Keep steadfast in the battles you choose to fight. Think about the words you choose to say, more so on the actions you choose to take. Make up your mind, but realise that all that glitters is not gold, that trying to clear the smoke can be a conduit for a firestorm. Decide who’ll be the fool by listening, and then you’ll understand. What the heart speaks, and the mind understands, are sometimes different languages across changing tides of the water. Sometimes, the prize has already been won even before the games have started. Bring it all back down, and take it all out. This is all your one shot at life. Make it count – it’s the least the each of us can do.
Our pride is a cross that we choose to carry. The only thing that we own, are our relationships with each other. And the only thing that other bitchez and douche bags in the world cannot take away from you, is your happiness.
Depressed when I find awesome bands and found out they were at Coachella and totally missed them. Like the Black Keys.
I’m still debating about the naked wizard that got tazed though. That must’ve been for the books. Just like that time we seriously missed winning Carpoolchella by literally 6 seconds.
EDIT: Just researched, and they were playing the same time when we were shakin’ our asses to Buraka Som Sistema. Life ain’t so bad. Time to go to bed. Yikes.
Starting to heat up the credit card. Just reserved an f/1.2L lens I’m planning to use on a wedding in a few weeks, and bought a new flyscreen on a whim for the Vespa in anticipation of a big trip.
So many things I want to get done, but there’s never enough time in the world to do anything that you actually like doing. Maybe that’s what makes it all the more tempting to achieve. Trying to reach the horizon never ends, even if you’re already there.
If I could replace my stash of Red Bull with 32oz. Acai shakes from Robek’s Juice, I’d be a healthier man with many more years to live. Until that day, I’ll have to crash and burn through each day like nobody’s business. Watch out!
In the meantime, can someone get me a Nixie clock for my birthday next month?
Two artists on top of my list when we get a record player for the house: Nick Drake and Grand Funk Railroad. Beautiful, in their own way. Just like the rest of us.
My favorite part after getting lost in the noise, is the longing for silence.
You are complete, when you have nothing.
Was totally smitten by the Maker Faire festival, which Kat and I attended this afternoon in San Mateo. It’s literally a Disneyland for adults (AND for kids), without the sappy characters and blatant capitalism that makes you want to drop acid and/or kill yourself (with apologies to Disneyland season pass holders, just exercising my first amendment rights). Most of the day we were gawking at all the stuff people created – from kinetic doo-dads, giant metal crab robots, and other random crap like watching ourselves in 3D being broadcast on a projector. Kat is a very petite girl, and I had to catch myself from squeezing her arm and pulling it off in excitement.
By and far, my favorite parts were the Camera Obscura installation, and metal sculptures of polyhedra from Vladimir Bulatov. I’ve seen different iterations of a camera obscura before (of the pinhole variety), but this one totally blew my mind. I have never, in my life, seen an image reproduced in super high def, better than your dumb 1080p HD crap, and I will even say, better than what real life looks like. An image reproduced on a round piece of wood painted white, mind you. Very exciting. I’ve always had a fascination with polyhedra (hello dodecahedrons), and squealed loudly like a schoolgirl when I saw the Bulatov sculptures. I’ll try to post pictures tomorrow, along with overdue shenanigans from NY and DC.
Also, congratulations to Dan Portman for finishing law school and for being one of my favorite public defenders. Had an awesome (albeit too short) time meeting the rest of his family, and had to jet to the other side of the city to catch the showing of Up with the Bassholes. That movie, was really good. Point!