Poor Vago

Welcome to Poor Vago’s Almanack

Changes are never really easy, and the change in servers, layout, format, and name has been a process I thought would be just a few hours but that ended up being almost a week. Finally, I think things have stabilized and now we can get back to the business of whatever the business is that has brought us here.

First of all, I’d like to tell you about this blog. All along, this blog has been a generalized sort of place where I share those things that come across my plate with you. If I think it is interesting, I will share it here. As usual, there will be a mixed bag of just about anything and everything that you can imagine. Naked stories, monkey stories, interesting websites, Kim Jong Il, and everything else under the sun are open game.

You may notice that doesn’t bring you here anymore. There is a reason for that, to get to it, I need to tell you a bit of a yarn. Back when I started blogging, I had started a used book site that I thought was pretty funny. It was called Essentially, I started selling books on craigslist, then I put together a website, and it all came about because I had looked around my apartment and said “What am I going to do with all these fukn books?” It worked pretty well, but I started getting canned from craigslist because to be honest, I was spamming in many cities. So I needed to get traffic. My friend Steve suggested I start a blog. So I did. I bought the domain name As in, Fukn news, fukn us, or fukn U.S. At the time I was pretty enamored of the daily show and so I thought it was pretty good. I was paying for individual hosting for all my sites (,, etc.) and it made sense to move everything to one server and hosting account. So I moved to Godaddy and put and everything else on subdomains of one hosting account. Then I simply pointed the domain name So it looked like it was going to the domain, but actually it was going somewhere else. If that makes any sense.

Eventually, I noticed that looked like a porn site to web bots and so I changed the name to the much less offensive, of course this eventually made my name associated with terrorsuspects, so finally, I chose, a word I essentially made up. It was a word I liked but I realized that it was actually difficult for people to remember or even to say (x-is-ten-sis) and plus I had really began to realize that the redirecting of URL’s to another url was creating issues with more advanced web crawlers and search engines.
In addition, I found that by having such a diverse range of content, I was driving some readers off who only wanted to read one kind of thing. Looking around this blog you will find personal journeys, news, politics, financial, spiritual, and other oddiments. So for those of you who don’t like that kind of thing (whatever kind) it was probably pretty sucky to want to see travel stuff and instead be treated to my insane political views or my personal spiritual revelations.
So I started spinning blogs off from this one. First of all, I created
Clownjazeera is a site that covers politics and news in a way that only Scary Arab Clowns can. Lots of pictures of clowns and lots of vitriol.
Next came This is a site that is dedicated to the financial and business of the world. In fact, if you want to know what is really going on in the world of money and markets, this is where to look. The reason it is touted as the least trusted source of financial news is because JayPee and company give it to you straight.
If you just love checking out gorgeous babes, have a look at Vagobunny has pictures of beautiful women from all over the globe. It is work friendly with no porn, but these are super sexy women from (eventually) every country on the planet. If you want to submit pictures of hot women from all the nations of the world, you can do that too.
If you love all my spiritual mumbo jumbo, you can go to where you will find my unique view of the spiritual world still going on in full effect. Existensis is still a work in progress, so please be a little patient while I get it all together.
In addition to that, I’ve recently acquired a number of wordpress blogs, blogger blogs, and a few more domain names. Most recently, I’ve acquired three fully functional blogs that I am in the process of developing. They are: All things XBOX.
NewsNotion.comA make money on the internet blog. Eventually, a free-ebooks website.
I haven’t had the chance yet to make any changes to them, so what you see is what the previous owners were able to do with them.
And of course there is more.

Last but not least, is this site itself, re-branded as Poor Vago’s Almanack. This site will continue to be the hodgepodge of this and that that it has always been. If you are a generalist and want to check out everything that is going on in my world of blogs, this is the place to come to. If not, pick your favorite and go there.
From this point forward, no more domain forwarding or masking.
If you want to write for any of these blogs, there is a possibility and it starts with becoming an active participant.

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This Blog is Going to Self Destruct

Just realized that since this blog is hosted and paid for through my paypal account and since my accounts are all overdrawn, this blog is going to self destruct sometime soon. In addition, since I have no money to renew flickr, my pro account will also disappear on May 30.
Not sure when Godaddy will attempt to collect the money for hosting. Perhaps it will be the blog first perhaps it will be the pictures first. I plan on surviving both, but we will see.
If you have enjoyed this blog, thanks.

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Anyone have friends in Dublin I might stay with May 18-19?

I’ve been trying to line up a couch in Dublin without too much luck. If anyone has friends or family in Dublin, Ireland that I might be able to stay with on May 18-19, I would really appreciate the hook-up. Thanks!
p.s. Here are a few news stories that caught my eye this morning.
Polish Monk writes book to spice up sex lives.
Monkeys have regrets.

1971 perfect year to be born a geek.

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A moment's reprieve from the Scary Arab Clowns

The Scary Arab Clowns have agreed to give me a moment to address my friends and family via here and facebook due to the increased activity on both sites and the interest this has caused.
First of all, let me say thank you for all the congratulations, warm wishes, warnings, and announcements that I am out of my mind.
Of course I’m out of my mind. What kind of a person gives up his stock options to move into a VW bus and discover what it’s like to be homeless in the middle of a Northwest Winter? What kind of anarchist joins the Marine Corps? What kind of person moves to Hawaii with $100 and no plan? What kind of person starts to get his degree at the age of 35? What kind of person buys a round trip ticket with no intention of using the return and no plan of what he will do? What kind of person smokes salvia divinorum dozens of times in an attempt to lose his mind? What kind of a person reads the bible, the koran, the tao te ching, and even the Satanic Bible and finds truth in all of them? What kind of person wants money and fame and yet hates money and fame at the same time?
I will tell you what kind of person. A person that is out of their mind. So for those of you who are worried or concerned, there is no need to be. I am just as out of my mind as I have always been and that is not likely to change.
So here I am in Morocco. I meet a girl that physically, mentally, and spiritually is the woman of my dreams. There are no illusions here, she has issues, I have issues, we both are fundamentally flawed human beings and that is okay. As you no doubt read, I had red flags rising all over the place telling me to run, to wait, to hide, to give up, to continue moving on. So did she. So does her family. So does her community. But you know what? Shit happens. And so does love.

Sometimes you meet someone and you just know. Yes there have been other people I have loved, yes I have attempted to share my life with other women, and yes, I have failed in the past. You know where I have failed? I have failed by listening to those cautions, by listening to those warnings, by allowing my fear to dictate the terms of my life. Why should we wait? Should we wait so that we aren’t completely committed to each other and we can use that and fear as an excuse to drive wedges between us? Should we wait because we don’t know each others flaws well enough? Should we wait because commitment requires time?
No. Love happens. This isn’t a fairy tale, this isn’t a story, this isn’t a movie or a film. This is life. This is my life, it is Hanane’s life, and this is also your life. Some of you reading this are shaking your head and thinking that I am delusional. Maybe, but I will tell you what, you are delusional. You are all going to die, just like me, you are not going to live forever, you are going to die and it could happen in minutes or it could happen in decades. We are all going to die. You won’t be taking those bank accounts with you, you won’t be taking your cars, your houses, your clothes, or anything else. If we are all very lucky, there is an afterlife and we will be able to take some of our loves and passions and experiences on this plane with us, but we cannot know that. We can have faith, but we cannot know.
All we can know is that all of this ends for us at some undetermined time (unless you choose to end it yourself at a predetermined time).
So, why should we wait? Should we wait to tell the people we love that we love them? Should I wait to make certain my love for Hanane is real? How long? Six months? A year? Three years? That is insanity. I’ve seen marriages where they waited and failed and I’ve seen marriages where they didn’t wait and they still succeeded. The reason my past relationships failed was because of fear and because of not being willing to commit.
I fail when I don’t commit. We all do.
So again, thank you all for your concerns. I appreciate and love you. I hope that you all take a moment to consider that death could be waiting in your driveway or kitchen or workplace and commit yourself to living your life right now. The future may never come, but the moment is here, now. Take it because it is all you have.
So here is my recent history in very brief form, the clowns want me to write a book, I think it is a good idea.
I took a week to travel around Morocco and consider whether to commit or not. Trust me a week in a country where no one really speaks your language is like ten months in a place where they do because you get time to think. I traveled alone but made some friends along the way.
I thought and thought and thought and I realized that right now, right here, I have the chance to do something wonderful. I have the chance to commit myself to a woman who has told me that if I don’t want to become Muslim, she will still love me even though her religion frowns on this, a woman who speaks better English than me, who has overcome difficulties that most of you can’t imagine, a woman who knows that I am not secretly rich and who has dreamed of starting a life with her man with nothing so they can build it together. This has also been a dream of mine. She knows that I may not ever want to return to the United States, that I have far more debt than I know how to pay back, and that life with me will be more difficult at times than if she were to marry a man from her own culture.
Her employers and friends are concerned that she has lost her mind. They are warning her that I may be an exploitive foreigner who is only trying to use her body and steal from her. They are as concerned as some of you, perhaps they are more concerned. She is loved by her friends, her family, and her students. And while I have endeavored to not put her on a pedestal, those who know her certainly have.
So I came back to her and upon seeing her, emotions flooded us both. We spent the day talking and working and of course, because this is Morocco, eating with her family. We talked about waiting and we agreed that waiting is sometimes worse than not. For a week I had been writing about my fears, my intentions, my desires, and what it is that I want from life. I want this life with her. I know this. And so, I asked her if she would consider becoming my wife. She cried and she said yes. We talked about the challenges and difficulties (and there are many…believe me) and we both said yes.
This was only the beginning. I wanted to cook dinner for her family that evening so that I could ask her father for permission to marry her. So we shopped, we found her a beautiful ring and I bought ingredients to make pizza. That night, Hanane and I made pizza and thought it was hard to get his attention away from the TV news, I finally managed to ask Selim if I could marry his daughter. He said yes. Not because I am American, not because I am rich, not because of all the negative reasons, though I admit that I am sure these things help, but because I have lived here with this family, they have seen the way we look at one another, the way we talk, and the way we interact. To those who know us or see us, there is no doubt. I hope that in looking at the few pictures I have put up on facebook, that the concerns of my friends and family are also put at ease.
The next day we bought dates and a few essentials and in the evening we hosted a small engagement party for Hanane’s family and neighbors. Not more than fifteen people but an engagement is not an off the cuff thing here. There was ceremony involved where we put the rings on each others hands, fed each other dates, gave each other milk from bowls, and finally where henna was applied to Hanane’s hands and feet and to one of my hands. The whole family danced and sang and took part and we feasted on things that everyone had brought. As you can see from the pictures, Hanane is a Princess and on the day of engagement, a Moroccan woman is a Princess. So maybe this is a fairy tale after all…

And now, we move on with life…there are no guarantees. There are difficulties in each person’s life that no one else can understand…and joys.
As to religion. I am Muslim. And there is no problem at all with the fact that I still find truth in the words of Jesus, the words of Buddha, the words of Krishnamurti, or the teachings of any faith. Why am I Muslim? For one reason only, because I submit myself to the will of God and don’t have any illusions about being in control. Someday, we can discuss the particulars in email or in person and I will be happy to clarify. But publicly here, I make my declaration that I am Muslim.
The Evil Clowns are back from shopping and I have to go now….
Vago (the artist formerly known as Chris)

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Evil Arab clowns still holding Vago

Mwah ha ha!
We the evil arab clowns are still holding Vago as our hostage. We took him to the town of Beni Mellal for two days since there is a carnival there in perpetuity and we love to ride the ferris wheel and scare innocent Muslim children. Here is a picture of the rusty ride, though we won’t reveal our secretly terrifying clown makeup for fear of wanted posters going up.

We are appreciative of your small donations and efforts to draw traffic to this site but we are still far short of our $2000 ransom that will allow Vago to communicate with you freely. So if you want to hear his tales of hotel desk clerk fist fights, beautiful mountain towns just waiting for eco-tourism, and maybe even the furtherance of true love, you will have to either donate using the button on the left side of, bookmark this post using Digg or facebook, or show us other ways in which you are contributing to this website growing so that Vago can buy his own way out of our clutches.

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On the Road Again…odd but true.

I know this may seem odd, but I am on the road again. Don’t worry though, I haven’t abandoned new found love. Instead, this is a practicality. Admittedly, I have wanderlust and Hanane understands this, so while she arranges her passport and completes some English teacher trainings, I am hitting the road. Today I took taxis from her house in Sifrou to Fes and then a train to Rabat, the capital of Morocco. I am astounded by the beauty of this country. Rolling green hills with millions of little orange flowers and lush fields. Its spring, I know. The cactus that stand in the fields reveal the dry conditions of summer, but man oh man. The view from the train was spectacular. I rode first class this time and admit it was worth the extra six dollars. It was nice to be left alone and have no one trying to become my new best friend.

I’ve checked into the youth hostel near the Medina. A nice place. Since I haven’t uploaded any photos, I’ll pull some from the web for you.

So here is the deal.
Chapter 1: The Vagobond leaves all he knows and sets off on a random journey that has no set destination.
Chapter 2: Somehow he ends up in Africa, in Morocco, and he meets a shepherds daughter and they fall in love. In ten days she captures his heart. There are complications, as there always are in love, one of which is his dim prospects as a shepherd.
Chapter 3: He leaves his love to search for fame and fortune telling her he will return for her. She sets about arranging her life and they part with a kiss.

And that is where we find ourselves now. The best part of this story is that it is really happening and if you appreciate being able to watch it unfold, please either use the donate button on the left side of the page ( to support this real life adventure or at least
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This is my life and it is extraordinary. Please help me to keep it going. Thanks and now we can all hope for a happily ever after to come in the future.

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Agent 808 Alternate Reality

Agent 808 first made a stop in Portland to get some top secret new gadgets from Billionaire Paul Allen before heading to Sacramento to meet with the Governator about his new assignment. The airlines are no longer considered a viable alternative to travel since the 911 disasters and there are moves afoot to reinvigorate rail and make it the main means of transport for the next several centuries. Get ready for some radical changes in rail travel.
And from the true files:

Former KGB analyst Igor Panarin, dean of the Russian Foreign Ministry’s academy for future diplomats, has predicted that the U.S. will fall apart in 2010.
He based the forecast on classified data supplied to him by FAPSI analysts, he says. He predicts that economic, financial and demographic trends will provoke a political and social crisis in the U.S. When the going gets tough, he says, wealthier states will withhold funds from the federal government and effectively secede from the union. Social unrest up to and including a civil war will follow. The U.S. will then split along ethnic lines, and foreign powers will move in.
California will form the nucleus of what he calls “The Californian Republic,” and will be part of China or under Chinese influence. Texas will be the heart of “The Texas Republic,” a cluster of states that will go to Mexico or fall under Mexican influence. Washington, D.C., and New York will be part of an “Atlantic America” that may join the European Union. Canada will grab a group of Northern states Prof. Panarin calls “The Central North American Republic.” Hawaii, he suggests, will be a protectorate of Japan or China, and Alaska will be subsumed into Russia.

Agents of TOIL are setting traps every step of the way to keep this mission from being accomplished, but there is no stopping Agent 808.

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The Auto Industry Bailout, The Media, Obama, and Racism

(Note: This is a paper I wrote back in November, it may provide an interesting context to the bailout of the U.S. Auto Industry. Incidentally, if I ever buy another American vehicle, it will be a Ford. This is mainly because of their polite decline of the bailout.)

When a problem arises within a society, how does the general public become informed about the problem? Does the average citizen form their views about issues from within a vacuum based upon their individual analysis and experience? Or are the views of a population doled out in sound bites and given to them part and parcel?
In this paper, I will analyze one conflict that is occurring within the United States today. I will analyze it based on some of the coverage it has received in the past two weeks. The issue I am looking at is one facet of the financial meltdown that has recently started in the United States. It would be interesting to examine the entire crisis, from the policies that allowed it to happen to the ‘finger in the dyke’ handling that the United States and other world governments are utilizing to address this deeply seated and global issue, that is not the intent of this paper, nor does it fall within the purview of my stated goal above. Instead, I will be looking at the collapse of the American motor vehicle industry in Detroit, the probable effects, the proposed solutions, and the various ways that business and government leaders are proposing that this imminent disaster be solved.
First, I will paint the picture of what is happening within the auto industry. Second, I will look at how Reuters, Bloomberg, The New York Times, CNN, and The Denver Post have portrayed the facts. Finally, I will examine the evidence to see if the public is being given ‘nothing but the facts’ or if they are being told how to think about this economic conflict by the various news agencies. Along the way, I will hopefully point out some of the important assumptions that are being made by the news media and by the reading public.

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A couple more grad photos.

Thanks for taking these Mink! First, and I think this is funny, here is where they read out my name when I graduated “with Honors”. That phrase may sound familiar to some of you who have read Rough Living because a very crazy guy I gave a ride to several years ago kept saying he was going to go to Alaska and graduate “with honors” I have no idea if he did, but I came to hawaii and graduated with honors so maybe he was psychic but saw the 49th instead of the 50th state.

And then, here is the first of perhaps thousands of pictures to follow of me doing the Vagobunny!

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Ah yes…here I am. A college graduate.


Well, no matter what happens now, no one can say that I’m doing what I’m doing because I couldn’t make it in college. Now I can get some serious vagabond on!