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There’s just something about taking two photos back-to-back, but with different focus points, that just fascinates me to no end.

The two photos above were taken in October 2009 at the hotel I was staying at in Abu Simble, Egypt. :)

Let’s me start off the return to ze old blog with just a little something…

Great Pyramid of Giza in Egypt

When you reboot, might as well kick some ass in the process :)
(And yes, those who’ve asked/complained…I am working on the rest of the images :) )

Yes, folks. Engrish, not English.

Engrish: The funny / incorrect way English is used in ads and on products in Japan.

Example: Introducing the highest in hat fashion in Harajuku (or maybe it was Ueno…)

(Yes. Chip Chip MotherFucker!)

For more gems of f’ed English, check out the classic Engrish website.

Addendum: Looks like DSquared is a Canadian company. So, the hat only has the smell of Engrish, not the reality. ^^

If you ever find yourself in the Denver area, you owe it to yourself and whomever you’re with to drive out to the wonderous Red Rocks Park and Amphitheatre. I still remain green with envy of the thousands of people each year who get to listen to fantastic live musical performances with this as a backdrop (or actually a sidedrop):

…and it’s just as magnificient on the right side too. :)

It’s so beautiful for miles around…even during the drive up to 6,000+ feet. And you can even walk about on the same stage that the Beatles, U2, and Stevie Ray Vaughan have performed on many times.

And did I mention that if there’s no show that day, entrance is completely free?

Mother Nature is an artisan beyond reproach… :)

Why is it that every time…EVERY DAMN TIME…I get ready to make plans for my long awaited pilgrimage to the land of Sphinx and Sand, it turns into the land of Carnage and Tears?

Is it too much to ask for a little 2 or 3 year window? Put the anger and agenda away for a little while and go to the beach. Play a lot of soccer. Have a couple extra kids. See what your fellow anger management brethern are doing in other parts of the world. Anything that tickles your fancy (and occupies your time).

Please find in your hearts to make some time to allow this tan gentleman to come over to the land that’s been calling him for years. May he return home free of shrapnel and fully limbed…

(Fuck middle east peace & harmony & future. I wanna see some damn pyramids!)

The 6 o’clock hour is a truly wonderful time…

Everyone’s the same shade and the only thing that matters is the view…

With all the nonsense that’s going on the world…my prophet’s better than your prophet…my holy book trumps your holy book trumps their holy book…

With all of the insanity, intolerance, use of scripture for one’s own selfish benefit, and general lack of giving a fuck about one’s fellow man…

I found myself in the presence of a gentleman of great respect…and massive chillin…simply Da Buddha…

We chatted for a while. We enjoyed the smell of the incense and the sound of the koi in the pond nearby. Laughed for a while…brutha has a unique joke about how he saved money on his car insurance.

Didn’t try to convert me…just gave some advice to settle my mind, and told me to enjoy the peaceful surroundings as long as I wished. And so I did…

If you’re ever on the island of Oahu and can make it outside of Waikiki/Honolulu (dear god, please do), drive to the Valley of the Temples on the Windward side of the island. You’ll find Buddha chillin’ in a gorgeous replica of Kyoto’s famous Byodo-in Temple.

Tell ‘em Tanny sent ya…

Enter…a fierce, battle tested Maori Warrior!

Or…a BYU of Hawaii student who paints his face everyday in order to pay for his college fees…

In either case, this Polynesian Cultural Center employee is certainly guaranteed one thing: *Plethora-O-Babes* ;)

(If you’re gonna go tattoo, go off ALL THE WAY!)

I’m not a professional photographer by any stretch of the imagination, so I’ll take all the help I can get. Sometimes Mama Nature (and a reflective surface) can hook a brutha up:

I love clouds :)
(Picture: Tall skyscapers near the Rotterdam Central Station)

Jei hath returned from a wonderful trip to the Netherlands and Belgium. Jei must make some posts on a week’s worth of wide-eye-opened sensory acceptance of the European lifestyle…and various assorted pictures that tickled his fancy. Jei must talk in third person…the “I” in Jei is still over in Amsterdam, drinking many a Belgian beer and with a face full of Shoarma.

Now for today’s EuroTrip moment:

The situation: A weekend trip to Antwerp, Belgium.

As we investigated streets at semi-random, we came across a sign that spoke the ultimate truth: Amadeus is the Place for Ribs!

Y’all heard me: AMADEUS IS THE PLACE FOR RIBS!
(Testify!)