Hello, Lovine.com

You are my hero. I miss you and I love you!

Off to Guam for work in a few hours. My liver and my sanity are glad to take a break away from this crazy city.

Chances of a beautiful sunset: severe.

"Where did you get your wedding ring? It looks like it's made of tansan (bottlecap)."

Commence chaos. Because the jeweler who sold the ring was within earshot.

Beautiful, every day.

I'm not quite sure what to make of those three guys in the local McDonald's a few nights ago. There was a lot of boorish slurring at excessive volume about a stubborn defiance against sin as a social construct, against the ironic shame of sexuality in an increasingly perverse society. One of them had a horrible not-quite-there-yet avant-garde haircut. Real men know that swagger doesn't come from the store in a bottle of hair product.

The world is a mysterious place sometimes.

There has been some serious negligence in sitting down and getting my thoughts in order. Several wonderful things are still unfolding across everyone's lives, whether or not we choose to acknowledge them. This space still remains my place of meditation, and my avoidance of sitting down to hash it all out does not signify the lack of anything interesting to ponder on.

I love balls.

I'm now in the lounge of America's Armpit (LAX), en route to another Manila-Guam debacle. With a steady supply of beer and late work nights on the horizon, perhaps we'll come across some new insights and better perspectives on how to make sure 2012 goes down in history as the year that we grab our balls and actually do something with them. Fuck chivalry, no one gets out of life alive. Each day we aspire to to be the best person we can be, is a day spent conquering the world.

That we may continually be blessed by the fortune of good health, great company, and meaningful lives.

Happy holidays, from the warm hearts of Kat, Lovine, and Nickel. :)

Nickel says hello, from Death Valley. This stuff will never get old. One of the most amazing places on earth!

Pick up a rock.

I've been MIA the past few weeks on this blog. I officially realized it when my brother-in-laws (or brothers-in-law? brothers-in-laws? brolos?) both complained about having to see Cousin James as the last entry. I took that picture waaaay too long ago!

Kat and I have been trying to keep a clean house, and although there has been some progress, the to-do-list keeps on getting longer. And it always takes longer than planned to accomplish anything of significance.

The neverending to-do list. Maybe it's a subliminal way of keeping ahead of the New Years Resolution of keeping all my crap together. Another reason why it feels so good to drop everything and camp away from the city, so we don't have to think and deal about everyday crap. The only thing you have to think about is where you will have to crap that morning. Crap.

Always look out for mysterious rocks, ladies and gentlemen.

Hey Cousin James, stop smoking and do drugs instead. AKA KBBQ/Kyochon. Mmmm.

Was running through photos earlier, and found a very uncanny semblance between these two lovebirds.

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Hope everyone had a safe Halloween! Greetings from our dysfunctional family in the San Fernando Valley.

Shortly before we got married. :)

Installed a new roof rack from SMP Fabworks last night with the help of Fil! Looks great, and was a cinch to install. Can't wait to ride on top of it while Kat drives!!!