arbitrarily weighing up

i'm always way behind with this kind of shit, but i just happened upon an album entitled "howl" by the black rebel motercycle club and it's pretty damn inspiring. i had an old record of theirs that wasn't much to speak of however this new one is worth some typing. i recommend it.

on the first of january, some close friends of ours move to nashville for a few months to make a record. so tonight we will join them in saying farewell and good luck at the lava lounge in l.a. i'm prepared to put a few away if need be. an example of successful marital compromise is this: she gets to spend money on a new shirt. i get to spend money on new beer.

i was talking to brandon vedder on the phone yesterday, when i was interrupted by a scene that transpired before my eyes. i stopped one sentence, and began verbally unfolding what it was i was watching. when finished brandon asked me if i was even aware of what i had just said, and added that it was a perfect example of where and how i live. he also stated that it would be genius in a script. so now that i've built it up when it's really nothing, what i said was,
"i just saw my mechanic drive by in my wifes volkswagen with his dog riding shotgun after he asked us four days ago to borrow it for one day to go feed his moms cat."

i've grown aware as of late that i am a big fat advantage taker. give me something to take advantage of and i'll swipe it from your mits before you even knew i was there. not to proud, maybe that's something to remedy with the new year.

and with that by the way, happy new year. may your celebrations be blessed and safe.

ten

in 1990 i was ten years old. for christmas that year i wanted the lab tech jr. chemistry set, i wanted the he-man vs. skeletor castle grey skull, and i wanted rock'em sock'em robots. i got the lab tech jr. and ended up lighting my sock on fire and burning my eyes. i didn't get castle grey skull, but seth allen did. from that day on we weren't best friends anymore. and i got rock'em sock'em robots, and couldn't be beat.

when you were ten what were three things you wanted?

a tribute to greatness

who am i:

i'm tall. i drink loads of alcohol. ten years ago i bought my first car, which i still drive. i go to vegas bi-weekly and call matt at four in the morning every time to sing him "sweet child of mine". i call cigarettes dugans. in the fourth grade i rapped, i made up stories about a girl who was six hundred feet tall and wide and came from the amazon eating turkey, i had an ape drape for hair, and if you mock it i wouldn't even hesitate to tear off your arm and jam it in and around your eyes. i'm fantastic.

hint: my name starts with b and ends with unky.

today i didn't even have to use my A K

i gotta say it was a good day. two reasons largely responsible are as follows:

reason #1. to my suprise i have just come across my long lost "21 singles" from the jesus and mary chain, including such tracks as head on, just like honey, and sometimes always. pure genius in its simplest form. this gives me a happy feeling deep down inside my loins. and what the hell does that even mean? i've got a dictionary in the drawer, lets take a peek.

loin \'loin\n 1: part of the body on each side of the spine between the hip and the lower ribs. 2: pl: pubic regions

reason #2. we just booked a february residency at the detroit bar. this as well gives me a good feeling in my pubic region. not literally, but this is very exciting nonetheless. so if your in the area, and you like to listen to live music and drink beer, come. steve d. will be joining us with a banjo... no shit.

owen matthew pool

our nephew was born last night. his name is owen matthew pool (matthew, after his uncle matt). he is perfect, you guys. i wish you could have seen him. he is tiny, only a little over six pounds. his skin is perfect and he looks like a little elf. the family went down to the hospital in redlands yesterday afternoon and he was born in the evening. andrea did great and had a wonderful labor and delivery. only josh was in the room with her, so it was very special for them. andrea got to hold the baby right away and josh got to clean him. it was a beautiful night. being there and apart of his birth, and also of esme's birth almost exactly two years ago, has been one the most amazing experiences of my life.
we'll post pictures soon!-a

masterpieces

Alexandre Gustave Eiffel: The Eiffel Tower
Frank Lloyd Wright: Fallingwater
Charles and Ray Eames: 901 Washington Boulevard
Minoru Yamasaki: The World Trade Center
Walt Disney: The Swiss Family Robinson Tree House
John Steinbeck: East of Eden
Miles Davis: Kind of Blue
Charles M. Schulz: Linus
Bill Watterson: Scientific Progress goes "Boink"
Theodor Seuss Geisel: The Butter Battle Book
Wes Anderson: The Royal Tenenbaums
Steven Spielberg: E.T.
Levi Strauss: The 501
Tacobell: The Carmel Apple Empenada

please opine further.

just a taste

the other night after free drinks in chinatown, i ended up in some designer's 10th floor loft with steve, derek, and luke. it was a friendly little gathering; the kind with crack in the bathroom and sex on the dancefloor. i had a few wine's and some smoke, and tried to dance a bit when i was reminded of the reason why i don't much care for los angeles. i was surrounded by plastic people trying so hard to be seen, however when you do make eye contact with one you get snubbed. people who've spent days planning which leg warmers would go better with which high heels, and which sunglasses they could wear inside, at night, and still see the numbers on their phones. here i was in a place where people were waiting in line outside to get in, and i was bored. these weren't my people. but don't get me wrong, it was like a movie, and i had fun with my friends, whom i love. a few dialogues that stuck with me however were:

me: no way, it's the girl from that keith urban video.
derek: crazy, where?
me: right behind me.
derek: crazy. who's keith urban?

it's a good thing derek doesn't know who keith urban is, i wish i didn't.
later:

luke: you just got your picture taken by the cobra snake.
me: your lying, where?
luke: right there by the fire escape.
me: no way. who's the cobra snake?

later:

steve: matt i just had the craziest idea. (if you know steve this is funny already)
me: what is it?
steve: let's take the ladders up to the roof.
me: nice, lets.

which we did, where we were told to get down by a shaq sized black man. immediately after, steve got stuck in an elevator with 17 other people for an hour. thats all.