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17 July 2013 @ 03:28 am

I always told myself that I would officially end this blog once I found some gainful employment. That time has come.

Today I start a six month stint as a public relations consultant working with the firm I was at before heading to Japan. It's extremely part time, but that's beneficial for a number of reasons. I get to work from home for one thing, which allows me the freedom to travel to court to handle my dad's various cases, to the hospital to tend to my dad's health needs, or to my dad's lawyer's office to part with a crapload of money. It also allows me to get a full time job in addition to my consulting gig, which I will definitely need if I ever want to be making a significant amount of scrilla. It would be nice to be debt free one day with a Scrooge McDuck sized vault full of gold coins I could dive in to. I always wondered how he did that without busting his head open...I guess because he's not real...

So there you have it, folks. For anyone living abroad who may be returning to their home country at some point in the lives, one way to get a job is to go back to the places you used to work, bat your eyelashes a few times, and see if there's anything open for you. Someone gave me this advice well before I came back, and I sort of ignored it. Whoops! Had I followed it, though, I would have been employed and making money eons ago. Don't be like me. Do like Junior M.A.F.I.A. and fuck bitches, get money. Or just get money, because I'm sure fucking bitches amounts to bestiality and that's illegal in most places.

Deciding to create this blog and write in it damn near every day was one of the best decisions I ever made in my life, right up there with that time I decided to give up fried chicken and accept fried rice by moving to Japan. Because of this blog I was the first (and only?) foreigner ever interviewed by the Yonabaru Two website. Because of this blog I met some awesome people, like Mitzi, her husband, and their two ultra adorable children, Kelly, fellow former English teacher and covert social media stalker. Because of this blog people around the world, like Muneerah from Singapore, have been inspired to give up everything they knew to move to Okinawa. And hopefully, because of this blog, people know a little bit more about the place I called home for the past several years.

I hope you all enjoyed reading this blog as much as I enjoyed writing it. Now that it's all over, I can finally move on to writing the book version. Then the inevitable movie version. Then the telenovela version where everyone is ridiculously hot and Latin American. If you want to continue keeping up with me, feel free to add me on Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram. Don't come back here expecting new updates. As much as a part of my life this blog has been, this is officially the end. Finito. You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get the hell up out of here.

05 July 2013 @ 11:17 am

In honor of yesterday's Fourth of July holiday, I present to you Party In The USA - The Okinawan Version. Thankfully a twerking Miley Cyrus does not make an appearance.
03 July 2013 @ 06:54 pm




At long last my search for a job may be coming to a close.

You may recall that last week I met with my old boss regarding doing some consulting work for her firm. The original plan was for me to help out with a client that they'd been having some issues with, but that's no longer the case as my old boss will be taking the reigns instead. What is likely to happen, though, is that I get to do something that should be a bit more fun: expanding the firm's social media presence. I've got to get a proposal to my old boss by Monday detailing exactly what it is I'd like to accomplish. They already have a few things in mind, like wanting me to regularly update their website and blogs. I'm thinking I want to establish and Instagram presence for them, increase their blog readership, and get more Likes and Followers on their Facebook and Twitter accounts respectively. Not quite sure how I'd get that done at the moment, but I'm pretty confident in my ability to get the job done.

Hopefully things work out and my old boss loves my proposal. The job would be 15 hours per week with the salary undecided at this point. Depending on what we agree upon, I could be making about as much money as I made beforehand while working less than half as much (time wise). And I'd still have time for a regular, full time job on top of that.
01 July 2013 @ 06:47 pm

Kuroshio Sea - 2nd largest aquarium tank in the world - (song is Please don't go by Barcelona) from Jon Rawlinson on Vimeo.

It's Monday. You're probably like...where da music at. But I ain't rollin' like that today. Instead we're gonna take a cinematic tour of the place I used to call home as seen through the eyes of people who aren't me.


Just a wee bit more reminiscing before the beginning of the week...


Reminiscing about Japan. Going through old Facebook albums will do that to you.


This week has been busy, perhaps the business week I've had since I've been back. No time to sit on my ass at home, applying to jobs, watching The View, and daydreaming about Japan. Monday I linked up with my old PR firm and photographed an event they were having at the Baltimore Convention Center. It wasn't anything too exciting; just a bunch of health and science nerds eating fancy ass tiny food creations, drinking wine, and talking about...whatever for two hours. Still, it was dope to get paid for taking pictures. Tuesday I met with my boss at the previously mentioned PR firm and discussed some opportunities working freelance for them. Depending on how things go with this one client of theirs, there me be a spot open for me to do some project managing and coordinating. Later that day I rode my bike all around northwest DC and sweat out all the liquids I had in my body. Hooray for humidity! Wednesday morning it was off to Annapolis to meet with the staff currently taking care of my father. According to them, he's slowly improving with each passing day. That being said, nobody can quite predict when his ass may be home again...if ever. After bouncing from there, I headed back into DC and met up with Marie Claire, a friend of mine since 8th grade who now lives in Ethiopia and is here on vacation. Forget bros in different area codes. I got mad bros in different country codes, son. We went Thomas Sweet in Georgetown so I could eat my first ever banana split, then washed that down with a burger and fries from Shake Shack. Thursday I went down to the Social Security Administration office (an extremely unassuming building in northeast DC), but they were more unhelpful than a facility for handicapped people with no ramps and tons of stairs. On the bright side, I got to celebrate another friend, Carmen's, birthday at an apartment in southwest filled with plenty of booze and really great Mexican food. I'm totally a fan of fish tacos now...get your minds out of the gutter, people. Which brings us to today.

My job hunt may be coming to a close sooner rather than later. Today I had a "cup of coffee" with a guy I was introduced to through the chick I met at the Memorial Day BBQ at the end of May.. Cup of coffee is totally not a euphemism for sex...at least not in this case. I'm just saying I didn't drink any coffee because I hate that shit. Anyway, it went very well. We talked for 15 minutes about what he was looking for, what I could bring to the table, and how I'm the dude they need to fill out their team. At the end of the conversation I handed him a copy of my resume, and he said he'd shop it around to a few other people in the office and hopefully have me in for a real deal interview next week or the week after. And then...you know...hopefully I'll have a job! And a paycheck to show for it! Which I will promptly spend on Jameson and inappropriate t-shirts because that's how I roll.

About a month ago I went to a Memorial Day BBQ and met someone working in the PR field who seemed interested in hooking a brotha up with a job. After attempting to contact her and tons of miscommunication later, I never heard from her again...until the other day when I saw an email with her name on it sitting in my inbox. I was shocked! Flabbergasted! Astounded even! I thought I had really fucked up and turned this person off forever. Turns out they were just constantly traveling and doing work related shenanigans. To say I was relieved would be an understatement. So we made plans to meet up for coffee (blech) around 5pm the other day. What's a guy to do between the time he wakes up and 5pm? Ride around shinin' that's what.

First order of business: lunch with my old friend, Hope, at District Taco. Hope is someone who I went to middle school with and hadn't seen one of our class reunions in 2007. As usual with people I talk to who I haven't seen in eternity, we talked about what our classmates have been up to, her life in the US the past few years, and my life living in Japan during that same time frame. And we ate lots of tacos, chips, and guacamole. The carne asada taco with green peppers, lettuce, and lime rice is my personal favorite.

Afterward I stopped by the White House to give my boy Barack some dap.

There's never a shortage of protestors down there...

...or tourists on bikes.

I thought it'd be a good idea to drop in on my old co-workers and say what the dilly since I actually looked respectable that day. My boss was out on vacation, but luckily for me one person I used to work with was still around: Llenda. She was more than happy to see me and gave me a quick tour of the place before sending me on my way with a book and an offer to photograph an event they're having on Monday. Yeeeeeesssssss!

With a couple of more hours to kill I decided to head over to Georgetown. But instead of going into Georgetown proper, I made a detour towards the Kennedy Center. I wanted to take some photos along parts of the Potomac that I'd never photographed before. Then I thought, why stop here? Why not cross over into Virginia? So I did.

And made my way to Arlington National Cemetery. All this time living in DC, and this was the first time I'd ever been to this place.

Right next to Arlington National Cemetery is the Women in Military Service for America Memorial. Say that ten times fast.

Five o' clock rolled around and it was time to meet up with my homey for coffee...which thankfully turned into meeting up for sandwiches. While the original thing she was trying to get me involved with fell through, several other, better opportunities came up, and she's been doing her thing circulating my resume around her office and getting my name out there. One of the people she'd been talking about introducing me too actually happened to walk by while we were talking, so I got to introduce myself before he jetted off to do something important...possibly happy hour. I've been told to keep my schedule open for next week to meet with some other people within her company, so who knows. Maybe my life as an unemployed bum with too much time on his hands will be over soon.

Supergroups were all the rage in the early 2000s rock scene. Zack de la Roche left Rage Against the Machine, and Chris Cornell from Soundgarden joined the band to form Audioslave. Billy Corgan and the drummer from The Smashing Pumpkins picked up some band members from A Perfect Circle and Slint to form Zwan. Axel Rose was out, Scott Weiland was in, and the resulting combination started calling themselves Velvet Revolver. Even indie rock had its own supergroup, a little electronic emo band called The Postal Service.

Ben Gibbard (Death Cab for Cutie), Jenny Lewis (Rilo Kiley), and Jimmy Tamborello (Dntel) released their first album as The Postal Service, Give Up, on February 18th, 2003. Ten years later I still play that album in its entirety a handful of times a week. It's one of those rare albums that doesn't overstay its welcome and has no bad songs, something that everyone needs to hear before they die. Plus it has a song called The District Sleeps Alone Tonight (written after Gibbard's girlfriend moved to D.C.). How can you not love that?

The band unfortunately never found the time to record a second album. However, they did find the time for a global tour celebrating the 10 year anniversary of Give Up. Tuesday they performed at <a href=">Merriweather Post Pavillion</a> with opening band Ra Ra Riot and did not disappoint.

I missed The Smashing Pumpkins when they were in the DC area back in November, but this show more than made up for that. Go listen to The Postal Service!


I spent Saturday with the ballerific side of my family. You know, the people who push Beemers and Lexus', talk smack about children, and eat only the stinkiest of cheeses. I kid. Kind of.

I met up with one of my uncles, Richard, and my cousin, Zann, at their crib in Silver Spring so we could drive all the way out to bumblefuck for my other cousin, Ryan's, graduation party. He and his family live all the way out in Centreville across the Bay Bridge, 60 miles outside of DC. In the middle of a hay field. It's like the Gushikami of Maryland.

The cool thing about living out here, though, is that it's spacious. The air is clean. It's quiet. Water is nearby, as are beaches. It's everything I loved about living in Yonabaru, except the nearest city is a bazillion miles away and there aren't any old lady snack bars to frequent.


All that's missing is the white picket fence.

My next house will totally have one of these.

Until next time, ballerific family. Maybe I'll move out to bumblefuck with you one day.