Japanese translations are keu

I really enjoyed this episode. Jack has slowly started to join Kate on my Lost Death List but after this episode, he has been rescued. There is still no hope for Kate. In ATL we find that Jack has a kid. He has something to live for as opposed to his ITL life. David is Jack’s redemption. Much like Claire was Kate’s redemption two weeks ago.

I’m sure we’ll find out who David’s mom is eventually. I would really like for it to be Sarah (Julie Bowen) but whatev. I thoroughly enjoy Jack’s story arc. He has been such a broken character as he stated to Hurley, but he’s starting to find himself and his purpose. Will Jack be the next Jacob? I dunno, but Jack is destined for something great. We knew it the moment he became a leader to the survivors. It seems that before he can become the protector of the island, he had to be broken. It is Lost, though so pretty much anything could happen.

It’s funny, but this episode aired on February 23rd and Jack is 23 on The List. Also, this was the 108th Lost episode. To add even more intrigue, Jack’s mom hasn’t made an appearance on Lost in 23 episodes. Well done, writers.

Is the appendix scar a sign that the timelines are somehow melding? The banner outside of David's recital says, "welcome all candidates." David plays the same song as Faraday did when he was a kid.

"Someone is coming to the island." My immediate instinct is that Jacob is referring to Widmore. Then again, Jacob is not being very direct with Hurley. Poor Hurley is being sent on these missions because he seems to be the most apt to follow instruction, especially from ghosts. Having the favor of Jacob helps, though. You can see Dogen's immediate displeased submission when Hurley tells Dogen that he is a candidate. In fact, Dogen mumbles in Japanese, "you are lucky that you are protected. Because if you were not protected, I would cut your head off." What are your thoughts? Who is coming to the island, and for what purpose? Whoever it is, i hope they get there before Claire and Locke wreck The Temple.

Thanks for reading. Peace.

Great little movie review of Shutter Island

My best friend, Mike, posted an awesome review of Shutter Island. Check it out here. Also, read my comment.

SF

Little boxes on the hillside…

There is nothing like getting off work and getting to travel. I have the pleasure of dating a Californian so I’ve gotten to go to California twice. I’ve walked on the beaches of SoCal and I’ve eaten a bread bowl of chowder in NorCal. My most recent trip was the San Francisco. Sunny, hilly, pot-smelling San Francisco. Elizabeth and I packed our bags and got the hell out of dodge.

My SF trip was an adventure to say the least. I worked for half the day, like an idiot, before our trip. Clocks move the slowest when you know there is fun to be had. At one point I’m pretty sure my clock started moving backwards. After I finally got off of work, we took every form of transportation to get to the airport. People movers. Idiots. Long lines. Thankfully I had my iPhone for entertainment…and the gentleman below.

His backwards sunglasses say: the sun is following me and my neck is sensitive to UV rays.
His flannel shirt says: Christmas is not over. Not in my heart.
His skateboard says: I like to be mobile when I’m celebrating Christmas.
His blue tooth ear piece says: I don’t look weird when I walk around at the mall talking to myself.
His sweater vest says: there is a very narrow cold front.
His boots say: Don’t mess with me, because hoedowns are a way of life.

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We finally boarded the plane and took flight. …little boxes made of ticky tacky…

Five and a half hours later we land in San Francisco and are greeted by warm weather. Elizabeth’s friend, Kelley, graciously picked us up and took us to one of the greatest eateries that has ever existed; In-n-Out. I can only imagine that In-N-Out is served in heaven. Jesus enjoys animal style fries. Our first night in San Fran was pretty low key. We kicked back a few drinks and people watched at what can only be described as Copa Cabana meets geriatrics. I’m gonna pick up a cougar next time. Dead or alive.

For the rest of the weekend we were given the Golden Tour by Miss Kelley with commentary by Miss Casey. We kicked it off in the Mission by enjoying a Morning Bun from Tartine Bakery in Dolores Park. (Did you know that Camino Real means Royal Road?) From there we did a little sightseeing: Golden Gate (from afar), Palace of Fine Arts (complete with weeping women and the prospect of getting shat on by a bird), and of course a little night boozing.

The second day consisted of a little more sightseeing. I thoroughly enjoyed walking The Golden Gate Bridge. The weather was perfect, the anti-suicide signs were glowing, and I was surrounded by a group of hot girls. Here are some facts I learned about SF from this group of girls:

- Coit Tower looks like a giant penis and is short for Coitus Tower.
- Lombard Street is awesome but you have to take the trolly past it by about a quarter mile and then have to hike back uphill to enjoy it.
- Chinatown houses titty bars and Asians.
- Pizza is always a good choice, even after you’ve already eaten.
- The Bush Man is an enigma wrapped in a puzzle.
- Gum is a valid enough purchase to park in a Harris Teeter parking lot.
- Sushi is more delicious if there is a challenge involved.
- I can shimmy better than Molly.
- The finger game is a success on all coasts.
- Don’t try to promote your music to Emily.
- M-O-N-A…
- Both boys and girls can wear pink underwear.
- ...little boxes on the hillside

- Taking a nap and The Sweetest Thing are interchangeable.

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It was definitely an estrogen fest but I loved it. It was great trip with a great group of girls. The flight home felt much shorter, except for the guy behind me who violated every bit of my auditory privacy. At one point I could hear him chewing through my headphones. “How does that taste? It sounds delicious.”

Kelley, do you like your bumper sticker? ...little boxes all the same.

Thanks for reading. Peace.