5 Things: Week 3

1. I'm already messing this up. This post is being written based on notes from my trip to Penang. The first one is 'endless empty glass boxes.' I don't remember what that means.

2. I've had a few powerful and strange dreams about other Remotes on my trip.

3. On our last morning, I got up early to go do some work before we made our way to the Cameron Highlands. Because of some miscommunications, Ross didn't realize that I had just left the room (in a rad, but very...DIY punk hostel above an underground venue) just to go wash up, and he locked the gate behind me. The setup was such that the actual door was behind a long hallway, and homeboy sleeps with earplugs. So, he didn't hear my increasingly aggressive pounding on the door for quite a while. After about 8 minutes of angry knocking and careful shouting of his name through the crack made by the hinges, I sat down to try and calm my frustration. I didn't have my phone or my book with me - but I did have my toiletry case, which is how I came to be plucking my eyebrows on the ratty sofa of a Malaysian punk hostel. 

4. I've been reading the Trump Time Capsule - and I think my favorite (because of how infuriating it is, and is so almost funny?) link today was to an article about how he stiffed the rightful winner of a charity golf tournament held at one of his courses. Only this fucking guy would hold a charity tournament with a well publicized million dollar prize for a hole-in-one, and then feel incredibly clever when he refused to pay out the money because the sign up form clearly stated the hole needed to be of a certain distance to receive that prize money, with none of the holes on the course meeting that distance at all. What a schmuck. 

5. Though they're not always the "prettiest" - I've found that my favorite photos of myself are often me, mid sentence, clearly talking with my hands. They're a clear illustration of my soul.