Not now, I'm blogging.....

If I don't write some of this stuff down now, I'm probably going to forget it for good. I love road trips, and I love to drive for long distances of time without any break whatsoever....it is a very therapeutic activity and it helps to alleviate the constant electrobombardment that wreaks havoc on my brain whenever I'm stationary. So I get out and move, nonstop, to Barstow, California. The most redeeming quality of this town has to be the high desert sunrises that greet you at 6:30 on an August morning. The clouds are on so many different levels that the rays of rising sun puncture through them with these marvelous, heavenly beams of illumination that radiate each cloud with a different hue of yellow, orange, red, yellowish-red-orange.....All of this, of course, so that I can line up at the door of the courthouse at 6:30 in the morning and bog myself down in the quagmire of societal duldrums. These people sitting around me can rapidly fluctuate my emotions from mild amusement to depressed sympathy so effortlessly that my behavior becomes somewhat erratic and my desire to break for Vegas becomes insurmountable. We leave the past in the past as the Barstow DA shuts the door on what was clearly an open-and-shut case to begin with. The next stop on this journey is poolside at Caesar's Palace Hotel and Casino. Sunbathing under the fountains of this Roman palace, hearing cheesy covers of Radiohead being played through hidden rock speakers really brings you back to the days of yore, a time when life was care-free and mankind had hope for a better future. I'm talking of course about the 1990's.....and they will never be again. I will bet 5 dollars on the New York Yankees to win 7 dollars, and even though I wind up winning the bet, and A-Rod smacks number 500 on the same day as Bonds' 755--I am still happy that I did not wager more. The legacy I created for this trip was one of lucky blackjack hands and 16 dollar nachos with perhaps a little entertainment thrown in via Jerry Seinfeld and his opening act, Tom Papa. Both of them make me laugh thoroughly but do more to solidify my unwavering confidence in the supreme immediacy of gratification in this sinful city. Anything you want, you can have, most of it you don't even have to pay for. Spinning the wheel at the excalibur is also a joy that might await if you are lucky enough to get 4 of a kind....I waited my whole gambling life for that moment and to be able to get the double spin was making me wanna pinch myself, or at least bow down in the direction of Mecca. I don't know what they put in their drinks around there, but it CLEARLY is not alcohol. It is something though, because it made me think an English person had a really thick Boston accent. He did however point out to me that those accents are indeed quite similar in reality, a fact that I have always been reluctant to accept. Aside from degenerate gambling, I also do of course enjoy a good Vegas Buffet, and that is a classy and soon-to-be-classic way to ring yourself out, hurtling towards the San Gabriel mountains along with the unending hordes of Los Angelites that make that journey on a weekend basis. At one point I looked down at my smorgasborged buffet plate and notice that I had sushi right next to belgian waffles, a little syrup dolloped over both, and I thought to myself that Vegas might be the only place in the world that waffles next to sushi on a breakfast plate would not even cause the batting of an eye. Sushi is quite a treat in any form, and here in Los Angeles they are known to bake a good raw fish. LA in a day is always a challenge for anyone and I love to be able to step up to the plate on that one, maybe show someone a tar pit or two. I think I can even see Hawaii from here. In short, Mountains, Desert, Ocean, Sin, and Entourage, the Life, not the TV show. I visualize 756 and a lake with the bluest water the world knows in the very-near-to-come. People are either conduits or hurdles to your volition.....let it flow.

Fuck You Jo Boo, I do it myself.

What d'yall think about Las Vegas? A pretty hedonistic place no doubt, but for some reason its always so much damn fun, even in 125 degree summer weather. When it's that hot outside you can fry an egg on the pavement, although it's probably not a good idea to eat it afterwards. Have you ever been flipped off by someone driving a car with a peace sign on it? It's a truly rewarding experience. That didn't happen to me at all today. I just sat around and pondered the inner meanings of Creation while seemingly running around in a Berkeley circle to complete remedial tasks of utter insignificance. LA is a place that I'm not really too sure about at this point....whereas I think that I may like Vegas more and more with each visit, I think I have started to like LA less and less, we'll see what we can't do about that. It's time like this that I wonder about Crater Lake and what's going on with it. I hope to one day soon find out. All of this pointless blabber might APPEAR as if it is without merit and just completely self-serving, but I think you might be able to comb through these words here and find something worth holding onto...here, how about some factoids, who doesn't love factoids?

From the smallest microprocessor to the biggest mainframe, the average American depends on over 264 computers per day.
The average American contributed 1,570 pounds of of solid trash to the world last year, along with 23 tons of hazardous waste and 3.613 pounds of sewage.
The Kiwi, national bird of New Zealand, can't fly, lives in a hole in the ground, is almost blind and lays only one egg each year. Yet is has survived for 70 million years.
The three wealthiest people (and their families) in the world have more assets than the combined wealth of the 48 poorest countries.
Americans spend six times as much on home video games ($5.5 billion) as they do on school library materials for their children.

I woke up in the morning to Ross Smirnoff hassling me about how ridiculous it was that I wasn't alive and in New York to see the Yankees score an unprecedented 8 2nd inning runs....he was angered by my refusal to comply with his giddiness and was probably even further enraged upon the Yanks miserable loss at the end of the all important 9th inning. A-Rod cannot respond to pressure and that is obviously a pretty key requisite to being a New Yorker, let alone a Yankee of the variety. I unfortunately did not get around to cleaning up my room today, and there is nothing worse than going off in to the world with your possessions in dissaray. You will have to make do over the next couple of days without any incessant ramblings because Vegas is all about business, as we all know. I'm sure that there are some important polling data to be published in the near future and I hope to meet up with all of you again quite soon after I have consulted with my attorney, Troy, somewhere outside of Barstow, California.......

People love to use their cell phones, camera phones, iphones, digital cameras, and blackberries while at live concerts and events these days. Does this bring us closer or further away from distributing the message of art?


Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, Cocksucker, Motherfucker, Tits.

A hash of thoughts.

5:07PM on a Wednesday and now seems like as good a time as ever to weigh the pros and cons of having a job....lets list them out with the most obvious factors near the top:

Pros Cons
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Getting paid Having to work
Being able to buy stuff Having to buy stuff
Having a sense of purpose Having your sense of purpose come from your job
Health Insurance Paying money to insurance companies
Being able to live comfortably Being uncomfortable with 'selling' your soul



Through exhaustive personal research, I also find that there are pros and cons of being unemployed..........

Pros Cons

___________________ _______________________


Unemployment No Money



I think that about covers it

Living a Life of Illusion

Welcome to August everybody. Hope every month that has brought you to this point has done so with grace and good tidings. I think that I definitely had a better time with life yesterday than Mike did. He was busy pushing people out of the way on subway cars packed like sardines in crushed tin cans while I was spreading my wings along the open expanses of the 280 watching ocean mist from Okinawa wrap over the Santa Cruz mountains like a warm blanket of fluff. You know, the kind that you mix with peanut butter on a sandwich. I kicked ass on the tennis court, as Mike himself would have been able to accomplish if only he heeded my dad's words from a letter written to Dennis about 15-17 years ago. You see, back then Mike had a backswing that could not only make Monica Seles grunt, but could also put quite a considerable hole into drywall. Meanwhile, back in 2007 there is a sick ass venue up in the mountains down there in a South Bay town called Saratoga-no springs, but probably some falls. Last night we helped Joe Walsh propel his 08 presidential campaign to a level of credibility that hovers somewhere between Dennis Kucinich and John McCain. We were rewarded for our efforts with a glimpse of the Rocky Mountain Way...you know, the way in which you can't get much higher? Mount Shasta is over 14,000 feet tall, on a clear day you might be able to catch sight of it from the top of Mt. Tam, some 250 miles southwest in the Bay Area. Getting to a higher level is what it's all about...and in that regard I would like to thank everyone yesterday for those incredibly enlightening posts, thanks also go out to Eric Gagne as well as Kevin Garnett for deciding to end their careers without championship rings in a squalor of rotten chowdaaah. Thank you, too, Curt Schilling for your epic performance on celebrity jeopardy last night. It almost makes the SNL sketches seem understated. From the message board, much was learned about the plight of the well-fed starving artist and we were also presented with the incontrovertible fact that New York holds the monopoly on competition, which is what probably provoked Bay Area native Jerry Garcia to gripe that they've got the ways and means, but just won't let you be. With all of that feverish competition and lavish bankrolls being thrown around like after-dinner mints at a park avenue bistro, you would think that they would be able to field a decent sports team in any one of the four major professional sports. Well, at least Football Season is right around the corner, time to fire up the fantasy league? Anyone?

Tuesday, July 31st, 2007

Ah yes, the last day of July, such a beautiful time of the year....the dog days of summer, the wolves at the door, the best of times, the worst of times and a handful of other descriptions that would take us entirely off track. There is a driving locomotive of purpose here: This is the all-important, all-knowing East vs. West blog and as such it invites all those in either camp to identify themselves as such and to bring forth their very own testimonials of the daily circumstances and trivialities that lead them to ally with one side over the other. East vs. West is not New York versus San Francisco, it's not LA versus DC, it's not Buddha versus Jesus nor is it Yes versus No nor wrong or right....it is merely life AND death.