JUL 03 Legends Bar.
JUL 04 BBQ. Giant Club (2028 Hancock) to the grooves of Cris Herrera and Mark Farina.
JUL 05 – 06 Su’s Amazing House Party! More BBQ.
JUL 07 Scotch in the dark.
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Weekend in Brief 38
Sunday, June 29th, 2008
JUN 19 – 22 Vegas. LAX, Cathouse, Seamless, Tao, Puff Lounge. Little bit of everything and not a bit of sleep.
JUN 25 Curry House. Legends Bar.
JUN 26 Hot Pot. Album Leaf @ Belly Up Tavern.
JUN 27 David’s House Party. Legends Bar.
JUN 28 Rock climb. Legends Bar. Drunk Rock Band.
JUN 29 Grandma’s Birthday. BBQ.
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Wish I had something to say but there’s too much life going on. It is a good / bad thing. I need to get away, and get away, and get away.
Weekend in Brief 34 – 37
Saturday, May 31st, 2008
MAY 24 Jack’s w/ Stephanie, Christine, Jen, Aileen, Jason, Irving, James, Willis.
MAY 30 Going away gathering for Angela w/ Boat Crew @ Ritual Tavern.
JUN 07 Bar hop in downtown. Thus I end. Thus I sing.
JUN 12 Submarines @ Beauty Bar. New sound sounds like great sound.
JUN 13 Legends Club / Bar, low key and alcoholic. Werd. The mystery remains.
JUN 15 BBQ.
Atmosphere on the Moon
Wednesday, May 21st, 2008
The girl that lives in the condo across from us has been listening to the same song for the past four hours. Her window is directly up and opposite of mine, a diagonal thread of music connects our rooms. I cannot identify the song; the lyrics are indistinct, muffled by the ambient noise of the world: songbirds, passing cars, that fluid rush that isn’t the wind but sounds like everything else it has picked up. She will, on occasion, rewind and replay a portion of the track. She will, on occasion, sing along. I want to ask her to turn up the volume a little, maybe sing a little louder; the song is a sad one, it is slow and lonesome and the woman’s voice is accompanied by a melancholic piano. But we’ve never actually spoken to each other. Maybe never even really seen each other’s face. Right now though, we could have been the best of friends. Two companions sharing a red-painted curb, leaning in and passing a cigarette, not quite talking and not quite willing to break the thread that has superseded all else. Don’t go. But the song doesn’t repeat again, I hear instead a door open and close. Then she’s gone.
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Working from home can be heartbreaking.
Weekend in Brief 33
Sunday, May 4th, 2008
05/01 Airport Lounge for some soulful grooves w/ House Mouse. One drink too many and the day is done.
05/02 Whiskey, scotch, and video games.
05/03 Poolside and pooldepth. Crazy Burro and the Cinco festivities. Lorem ipsum dolor.
05/04 Slaves to the royal High-ness.
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I plugged myself in, there was no signal, no brand of precision.
Weekend in Brief 31 & 32
Saturday, April 19th, 2008
04/xx Funeral.
04/12 Point Loma Seafood. Grand opening of Cupcakes Squared. Evening BBQ. Dueling pianos @ Shouthouse.
Gone to Waist
Saturday, April 19th, 2008
I went jogging for the first time in year(s). About a quarter of a mile in, my lungs collapsed. My back began to ache. If you are perhaps contemplating this noblest of exercises, do not start the routine with a cigarette. Do not stay up late and set your alarm clock for the earliest of morns. Do not stuff your mouth with nicotine gum and chew languidly as noxious blood heaves and bubbles into your brain. You might throw up. Or you might not.
And just so you know, in each passing car, they are laughing at you. Hope is a distended thing, raw tar in a verdant bush. But I feel great.
Weekend in Brief 28 – 30
Saturday, March 15th, 2008
03/14 Union Cattle Co in Hermosa Beach. Happy Birthday, Martin.
03/22 Riley’s Birthday party. Happy Birthday, Riley (03/2x), Jennifer (03/22), Dad (03/18). Then on to David / Janet’s. Close as kin.
03/28 Movie night (Walk Hard) and hangover Fridays.
03/29 Belated celebration @ Red C / Tavern w/ SDFunBoat Crew.
04/01 Dinner and beers @ Gastropub and Big Sonic Chill @ Air Conditioned.
Empirical Rule
Saturday, March 15th, 2008
In time, soon or not so soon. We drove over a malleable distance that yield and grew when laid across the anvils of each passenger’s mind, and every city that we passed, the hammer struck and formed the minutes, the hours, the streets parading with cars. Light, lamp. As that of Rome burning by sunset, not with fire but with envious green and reds. How simple it is to love the world now, when set apart and only the narrow scope of vision defining what is forward, where we came, our present sense of being. I must have spelled myself wrong all those times and so could not find truth in dictionaries. Where, why. So it is that my name never held meaning, it never indicated what was inherent, it was a sieve that deceived. There, in the confines of a metal box, I slipped into the dusky song and then became aware.
We want so much. Each one of us and our heads pounding with a thundering song of blood and headaches, pulse of the vibrating car that held our wrists in check to the agony of the road. Ahead, the city screamed into existence. Ahead, we were becoming gregarious drunks, not yet but just up ahead where the flames had once raced upon marble and turned it black, where soot had exhausted forests into frozen fixtures, imposing steel and ruined concrete. It is here that I want to tell someone that I am forgetting how to speak, that beneath my face and arms lay prairies of green skin. And here that I want to apologize for strangeness, but without my voice I could not begin. Beside a ditch, I become alien, even to myself, though the mothership had gone on without me. Holding my drink, I slipped off the dusty brink and then became unaware.
[Original Post Date: 03/14/2008]
Don’t Say Anything
Saturday, March 8th, 2008
Chest hurts, the way some clouds hurt to move.
Mother thinks I’m smoking crack, I deny. But there’s more to lose than weight or sleep: it’s the wild mushrooms that bloom and spread, mycelia threads on fallen timber and rotted bog, spotted heart and spitted lung.
Something less sinister. The culmination of days in the air.