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Name: Xamian
Gender: Male
Interests: Basketball, concerts, the beach, beach volleyball, batting cages, Starcraft Brood Wars, beach volley ball, house parties, Warcraft III, exploring new hole-in-the-way Asian restaurants, reading, weekend snowboarding trips that include a cabin and at night drinking, and being bawdy.
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Occupation: Contractor
Industry: Bureaucracy
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11/17/2002
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| There are two types of rainless morning chill here. The sole question is, "Will a bone-chilling morning bicycle ride to work cause my ears terrible pain if I don't wear ear muffs?" Ear muffs, it's not just for babies with profanity-spewing parental units. | | |
| Caveat, the following may be gross material.
• Fecal matter is unsanitary and full of germs and bacteria.
• Germs and bacteria easily transit through open wounds.
• Certain groups would make tiger pits with sharpened sticks jutting from ground. The tips would be smeared with fecal matter to add insult and infection to injury.
• Sometimes I lay giant village-flattening turds. I amaze myself.
• Sometimes those girthy spectacles result in some rectal bleeding. It's no giving birth to a baby and thankfully that's the closest I will ever get.
• Thankfully, my mistreated pucker has not ever become infected *knock on wood.*
• What special antibodies do we have in our rectal area to protect me from myself and the occassional @ss tearing, sun-blocking monsters?
• I believe eating lots of raw carrots adds extra girth to my poo.
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| What else can I say about Amsterdam? Well, I was in a friend's bathroom, producing solid waste. The quaint little bathroom was very small. The cozy bathroom was so small, when I just leaned forward to look down or pull up my pants, I bashed my forehead against the bathroom door. I was shocked. Wow, small. Nevetheless, the house was cool and had a lot of character. I did see a lot of exposed piping. Maybe the Dutch don't care about hiding the pipes.
I do recommend everyone go on the canal boat tours. It's not expensive and it's a great way to see the city and learn about it.
In other news, I enjoy sliding around the slippery wooden floors my apartment in my fuzzy paw slippers. A couple of days ago, while sliding around, I slipped, lost my balance and fell backwards. Utilizing the years of my youth spent watching wrestling, the experience of a couple of snowboarding trips, and my jaguar-Iike reflexes, I instantly spread my arms and fell as flatly on my back and arms rather than just my @ss. Thus I was able to disperse the impact. Instead of sustaining minimal damage, I magnificently reduced the damage to negligable. I impress myself.
Ikea is loathsome. I spent around 4 hours in a Deutsch Ikea. First off, I was standing in the wrong check out line, I think. I was in the "Express" line, but as I got closer to the check out, I noticed there wasn't a way to pay with cash, I needed plastic. F!!! So, I was going to go home without buying anything, but I had dropped my UCSD sweatshirt. I had to find the kid section to ask them if someone turned in my sweatshirt, no dice. I ended up getting back in line. The lines took a long time, everytime. Also, I wasn't able to find everything I wanted. I wasn't able to find a full-length mirror. They're easy to find at Wal-Marts and Target. I couldn't find curtains that were the right length. All the curtains were too long (300 cm) and I didn't want to get custom cut curtains. Life would have been easier if I spoke Duetsch. I'm going to call Ikea, hope to speak to someone who speaks English, and find out if someone turned in my sweatshirt.
Oh, before I do, I had been wanting an Ikea coffee table for months. It was inexpensive, 40 euro and simple. I thought it was too big to fit into my sedan, but I went to Ikea regardless to get other crap. While in the Ikea parking lot, before my 4 hour ordeal, I measured the width and height of my back seat area with my arm. Later, inside the diabolical Ikea, I measured the display coffee table with my limbs and to my satisfaction, it would fit in my car. Even if the box the table came in was too large for my car, I could take the table out of the box and place it in my car. At the parking lot, I tried to place the unopened box in my back seat. Dah! The box was about 2.4 cm or an inch too long. Of course! I had to take a couple pieces out of the box. Such paltry hinderances, tsk tsk.
I invite all of my friends to come hang out at my place. I even bought a bottle of Johnny Walker Scotch, Blue Label. It better be the best Scotch I ever tasted. It was ridiculously expensive. Well, happy Halloween everyone!
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| The smallest bathroom sink I have ever seen was in a bagel/coffee shop in Amsterdam. The sink was so small, a baby's feet would have to be washed one at a time. I do not know how often babies need to have their feet washed. The sink was about 10 inches/24 cm wide. It was tiny! I thought it was a joke when I first entered the head (restroom).
Bicyclists are fearless in Amsterdam. They have the right-of-way so they ride with impunity. They barely, if at all, look for oncoming cars. They just pedal away. Most of the streets have dedicated bike lanes. I thought a lot of people biked in the Deutschland, A LOT of people bike in Amsterdam. In fact, people often "double-up" on bikes. Often, a girl, or boy will sit on the rear rack that is behind the bike seat and above the rear tire. The rear racks in Amsterdam are generally heavy-duty and much sturdier than the average bike rack. The people who hitch rides on the back of bikes ride side-straddle (both legs hanging off the same side rather than one leg on each side). It was cute seeing so many people ride two to a bike.
Another interesting aspect of the Dutch bikes are the built-in locks for the rear wheel. Many of the Dutch bikes have a key operated lock that will. . . if I recall correctly, clamp down or secure the rear wheel. Interestingly, many Dutchies will insert the bike lock key (which is attached to his or her key chain), unlock it, but leave the key in the bike lock and ride around with impunity. Once that person or people end up at their destination, they will then lock the bike, and finally remove the key. People are riding around with keys dangling near their rear tire.
I end this IMail by saying, the Dutch farmer's market just down the street from my friends place was marvelous. I bought a cornucopia of inexpensive fruits and vegetables, to include limes and avocados.
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| Some time ago I was going to share a bit about my trip to Amsterdam, Netherlands. Instead, I wrote a couple of time about pooing. There is a whole slew of topics I have been meaning to cover, but I’ve been lazy and kept procrastinating. Now is as good as time as any to share.
Almost everyone speaks English in Amsterdam. That was very convenient. I think many people know about windmills in Amsterdam. Canals lacing the city is also rather common knowledge. One thing I didn’t know was that most houses were very narrow and tall. To save valuable real estate space, people built upwards. Many buildings were 4-5 stories tall. The stairs were so shallow it was almost a challenge to put much of a foot on some stairs. Because the stairs were so narrow, it would have been impossible to move beds, cabinets, large tables, and other bulky furniture up the stairs. It would be a pain to have to hire someone to lug the materials to construct a bed up the stairs, and then make it on the floor you wanted it to be in. Clever Dutchies, I’ve never seen a city with so many pulleys.
Virtually every non-house boat residence had a beam jutting out maybe close to 2 meters from the top of the building. From that beam, a pulley can be rigged. Each floor has at least one large set of windows or a balcony. The Dutchies would use a large net tied to a long rope, that was looped through the pulley system to lift and lower pianos, furniture, and other appliances into and out of their buildings. In Amsterdam, it’s not hard to find a place to hang someone.
This past Sunday, a couple of folks and I went to see a fortification along the Maginot Line (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maginot_Line). The Maginot Line was a failure. Also on Sunday, I had escargot. First off, the snails are not slimy American garden snails or slugs. The shells are very hard. Although the escargot snails are land snails, their texture is very similar to clams or oysters. The escargot we had was cooked in butter. It was tasty, but almost anything cooked in butter is tasty.
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