Max, eat your fucking heart out.

t-minus 15

15 days to go. I'm gonna try and post a post everyday until I get on the plane to Fiji.

Today I'm gonna go over my basic schedule for those of you who need it.

March 10th- goto a reflexologist. I've never been, but I don't think it could hurt. I'm feeling like these next 15 days are going to be stressful, in mostly good ways. I don't want to carry any negative energy into Fiji and New Zealand. (do I sound like the son of two hippies or what?)

March 13th- drive to my old home. Nacogdoches. Hopefully the 13th will be a reunion with all my brothers. Pretty much everyone I know will be at the party the next night, so this might be the only time I get to see Max (coming in from DC thankyouverymuch) and others for any serious amount of catch-up time.

March 14th- Gettysburg. THE party of the year. If you didn't get an invite, it means we've never gotten super drunk in Nacogdoches together. Or that I forgot, and I'm sorry. You should still plan on getting your shit done before the 14th, as the world will most likely end. All of the great parties in Nac have been theme parties, so when it came time to name my going away party, I knew I needed something epic. I thought of all the most epic and possibly destructing things in the history of people getting together and Gettysburg is up there. As my boy Kevin B said the other day, after I told him of my fear of imminent alcohol poisoning- "Just make sure you take some people out with you. Hell the party is called Gettysburg. You better not go down without a fight". True Kevin, true. But if I'm offered 12 shots by 9pm, things are looking poor in regards of me making the after party.
For those of you not on facebook, the link above won't work. The party is at Flashback Cafe, my "Cheers" of a home. 40 people confirmed, 20+ maybes. We're taking that place over.

March 15th- recuperate. Maybe drive back from hospital to Austin.

March 16th- 20th- Only a vague hint of a going away party is in the air. But that is enough for me to look forward to. This week will be mainly spent repacking boxes of stuff, moving said boxes into the attic and attempting to settle on a final pack list. I need to have everything I own in 1 backpack, as well as my messenger bag which will hold computer and other randomness. More on the pack in later days I imagine.

March 21st- Dynamo game! I've already been to one this year, but this is the season opener- and the only game I'll be able to attend of the entire season. I don't really want to talk about this. It hurts. The Dynamo have given me something to care about for the last 3 years without fail.

March 22nd- 24th- I will be sitting in my room not getting hurt or sick. I will have my pack on, keys in hand ready to goto the airport. Seriously, don't expect to see me during this time. I'll be on lockdown. Every drop of energy going to not mucking this up.

March 25th- Fly from Austin to LA where my good friend and cousin Bruce will pick me up! He lives with his partner in LA and has graciously allowed me to stay the night with him. Think about that, here's a guy who I've only met a hand full of times and he's willing to take time out of his super busy schedule to help me. When my travels are eventually done, I hope to look back on this as the first of many such altruistic acts. And I don't think I'll forget that it started with family.

March 26th- April 4th- Arrive in Fiji early in the morning. Get a ride from my host's driver (picking up the requested duty free booze beforehand). Hopefully my gracious hosts, who I met on couchsurfing.com will have some kind of ..... wait. I don't care what happens. As long as Fiji really looks like this, then I don't care what I do. After a few days with them, I'm off to begin my year long love/hate affair with hostels of all kinds.

April 4th- Arrive in Auckland NZ. I plan on spending a week in the city (NZ's biggest) and then getting the hell out of Dodge to go work on an organic farm/hostel fixing websites and picking weeds and whatever. More on that tomorrow though.

Thanks for sticking with me. If you just got the link to my blog, I'll give it a bit of an overview.
I'm not sure it is really for everyone. If you just want a post card and that's that, then drop me an email with your address and I'll do it! But if you want pictures, musings, lots of cursing and a ton of other personal insights, then this is the place for you. I'd advise that you check out a post before showing the kids. Sometimes I'll cuss of have an adult story to share. (I also make no apologies for any old posts you venture to read.) Just fair warning. Hopefully everything will be happy golucky and there wont be any need for me to brood, but alas, I doubt that will be the case. But other than a few down times, which are inevitable when adventuring, I'm going to be doing my best to share everything I can stand to post. Tons of pictures for sure! Net access will be a challenge for many reasons.

I want to leave you with my first post. The reason behind this blog, entitled 'Sean sees the world' was and is to get good at blogging, so that when I do really get out there I'll be able to communicate and share with friends and family. I think I've come a long way in 2+ years. But look! Still among my must bring list are a few things that are too familiar...

suena. grita. cree.

check out the goodness over at 122.


http://122upton.blogspot.com/2008/10/dream-scream-believe-2008-extended.html


i win!!!

sometimes i'm the thumbnail for that video!!

day two

as karl said, after i told him of last night's heroics, "that'll learn 'em".

i agree. don't come into my house with that weak shit NO MORE!

speaking of heroics, here is my second of 16 daily self portrait.

Muldain, Lvl 17.
(minus the gold armor for some reason)

I'm going to get my new

driver's license. i lost my wallet on a pretty regular basis.

i hope they'll let this fly at the DL office. if so, it might be one of the top 2 photo pranks/gags ever.....

....within the last week....

DC in March

Once again I'm in DC for a Dynamo game. I love this city. So much is happening all the time. I can get any kind of food I want, see and do anything I want, buy anything I want. Living in Nac really makes me appreciate traveling more. Last night I met some of Max's friends and we had a few drinks at a cool bar called Wonderland. Then we ate Burmese food- which is their favorite. It was really good, but I'd rather have Thai. The Burmese food was a little bland? Bland is certainly not the word, but I can see how Max and his friends like it better, Thai might be too in their face. Anyway- it was awesome. Then we picked up some Yuengling (regional beer that is so tasty).
We played wii and drank for a bit. I went to bed pretty early, but shit, I woke up at 5 Nac time to start traveling.
Woke up this morning and got a message that Max had forgotten his ants on a log*, so I hopped on the Metro and brought him his shit. After that I made a detour to Pentagon City to check out the Apple store and my future Macbook Pro. I wish the money that the school owes me was here already. They owe me over $3300 for all the traveling I've been doing. Half to pay off the credit card I used and half to put down on a laptop to replace the old one.
I took the long way back to Max's place and was rewarded with a cool deli. The guy and the place had some obvious history in the neighborhood. I really enjoyed talking to him about the MLK fires and riots** and the best places to get food in DC. I just finished one of the best roast beast sammichs of my life.

Now I'm off to get his car oil checked and what not. Tomorrow we let loose the dogs of war and drive to New York, then Boston, then probably jail after we riot the cities face off after the Dynamo's crushing victory.

Oh- also. Get a twitter account. Everyone. Do it before your ideal name is taken.
You can see my recent Twitter activity on the sidebar there ---->


* he uses celery instead of bananas. what a dumb fuck!
**max lives in Columbia Heights, where some of the most severe rioting took place. the city is opening up blocks this week that have been nothing for over 30 years.

eureka

!!!

i had a eureka just a second ago. but i sat down and lost the thought. whilst i ponder, explore with your eye units today's ancient picture of the day:*

ok. i think my idea was that the combination of not having a million friends who are out of school and my easily bored nature leads to a self exaggerated feeling of boredom and loneliness. if......

well that doesn't make any fucking sense.
i'll get back to you on that one.

*singing Journey of course.

bets

I love making bets with people. But only Trading Places* type bets.
Max and I were talking about who owes who what today. I had to cover him on some sweet mlsgear.com stuff (holla cyber monday!**). Max told me to send over the total so he could pay me back after his stolen card thing gets worked out.
The conversation basically went like this:
"are we even max?"
"i dunno"
"shit. me neither. i think i owe you."
"do we still use panda cafe meals as currency?"
"god i wish. i think we use tickets. dynamo tickets, rockets tickets, plane tickets"

It is true. We've gone from tacos and Chinese food as currency to events that we can both center on. More than just physically. Bond isn't the right word. More of a consensusly arrived at call to arms. That doesn't sound right, but I think it is.

I just bet Kevin a buck that the Packers would take advantage of a Romo meltdown this Thursday. Besides everyone in America hating the NFL network, it should be a good game. And the dollar lost or won represents the topmost atom of the iceberg when it comes to how much shit talking will occur. People really love American football. And in turn, I love hating their favorite teams and rooting for the underdog SeaHawks***.

I'm not sure what I'm going to do in Vegas this winter. I don't know if they have tables where the only bets accepted are for 1 dollar and must be wagered on random stuff. And how do you measure shit talk?


- the blaze




*wow. worst IMDB page ever. eddie murphy isn't even on the front page. wftmate?
**i'm glad the word "cyber" doesn't mean cyber sex anymore. at least it doesn't to me. did you just make a face? you perv
***caaaawww caaaww!!!!

thanksgiving day!

Last night I was so tired. I went to sleep pretty much as soon as we got here (Stephenville). I didn’t really have a chance to think about it being thanksgiving. What am I thankful for? So many things. One of my favorite things about myself is that I often think about being lucky and blessed. I often think such things out loud and I hope people don’t think that I’m bragging or being arrogant. I just wish to express how lucky we are to be talking about our problems with which airline to fly with, or the extra 60 cents I had to spend on gas today or the fact that we’ve been eating too much.

But I think I should list the first ten things that come to me that I am thankful for. I love lists.

computers
family
good food (that I don’t get often)
my good health
my parents being happy
the fact that I can do yoga in nac
the fact that if I have been brainwashed, it has been by liberals
I’m thankful that I own my car
that I can enjoy being by myself
that I am moderately well traveled

Hmmm. That is an odd list. But, I did type out the first ten things that came to my head.

Dynamo game exploits tomorrow I promise. I’m still so excited that they won. I’m still so proud. There was a forum I saw from the NE fan group that was about how they were ashamed of their showing in DC. Fuck yeah! There were thousands of them and a hundred or so of us. We destroyed them so hard. We were so loud. They stopped singing at some points over the course of the game. Lame! We never stop! We never surrender!

Some pictures

i was right there. behind the orange smoke in this picture.

last weekend

Pictures!

http://www.bigsoccer.com/forum/showthread.php?t=623876&highlight=group+photo

Hit up that forum topic. The first page has a lot of cheerleaders, but it gets more about the fans and the game after the first page. I was directly next to the fire extinguisher.

I will post more pictures of

The weekend as I remember it:

1. Wake up ass early to drive to Houston in the freezing morning.
2. Get to Houston.
3. Drive for an hour through Houston.
4. Get on a plane with a ton of other Dynamo fans.
5. Get to Baltimore and ride a train with a cool woman from Oslo to the city. Oslo is where they have the Viking ship museum. We talked at length about living in America vs. living in Europe. She came over here for a summer and ended up staying for 37 years.
6. Found Max and Brian and dropped off my stuff.
7. Went to a bar near U street. I like that area. I was talking to Sarah and we were setting up the surprise for Erin. Got slightly drunk. The rest of the night involves us singing and going to a few different bars. We ended up at a sweet dance party at the top of the stairs of a bar called DC9. I’ve been there before, but it was just Max and I. I really like that place. Now that I know they rock some sweet Daft Punk after hours, I like it a lot more.
8. I ended up sleeping on Erin’s couch. That was nice, Max’s house was gonna be cold and crowded. And it was nice to hang out with Erin, Sarah, Natalie, and Katie. They are four of the coolest girls in the city.
9. Woke up at about 12 to a message from Max saying that they were playing in the MLS supporters cup and were really really fucking wasted. The message was left at about 9:30. I was so proud. I knew they were kicking the shit out of those pussy NE fans. Or whoever. As it turns out, they were getting stomped. I’m glad I didn’t play, I would have further hurt my knee. Anyway- they were getting beat so hard that they found Chris Armas, former US national team player, and got him to play. Holy shit. I’ve decided that it was the 67^th cap of his career. The first that mattered. I met up with them as they got back from the games. They stole 114 beers from the DC fan club. I say stole, but I don’t think you can steal anything when the person who owns it just watches you take it. I mean- not standing up for your beer is just as bad as giving it away. Gandhi said something like that.
10. After showers all around we decided to get some grub. Well, a few hours later we were still sitting there. So some people went to eat and goto museums and shit. Max and I went to get Curry and then to the group photo at the Lincoln Memorial. We took like a million pictures with everyone’s camera. I hate that. Just take one and post it up somewhere. Oh well.
11. Max, Curry and I went to the WWII memorial. I was under whelmed. It could have been much cooler. But I think they were going for low key. And really, in this era of flashy, hi-tech and slick looking everything, for older generation, the target audience of this monument, simpler was probably better.
12. Then we went to eat some kick ass kabobs. So good.
13. After eating my weight in Iranian food, I was ready to get my drink on again. This time we went to the awesome Adams-Morgan area. It is like a mini-sixth street. Only more rich fucks. The beers were outrageous (remember that here in Nac beers are $1.35, not $6). We were up at a place called The Angry Itch. Or Inch. I don’t know. Max, Curry and I were the first ones there and we got to watch part of a basketball game. We are all passionate about bball and fantasy bball, so that was maybe the best part of the night, if I can get a little girly on you.
14. Random Dynamo fans were everywhere in the city, and everyone recognized my beard and jumpsuit. This bar was no exception. Some drunk English guys were drunk and started singing random songs and chants. That was cool.
15. Then our other Houston people came. I think there were about 40 of us in a bar about the size of my living room. I loved it. We drank, and sang and talked at length at how many dozens of points the Dynamo would score the next morning. Someone allegedly tried to punch Max. I’m glad they didn’t get into a scuffle, b/c I would have gone to jail.
16. Erin, Brad, Natalie and Sarah came. They had fun and at one point I realized that everyone was leaving and I was with Erin, Brad and Sarah. We ended up at a famous place called Ben’s Chili Bowl. I inhaled some sausage thing after a long wait and then we left. I remember Brad was talking jibber jabber. That was funny.
17. I went back to Erin’s and again slept on the couch. This time though I had to get up at 8am for the biggest game of the year.
18. Numbers 18 to ?? will come tomorrow. Those events deserve to be in their own post. A special post that will take all day to write.

I had a great time in DC. I could live there for sure. In Houston or Dallas, you can go days without seeing people. Even if you go to work and do everything you normally do, you could go forever without seeing a single person. In DC you have to see tens of thousands of people every time you leave the house. I really like that. Not to mention the amazingly simple and reliable subway system. How amazing to be wasted with your brothers and sisters and not have to worry about someone driving drunk!

setting in

It really hasn't set in yet. I am still recalling the various plays and the different things we did as a crowd.
I can't wait for the pictures to start piling up. There were so many people that congratulated me on my playoff beard. I really feel like I had the best beard in the whole stadium. Not to mention the people in DC and at the airport that recognized me when I wasn't wearing my jumpsuit. I'll post a gallery of pictures tomorrow when everyone has a chance to post their pics.
Anyway, it is with mixed feelings that I report that I have shaved over 1/2 of my beard off. Not like, one side or anything, but over half the length. It is nice to see my chin/face again.


In other news I am reading a great book lent to me by a friend. The book is very premium. I loaned her some of my core books. Batman: Year One and The Dark Knight Returns are more than just comics to me. They are epic sagas. Many people that are not my friends are not helping their cause with not reading these books.

I was talking to a German Dynamo fan this weekend and he is excited that I'm going to Germany. Needless to say, I would eat many pieces of humble pie if he would hook me up with his friends and family over there.

Pictures tomorrow I promise.

champs

Th Houston Dynamo are the champions again. Two years in a row we dominate!
The game was so sick. I was right in the middle. If you saw the highlights at mlsnet.com then you saw the smoke bombs and even the fire extinguisher. I was next to them. Like, I could have touched them.

The best part was after we won, the team was really good about coming over and cheering with us. They all spent a lot of time with us. I heard that someone, in a post game interview, said "I just hope I can have as much passion as them" and then pointed to the still cheering masses.

Me too man. Me too.

dale dynamo

dc

So I'm in DC and it is fucking sweet. We got shit drunk last night and then I crashed at some friend's house. I was surprising my friend Erin. But she kinda knew something was up. Which sucks, but oh well. It was nice to see her and her roommates. They are really cool. I would hang out with them all the fucking time if I lived here.


Max says "What are you doing all this editing for?" "It is supposed to be from the heart!"

Sean says "Shut the fuck up."


We are going to burn this city down. It it going to be so sweet. There are so many Dynamo fans here. We go everywhere in force.
They played a supporters game this morning and lost horribly. But they got to play with Chris Armas, who was a US national player. He had 66 caps with national team. Today was his 67th! That is going to be our battlecry for tonight!! SIXTY SEVEN!!!!
Then my friends stole 114 beers from the DC supporters.

burn the house. find the foundation.

trixy

I am excited about this weekend. Not much going on. I don't have any major plans. I am really excited about watching the Dynamo game on Sunday.

I was playing around with after effects today. I really love that program. I'm going to watch the advanced lynda.com tutorial next week at work. That program can do some great stuff. It is both fantastically absurd and exquisitely classy. I guess I should be learning more web coding languages, but I just can't get into them as much as the video and animation stuff. I still need to learn action script 3.0 for flash.

It seems like I don't ever have many pairs of pants. I wonder if I leave them places. That doesn't seem like a likely reason though.
In other leg related news, my knee is still killing from last weekend. I hope it gets better over the next few weeks. Just kneeling hurts.

How about a few pictures?






Yes. That is right. I got to eat a human brain.
Well. Ok that is not right. But I did get to hold it and poke it with my engloved fingers.

- the bibbster out

sunday

oooouuuchh.

i hurt my knee last night at the dynamo game. someone kicked me during a pre-game romp. maybe dancing on it for the next 90 minutes wasn't the greatest idea. oh well. i'm only a man. i cannot resist the lure of singing and cheering and being part of a family of passionate fans.

i hope it doesn't detract from next week. plans that i can't disclose here. for fear of prying eyes.

on a nerdier note, my fantasy teams are sucking the dust of the other teams in their respective leagues. i thought i did a good job of drafting players, but i guess i just don't know shit about who is going to be injured and just suck in general. oh well. the basketball season is young, and my football teams could make a run in the playoffs.

my favorite shirt says: "do you work on wallstreet?"
"because you make me want to get down to business"

















homemade. hilarious. i love it.

dale dynamo!!

last night was sweet. set off some fireworks and lied to the cops. all in all a kick ass night.


this is how i roll:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AREQ7SA9rN8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hSvyLpXI0Xo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ANJH6uKmh2s

i am on my way to houston in about 30 minutes or so. this dynamo game is huge. we have to win to get into the MLS finals. we'll be playing some chumps that don't really deserve to win, so that's good. i hope the team doesn't look ahead to the next game before they put away this one. if we lose of course, we'll dance and sing and drink until the city falls.

dale dale dale dynamo!!!!

big factor

talked to the parental units tonight. that's always good. i forget to call them sometimes, but it isn't because i don't want to talk to them. i wish they would call me more. i like hearing that they are doing well. Grandpa too. i don't think he's called me more than 3 times in his life. but he is a post all by himself. that man is amazing. i really like talking with him. he has changed so much in his life. i hope my personal growth is as exponential as his has been.

all three of them are really behind my big plans for moving to europe. at first i didn't realize how much that would mean to me, but now i think it is going to be a huge factor.

well, i'm going out tonight. we'll see what comes of that.
then tomorrow i'm going to houston for the dynamo and mabeuf craziness. if the dynamo don't win we're going to raze the city. its going to be great.

burn the house. find the foundation

savage seven

we just finished hosting the ultimate tournament. chrissy came and saw. i wonder what she thought. i'm glad that i didn't play. helping BK learn how to run a tournament is/was important. ultimate at SFA is bigger than me. on the other hand, at a savage tournament, there are no subs- everyone plays every point. so that would have been good. to get some fucking play time. forseriously.

in other news, i will be in louisiana all week starting tomorrow night. i'll be conducting an archaeological survey with my good friend and boss Dr. galan. his doctorate is so new i'll have to remember to bring some scissors to take it out of the plastic wrap.

i went to the houston dynamo game last night. then drove back. the game was so amazing. if i wasn't so tired from running the ultimate tournament, no change that to exhausted, i would link to some highlights or something. if you can think of the perfect game, it was that. we were down, the calls were against us. my brother was there with me. we got to heckle the dallas fucks that lost. they are so weak. i'm sure the dynamo and our fan club would be able to hack it in europe, but the same cannot be said for fc dallas. those guys suck. they couldn't find passion in a passion fruit salad. i don't know if that is a real thing, but that's because my passion is thick like sludge and haunting like that first heartbreak. it is always there, living in me and surfacing like a wolf when i call it up.

growl.