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BFD was a good show. wolfmother and franz ferdinand have confirmed themselves on my personal list of must-see acts. the strokes were okay, but i have a feeling we just caught them on an off-day. i took massively sick pictures of wolfmother but my camera got confiscated a few bands thereafter when security determined that my lenses were detachable. that's fine, i got what i wanted. nothing that a cold fat glass of corona can't fix :)

i'm taking the next week off from work to catch up on life as a vegetable, live music whore, pseudo photographer, and other random what-nots.

prepping up now for the long drive back to the city of angels through highway 1 along the coast. the partner-in-crime and i are pretty damn stoked!!!!

three years ago.

i got an unexpected phone call during the day, and found myself pacing rapidly outside the atrium. the cubicle farm with a view must have thought i was a crackhead.

i always find it amusing when you're so involved with a task, that you begin to drown out both the outer world and the silver lining between the environment and yourself. it's a wonderful detachment. those days when you forget who you are and where you are headed because you're so immersed in what you're doing. but when somebody unexpectedly pulls you out of the water it's either one of two things - the relieving gasp of air that hits your face, or the jolt of panic slithering through your veins knowing you're in deep doggie doo doo. either which way, you realize that you've been underwater. better than not knowing at all, i guess.

i know a lot of people who like hiding behind their walls of contentment. judgmental against anything other than their portioned sliver of sunshine. but at what point do you really believe, that you're in the right place where you want to be? for all the comforts that we all seek, can be earmarks of accomplishment and taints of fallible circumstance all at once.

all the new beginnings..

i spent the lazy saturday afternoon sharing circa late 90's videos to my partner-in-crime. looking back, it was a mecca of stuff that can't be politically correct in this generation - an experimental film about infecting the HS water supply with a virus that causes all students to turn gay, student council tight pants dangerous dance moves and grease lightning, and a behind the scenes look at pimply freshmen in really awkward encounters with girls (or lack thereof). fancy the perils of growing up in a jesuit all guys high school. i should find a way to digitize them from antiquated VHS tapes and place them on you tube.

i still can't believe how much happened over the weekend. it's easy to get lost in the long stretches of routine, and it's almost like the rug gets pulled from underneath when you realize that time isn't static no matter how much it pretends to be so.

hello, baby lara. :)

too many major things going on today. everything that's starting to unfold is a tad bit too surreal, and it's uncanny that the most normal thing that happened today was finding ourselves in the midst of a free MTV movie awards taping for wolfmother. i scored some free tickets a few days ago and the partner-in-crime decided to drop on by to engage with the festivities. it took awhile for the gig to get fired up, but it definitely rocked my pants out once it did. i would say that my soul is definitely owned by rock and roll, but i don't think i should push it.

i'm driving up north to catch them again at live BFD (AFI, the strokes, franz ferdinand, echo & the bunnymen, yeah yeah yeahs, panic! at the disco, wolfmother...) and finally scored some tickets to their gig at the henry fonda the week after that. i'd say it's borderline groupie, but that pales in comparison to 2004's twice a week dosage of the now defunct barbie's cradle for almost more than 10 months. word.

and it's another big day in a few hours as baby lara wants out..

i want to jump out i want to get out i want to run up i want to escape from i want to hide with i want to live... me.

the store is up and running! yezzuh. feel free to save the image and link to our buttons :) brewing up the marketing blitz, games, discounts, surprise prizes, and free kisses! yayayayay

it's been a while since i last pulled an all-nighter. but the excitement of tinkering around, and making something work that has been bugging me for a few months now is finally near! i can keep on going, but i've a secret date tomorrow which is another story altogether.

it's almost 5:30am. i feel like a really big nerd right now. but it's alright, i'll unveil the latest shenanigan soon enough! mwaa-a-a!

i need to stop toying with the idea of exercising premature exit strategies. but the question is always about timing. when is it too early, is it ever too late? also, does it even really matter?

boredom is my achilles. there's no way i can sustain this pace!!

my eyes are weary with dry baggage. of lackluster hours and necktie'd corporeal punishment. my eyes are dry with baggage. of routines, mornings too early and nights too lazy.

snail mail surprises are still an awesome treat, though.

click me. some pictures are up.

it may very well be possible that the insitutions designed to protect our lives and our liberties may be the ones that ironically prevent us from doing so. with the given framework, it's unfortunate that the requirements for change are tantamount to impossible, at least within our lifetimes. if only starting over were so easy.

escape is only as far as the last step taken.

let's say goodbye for the weekend, los angeles.

i'm having a solemn date with my grilled cheese sandwich and i-tunes radio. i'm really high on caffeine right now. and I NEED TO SEE WOLFMOTHER at the fonda!! me die. now.