan Ping. A lady my elder, hailing from Guangdong, China, Lan Ping is Brawn of Housekeeping here at the hostel (I have generated that title because she works very hard). Recently, she taught me to replicate her work, and someday I will apply the knowledge she has bestowed unto me kinetically, manifesting my entrepreneurial destiny. I feel quite on track to make a living with hostels, and I will be holding the makers of my beds to the LP Standard.

Another coworker I see oft in the morning, a man of enticing conversation; Egidio. This is the gentleman responsible for maintaining the kitchen at the hostel. The guests remember Egidio; if I say I work at the hostel they always say…
“Oh, so you work with Egidio? I am a friend of Egidio.”

F.o.G. is a term that some inhabitants of the Green Tortoise environment may know; standing for Friend of Gardner. Now we also have the term (although a much more aggressive acronym) F.o.E. Which I am sure you can by now guess stands for Friend of Egidio. Fogs and Foes are common place around the Hostel. That is not to say there is no validity in their assertions of association, and we much appreciate the returning guest, but I see these folks very simply as friends of the Tortoise. I am building a mature understand of how people communicate and interact at the Green Tortoise. I am proud to be part of the human race, and am excited to be human until I die.

I digress…my friend Egidio would understand the feeling. Also, allow me not to ramble. I simply wanted to mention two individuals I work with, both from which I am learning an immense amount. I was not aware this life is what awaited me, leaving my hometown. Seven months ago that was. Thank you Lan Ping, and thank you Egidio, for making me feel at home in San Francisco.

Chris