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.
dimsum is good for the soul. especially when you used to be allergic to shrimp. radiohead once said, “just because you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there.”
i wonder if the opposite is true – just because you don’t feel it doesn’t mean it’s not there. i’ll eat my cockroach of the sea nevertheless. what me worry? the worst that can happen is to die happy. chalk one up, for death by dimsum! happy easter greetings. :)
what a crappy day. and i don’t foresee that the next couple of months will be quite peachy at the hamster wheel. what bothers me is knowing that the next steps will be short bursts without allowing me much distance nor momentum to propel foward. that the details will start to eat me up in the struggle to keep afloat in the bigger picture of things.
the days when you come home with a genuine smug of contentment are far and long in between.
and in between dreams i struggle to see in color, hear in prose, and walk with purpose and rhythm. the wonderful thing, is that the world can afford you that. the minimum of which, is what you deserve. or maybe that’s just my card of hope in a soiree with the aces up my sleeve. pony up, let’s up the ante.
a big yellow machine built your house. in a vast world ruled by economics and nomenclature. snap! goes a picture. here soon will lie a new beginning. here soon will disappear an end.
when there’s not much, i hesitate enough to possibly falter. where there’s little to do i stand back and wait until the sense of urgency fills to fuel my flames. i think i need a bigger hand on these projects of the hamster wheel. sometimes, mediocrity and passive days isn’t my style.
i tried to write, but nothing gave it justice.
you and i need a beer, fool.
happy birthday babe. :)
here comes another monday. glub, glub, glub.
the world offers disenchantment, dreams to dissapate by the dozen, and the best things in life that flash in the bat of an eyelash. no matter how much we succeed in playing by rules deemed legit, it’s easiest to end the day by romanticising our trivial pursuits. there’s always a glimmer hidden in the trenches of our weary souls.
gratuitous self portrait. *bow*
i can’t believe i shat my pants on the way back home.
i just couldn’t.. hold it… in. my hands were so damn cold, and damn f cking rush hour los angeles i hate you i hate you i hate you traffic dammit i had to go so bad!
and now the car smells like nothing i’ve ever smelt in my entire life…
eleven, twelve, thirteen hour days.. and it’s only a wednesday- i’ve already covered all three. this job is awesome.
how do you manage your enterprise risk?
i need a beer. now.
i’m tired already – and the week hasn’t even started yet! this’ll be a long one.
i’ve been working on other side projects, to keep my sanity in check from the professional hamster wheel. it’s a differing kind of fulfillment, when we start to create things with our own bare hands, construct widgets and what-nots from thin air. art lives outside the fax machine and the post-its. unless post its are a repository of office haiku…
as calvin once told hobbes in jest, “quick! to the bat fax!”
i don’t know about the rest of you fools, but i think i’ve got the awesomest possumest girlfriend i can ever ever ever ask for! although i’m a sentimental cat, i’m never really cheesy unless the occasion warrants. watch out for the store!!