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I need out of the nerdery!

Digital nerds living in analog worlds.

annoyance blip on the radar is finding out new york will be raining the whole time i'll be visiting. better than a snow storm, i guess? wait, that would actually be more exciting!

it's changed a lot from the days when i'd ride the weekends on a whim of spontaneity. mostly because i never really had anything going for me and i opted to roll along with the punches. these days i find myself banging my head on the keyboard after missing wolfmother, ben harper, and other ticket sale mornings for gigs months and months down the line. i've got my sights on the charlatans UK and radiohead coming up soon.

for all the years i've lived here in LA, i've got no clue what the hell i've been doing missing out on all teh kick ass gigs.

i used to be scared of looking forward to things, since expectations never give 'em a fair chance. but these days, i really don't mind daydreaming since i've found it can only approximate a tip of the proverbial iceberg..

i'm debating about this format for my website. i've always wanted to revamp, but my inclination towards simple lines and functional usage prevents me from shakin' things up. i've confirmed that i'm a pack-rat of sorts, and i definitely need to learn how to junk teh old to make way for teh new. i like mispelling 'teh'. it makes me feel young and cool. wow.

anyhoots, i was cleaning out my mailbox when i came across an email from an old friend who made commented on my addictions. i think i was venting about blowing a month's salary on a new guitar to add to the growing list children huddled in my room corner. no i didn't buy it and yes i'm being steadfast and holding on to my cash. i should plop it down a large-cap growth fund before i listen to that damn voice in my head telling me to buy a 1959 porsche 356a coupe while i still have hair and can feign immunity from midlife crisis. not that i'm an out-of-control impulsive buyer, but i do have my moments. it's just hard to tell when i'll weak sauce it out.

i took cousin jeffrey to a discount camera store in hollywood and he scored a pretty sweet canon ae1 with a 50mm 1.8. snazzy!

sometimes it's hard to wakeup to mornings.

it's electric, a little bit fantastic.

i don't understand why los angeles has a low tolerance for the middle finger when they deserve every last bit of it.

saturday was white rose movement, nine black alps, wolfmother (outside the tent), my morning jacket, sigur ros, franz ferdinand, depeche mode. sunday was the magic numbers, phoenix, minus the bear, a snippet of matisyahu, bloc party, paul oakenfold, madonna, and cut through massive attack.

the plankton and i had a pretty sick view of bloc party above the crowd. i fell in love with the magic numbers and wolfmother and would definitely want to see them again. the other bands weren't bad, and i definitely missed a couple of good ones but i ain't complaining. :)

i just realized i spend a lot of time waiting on more things than what i bargain for. day to day, week to week, and eventually, year to year.

money can't buy you back the time spent to make it.

there really is nothing

except for now.

i'd have better luck counting the grains in a sea of sand, than i would to count my blessings..

hoppy hoppy birthday, to the bestest snazziest partner in crime i could ever wish for. :">

i spent virtually the whole day at the nerdery, cleaning up layouts and code. a pounding headache inherited from last night's shenanigans at manhattan beach wasn't stopping me for some web work. uploaded new photos from the past few weeks, and trying to clean up the store for some sort of grand opening. i spend too much time in front of a cathode ray tube. need. to. escape.

help. headache.

the sequoia war-car was tilted at an awkward angle when i went out to get something from the garage yesterday. as i went around, i saw that a rear wheel had gone caput. rubber like molten ice cream on the asphalt. nice. running over nails suck.

gorgeous 80 degree weather all along the soCal coast. such a beautiful day. spent in a windowless audit room. shared company with spreadsheets, and my slew of miniature post-its.

i saw better than ezra and sister hazel last weekend. chalking up my 90's fanfare before they all disappear. so far i've seen pearl jam, tracy chapman, DMB, weezer, NIN, joe satriani, audioslave, jill sobule, stereophonics, badly drawn boy, black crowes, billy corgan, toad the wet sprocket. the 90's rawk! but it would really kill me to see the smashing pumpkins. it. will. kill. me.

tomorrow is john scofield, back to back sets on the sunset strip. should be a sick, sick show!! and then off to coachella next weekend!! :)

china is purportedly selling the organs of freshly executed convicts. this has apparently long been speculated by human rights and health organizations, but the secrecy of these executions make it an allegation that's hard to prove.

adam smith's invisible hand is not so invisible, sometimes.