Picture Unrelated #8: Driver’s Ed. Ed. Pt. Deux: The Re-up

Alright, so if you guys have been keeping up with these posts, you’ll remember how much I hate driving and for those of you who have never read any of my posts, I hate driving. Also fuck you, read my stuff. Anyway, recently, I saw a YouTube video about driving in the left lane, which you can watch here:

The video has some valid points because I hate getting stuck behind drivers that go below the speed limit as much as anyone. But I’m going to put on my devil’s advocate pants and present to you a counter-argument for a few of the statements the guy in the video makes.

  • Every state has some law on record that restricts the use of the left lane. But there are also laws that say that you have to use your turn signal when changing lanes and half you pieces of shit out there don’t follow that law. There’s also laws that state you have to wear your seatbelt, which is there to save your dumbass life and yet, there are dumbfucks who refuse to buckle up. I guess I must have missed the memo that told us we were allowed to pick and choose which rules we follow and which we don’t.
  • German Autobahn. Last time I checked, this was fucking ‘Murica. You remember what happened last time Germany had a great idea? Just kidding. But you can’t compare the two countries like that. For one, Germany is among the strictest countries in the world on gun control, whereas in the U.S., you hear about a mass shooting just about every other week. Going back to the point about laws, even in the video, the narrator states that the Autobahn doesn’t have a speed limit, and I think that’s what makes it work. In the U.S. there are speed limits and police officers who dedicate their time to ruining your day by pulling you over for going above these speed limits. Call me crazy, but I think that the laws regarding speed limit and using the left lane only for passing kind of contradict each other. The people who don’t drive fast in the fast lane are probably just afraid a cop will come out of nowhere and pull them over. I know because I am one of them. Gasp! I honestly have no idea how fast you’re allowed to go in the left lane to pass, and the speed limit signs don’t have an asterisk next to it explicitly telling you what’s acceptable. Furthermore, sometimes I’ll find myself in the left lane because of how parts of the highways in Houston merge. So I wait for an opportunity to safely switch back over to a non-left lane, but before I can, there’s always some dickhead tailgating me, even though I’m going 10 mph above the speed limit. Look here, bitch. I am not about to risk getting a speeding ticket just because you think driving fast is a penis enhancer. I know. I’ve tried. So go fuck yourself.
  • General blaming of slower drivers for causing accidents. Yeah! Let’s blame the people who are going a reasonable speed for causing all the accidents! Darn them so hard! Or. OR. ORRRRRRR! We can place the fault on the fuckfaces that think they can weave in and out of traffic at 100 mph. So if you watch the video around 0:30, the only person who did anything wrong is the fucking asshole who decides to drive on the shoulder to try and pass the pickup truck, consequently causing an accident. Why? Why would you think that was a good idea? Your impatience could’ve killed somebody and you want to put this on the victim? Blaming the slower-moving drivers on the road for you causing an accident because you were trying to zigzag in between them all is like blaming McDonald’s for making you and your kids fat and ugly. You fucking oxygen thieves are probably the same assholes that blame women for getting raped because they were “asking for it” by being drunk or dressing a certain way. Literally paving the road for human diarrhea like Brock Turner.

In theory, the law would be great for regulating the flow of traffic. Pass up slow drivers, switch back over, repeat. Too bad there are just too many variables involved and from what I’ve seen, most people just think they own the road and that left lane is their personal little race strip where they can go as fast as they want. A little patience goes a long way and it could mean the difference between life and death, so be safe out there, drivers.

This week’s photos are from a shoot I did at the University of Houston. I hadn’t been there in years and everything was so different and unsettling!

Picture Unrelated #7: Public Service Announcement

I never thought I’d have to, but I think it’s important that I preface this next post with the disclaimer that I am not a communist. Capitalism, good (thumbs up); Stalin, bad (grunt, frowny face). But with the November election coming up, I’d like to talk about a few, very inherent, but underlying problems with the way democracy works.

First off, there are no merits or qualifications required to vote, besides that of being 18 years old and a citizen of the United States. This means that your below-average Joe has the right to vote, granted he registers in time and is willing to go to the polls. Not that big of a deal right? Everyone should have a right to vote for who governs them, no matter how uneducated or ill-informed they may be.

The real issue comes from the idea of democracy itself. Basically, you take a vote and whichever side has more votes gets their way. Sounds fair right? Well, yes, in a utilitarian sense, because since more people are satisfied, it must be right. Right? But what if you had a situation where you asked 10 people to vote on something? Let’s say cake or ice cream. I mean there is no wrong answer here because both are delicious. But anyway, 6 people vote for cake and 4 vote for ice cream. That’s (whips out calculator, calculates) 40% of people who are unhappy with the outcome and have to live with whatever decision the other people made, which is almost (counts on fingers) half of the population! Do you see the problem with that? The minority, here, is not so minor and unfortunately, the election for president of the United States isn’t as inconsequential or as tasty as a vote for what to eat for dessert. As divided as this country has been over the two candidates, there will certainly be a very large percentage of citizens who will be part of the losing minority.

If you’ve ever heard the phrase, “Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large numbers,” this is exactly what it’s warning us about. Just because more people agree on something, doesn’t make it the right answer. What if we added eating poo to the options of desserts, and what if, for some reason, 9 to 1 people voted for eating poo for dessert? I don’t know if I have to spell it out for you, but eating poo here is analogous with having Donald Trump as president. I’m still in utter dismay that walking, orange-skinned, human sewage is one of the final two candidates for president, and yet, here we are. It’s like living in an episode of the Twilight Zone. I mean the other candidate isn’t great either, but this is one of those lesser-of-two-evils type situations. So as flawed as democracy is, it is still better to have the choice to vote for your leader than to not have it. So I urge you to go to the polls on November 8th, so that you don’t have to eat poo and, more importantly, I don’t have to eat poo, because I’ll be damned if I have to eat poo on account of someone else’s stupidity.

This week, I’m just doing a photo dump. If you follow my Instagram, (nhatflix) you’ve probably already seen these, but if you don’t, here they are in their high-res glory. As always, thanks for reading.

Hello, my name is…

Prepare your brain anus (brainus?)! A longwinded and virtually meaningless commentary about how meta introductions are is on the way. No, but really though, I’ve been trying to figure out how to organize my thoughts into a first post, and what better way than to literally talk about introductions. To me, it’s just so peculiar that you think that you know yourself until you have to introduce yourself to a room full of strangers and all of a sudden, the millions of wonderful, beautiful things about you are forgotten and you kind of have no idea what to tell people about yourself besides your name and why the fuck you’re there. Unless…this only happens to me and I’m just an asshole who is putting far too much thought into something so inconsequential? Well if nothing else, it lets me segue into an introduction as it pertains to this online personal journal (I’m trying to refrain from calling it a blog.)

So yes, I am indeed an asshole who puts far too much thought into the trivial and I just needed a place to put it all. But mostly, I’m an observer. I’m an observer with a lot of time on my hands since the job search has been slow (read: nonexistent). With that observation, naturally, comes interpretation, and along with that, discovery: discovery of one’s surroundings and discovery of one’s self. And when you discover, I think it’s natural to want to share your findings. So while this online personal journal is meant to push me to go experience new things and learn from them, it’s equally meant for readers to get a secondhand look at something they may not have ever considered before and it would be massively rewarding if I could inspire someone else to get out of their comfort zone.

But Nhat, why is the name of your page “Always Sole Searching”? Isn’t the proper term “soul searching”? Well, I’m glad you were paying attention. I intentionally did that because not only am I impossibly handsome and almost irresponsibly charming, but I am quite the cunning linguist (ayyy) with a quick tongue (ayyy). But in all seriousness, the wordplay/pun or whatever you want to call it, can simply be attributed to my love of shoes. If I’m being completely honest, the bulk of my posts will probably be sneaker photography. Sneaker photography and me complaining about the dismal amount of stupid people I have to deal with. But there will be some introspective posts that can be considered soul searching, in case anyone was looking forward to that. So, consider this an invitation, to anyone who may be reading, to join me as I stumble around blindly, trying to get the most of out of the short time I have on this floating speck of dust. Hopefully we’ll get to see some cool shit along the way.