The meaning of Chon.

“CHON is an mnemonic acronym for the four most common elements in living organisms: carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, and nitrogen. These four elements are also notable for being the least massive (and having the lowest atomic number) in their group in the periodic table.”


I was told it had roots in the Korean language. I’m going to have to tell my parents that we are in fact molecular, not Korean.

Two Left Feet

…well more like two right sleeves.

Tonight I was out and about. I had plans with my girlfriend, Kate, to go to a holiday/birthday party. I put on a nice shirt, some jeans, and sneakers and was off.

When I say nice shirt, I mean something with a collar. This particular shirt I bought at Ross. And I’m sure it said ‘irregular’ or something to that nature, but I’m usually one to ignore the little details.

As it turns out, I noticed something strangely odd about my shirt. Looking at my right sleeve, then my left, and then my right again; something seemed a bit out of place. Staring for a few more moments, I noticed that I had two right sleeves. Yes, that’s right! Two right sleeves!

Guess there was something irregular about that shirt. The funny thing though is that I’ve had the shirt for months and have never noticed. And what’s more, it probably won’t stop me from wearing it again.

Spill My Guts Out Over an Everything Bagel

There really hasn’t been anything exciting in my life lately (not like anything in the near past has really been)…but I do need to report on everyday life if there is to be any sort of continuity. This is really one of those “I need to have a bookmark in the ‘Life of Sean’ moments.” Really not quite enough for a chapter though.

Moment had.

In terms of money making, I’ve been serving drinks and fixing computers. It’s really not what I dreamed of life growing up as a kid, but there are those times when you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do.

Another bite of my everything bagel.

Really an uneventful blog, isn’t it? I wish I had some funny story or corny joke, but really what it comes down to is that I warmed up a bagel and I needed something to compliment my bagel eating. And I love typing about absolutely nothing.

My last bite.

So I leave you with a mouth devoid of the satisfaction of having an everything bagel, and wondering in the first place what an everything bagel is. The perfect food. Just like butter can complement any food dish or dessert and ranch tastes good on any vegetable, including pizza.

Is Sean on drugs?

I kid you not. The pear’s plump and the apricot can live in the mangroves.


Karma’s a Bitch

It really is. Let me explain.

So I went to Berkeley tonight to have dinner with a friend of mine from high school. I took a late train back to the city. I was walking through the tunnel to the escalator. I usually don’t tip street performers, but it was late. And I figured that if this guy playing guitar was any good, I would give him a dollar. I walked by and he was pretty good.

A dollar.

Going up that escalator, I realized that I gave him my last dollar. As it turns out, that dollar was my bus fare, unless I was going to give the bus driver my ten. No chance, right? But what kind of asshole asks a street performer for his money back?

So I walk right by a homeless woman asking for money into a Burger King. Wait behind some guy trying to get free burger for a few minutes and finally break my ten. Then I go outside, walk by another homeless guy. Two steps past him, I realize that I have a granola bar in my pocket, but think nothing of it.

So I continue on down the street towards the bus stop. About a block away, and a minute and a half too late, there goes my bus.

To make the long story short, I walked home. Go figure.

Not a whole lot, but thought I’d check in.

Hmmmm…my guess is that at this point not too many people will be checking in since it’s been over a month since my last post. For those of you that are reading, thanks for being so faithful…and let me apologize in advance for how little things have changed in the last month. But I’ll have a go at it anyway. I’m not paying for these wasted megabytes in cyberspace, am I?

One big change that has happened since my last post is that I’m now back in San Francisco (again). Hawaii was fun. The water was warm and beautiful, but after the initial novelty of being in paradise wore off, I realized I had hardly gotten away from the hustle of San Francisco.

It had been about seven or so years since I last visited and for some reason my picture of Hawaii was a lot different in my head, as most things are. Basically what got me was the traffic. There was traffic going to Honolulu. Traffic coming back. And worst of all, traffic in the water. The only advantage I had was that I wasn’t employed, and if it took me hours and hours of waiting to score some waves, so be it. The only problem was that I was only one of the most recent to jump on this “surf bum” ideology. The lineups hardly ever thinned out.

So after sending my surfboard and all my luggage on a plane without me and buying a last minute return ticket, here I am back in San Francisco; the grass as green as I left it.

Things aren’t so bad here in the city. I spent the first week surfing almost every day in the frigid California waters enjoying the strange but comforting feeling of peeing your wetsuit. I didn’t just say that, did I? If only you could endulge in the same sitting at your desk wearing your three-piece.

The second week back I took a bartending course offering the better life and easy money. I swear that there are people out there that make a living off of the unemployed or “transitionals.” It wasn’t all bad though. I have found some leads, and with a little luck I could be serving up your next blowjob. Ladies, please. There’s no need to fight.

Excuse me. Gentlemen?

So I guess I do have one funny story from my job hunt. I was going through the job board that my bartending school offers its graduates. I stumbled upon this posting at Club Hide that specifically said “high volume, only experienced need apply.” I thought this may be a great opportunity to beat the crowds and give my resume to someone who may not be receiving heaps of resumes. So I call the guy and he tells me to drop off a resume the next day. Really knowing nothing about the place, I thought I might do a little research and Googled the place. Turns out it is an ex-western themed gay bar. Just my luck, isn’t it? Hopefully the tips are good.

Well, that’s really about it at this point. Thanks for reading. Do write if you get a chance, and don’t feel bad if you read down this far. It’s really not wasting your time. It’s probably just a waste of company time.