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Hello friends,

I'm on the USPS website about to splurge on some stamps. As some of you may know, we sporadically send out random postcards from our mini postcard printer. We try to keep it interesting, and try to combat spam (the bad kind) with snail mail power.

Hit the comments with your email on the form (it doesn't show up when the comment is published), or shoot me an email at blog[at]lovine.com with your postal and I'll put you on the list for random snail mail action. If you have received postcards before but changed address, let me know so I can update my records.

"Doesn't matter where you're from, love is always free from Lovine.com"

We have some sort of announcement to make!

I will also make a not-so-crazy speculation that you will never meet another couple who personally hand-stamped the postmark on the envelopes themselves. No one. Except the two crazy cats "Paul and Kat".

Last night, we slow danced under the moonlight and slept underneath a blanket of stars.

This, cannot be further from how I imagine life should be.

Where are we going?

There are times in your life when you wait for something to happen, before you choose to act. You wait for the confidence to envelop your doubts, you wait for the mental calm to assuage your fears. The gut feel, the whisper in your head, the incessant beating of your heart. Some wait for a short time, others wait forever.

Break out of your molds, and leave the past behind. Find yourself.
October is here. And so is now.

You are so goddamn right, Egg. So. Damn. Right.

I miss you, and I love you.

Before:

After:

I did the work a month ago before I left for a business trip. I started by taking it to an exhaust shop and had them fabricate new 2" pipes from the cat all the way to the back, and slap on a turbo muffler. To save money, I opted to install the header myself a few weeks later, which eventually meant I had to drop the entire exhaust system, and drive it back to the shop to have the collector welded back to the cat. Driving with the headers disconnected from everything else, I expected it to be loud, but loud is an understatement. I felt like I was driving a machine gun. I got a thumbs up from the guy mowing the lawn, and dirty looks (I imagined) from everyone else. I'm a Leo and bask in attention, but never the bad kind. I was sweating balls until I got to the shop.

Have a lot more things I am working on, and the bucket list for the Shitzuki is getting longer. Almost done with a little suspension work. I put in heavy duty shackles, and replaced all the stock shock absorbers (one was totally shot). I just need to torque it up and tear up some pavement with my 1.3L mini motor!! And I need to sleep. Now.

There's a lot to be done in the next few weeks, and I've been out of the loop in synthesizing my spiels to further cloud my perceptions of order and chaos.

Like everyone else, I always look forward to the silent moments of reflection, away from the noise of hustling through shit that needed to get done yesterday. I'm not sure if I'm subconsciously piling more onto my plate of expectations, because it significantly increases the appeal of being able to look at (lofty) goals from far away and say: I survived, or I gave it my best and I ain't nothing less, or eff it's not that important to my life. The goal is to come out of it the wiser man.

Have you ever ridden anything on two wheels? A bicycle? A motorcycle? When you're on two wheels, you will go exactly where you look. If you stare at the arriving pothole, there your wheels shall cross. To execute a beautiful turn, you need to look out into the curve. When you are unsure, give it some more gas. Look at danger in the eyes. When you are unsure, give it more gas.

The Dalai Lama was asked what surprised him most, he said:

"Man. Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money.
Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health.
And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present;
the result being that he does not live in the present or the future;
he lives as if he is never going to die,
and then dies having never really lived."

Pismo Beach Sand Dunes

I made this a few months ago but never got around to posting it. Toying around with iMovie for the first time, and slapping on a little track I recorded on GarageBand.

And nights turn into days.

It's called jet lag.

The generic name of insomnia.

Quezon City, reprezent.

I don't want coffee with my Bento Box, so I think I'll have:

Here's a little reference if you're slightly confused.

Today's grandiose Saturday afternoon plan is to overdose on caffeine and work till my eyes bleed or they kick me out of the coffee shop, whichever comes first.

Had a very vivid dream last night about some festivities in the desert. I need to get on that ball and work some serious magic.

Nickel was on TV yesterday!!!

A few clips from our gig last week at Mission Valley Montessori. Let's rock, kids!!

For All We Know

What a Wonderful World

Top of the World

Pride (In the Name of Love)

Three Little Birds

Pictures are here. We had a triple encore, and had a fabulous time. :)

Band name suggestions are welcome in the comments!

There is no need to make things complicated. All you need to do, is go with the flow, try to be the best person that you can, and everything else follows.

Set your standards where they belong, and never compromise in what you've worked hard to believe in. Try not to sway to the side of stubbornness, and define your limits. To go through that process of understanding yourself, is the least you owe yourself, and would easily be the beacon during times of doubt. The simple philosophies of your life, the religion that you believe in, in the end, will define who you are. When we understand all that's important in our life, everything else follows. Steady lang.