I've got like 100 things happening at once. My life is like a train wreck at the moment. Hopefully I can get back to updating this site normally soon.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Hometown Visit
On my recent visit to my hometown I went to the high school football game to watch my cousin play. After the game, everyone was filing out of the stands and a gun went off. The local sherriff was playing with his gun in his holster and it went off. He walked away in shame with his head down. What a Barney Fife.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Remembering names
I suck at remembering names. Just the other day I met this girl at a friend's party. I had been talking to her for 30 minutes and then it hit me. I don't remember her name! So, I texted my friend asking for her name.
I wanted to ask this girl for her number, but I thought I'd look stupid asking for it, without knowing her name. One way to get around this embarrassment is when you ask for her number, ask her to put it into your phone, to make sure you don't make a mistake.
So, I've come up with a couple ways to help remembering people's names:
1. When you meet someone and they give you their name, repeat their name back to them and then say, "I'm so-and-so."
2. If they have the same name as someone you already know, group these people together in your mind.
3. Write it down in your cell phone.
Note to self: The cute girl you met in yoga class the other day was Nancy. The cute girl in your painting class is Camille.
I wanted to ask this girl for her number, but I thought I'd look stupid asking for it, without knowing her name. One way to get around this embarrassment is when you ask for her number, ask her to put it into your phone, to make sure you don't make a mistake.
So, I've come up with a couple ways to help remembering people's names:
1. When you meet someone and they give you their name, repeat their name back to them and then say, "I'm so-and-so."
2. If they have the same name as someone you already know, group these people together in your mind.
3. Write it down in your cell phone.
Note to self: The cute girl you met in yoga class the other day was Nancy. The cute girl in your painting class is Camille.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
I had another dream
I had another strange dream last night. I was living in a house, not my current house, but a house I'd never been in before. I found a lot of valuables hidden in the floor, which I assumed were put there by the previous owner.
I wanted to keep the valuables, but I was afraid that the previous owner might come back for them and kill me. Then, I found out that the vents were bugged and someone had been listening to me. I thought about calling the police and returning the valuables, but how could the police offer me any protection unless they were with me 24/7?
Everything scared me. Every car that drove by. Every knock on the door, I was waiting for someone to reclaim their stuff. I finally woke up about 5 am, and looked around to make sure no one was in the room with me. I did this twice before I realized this was all a dream.
I wanted to keep the valuables, but I was afraid that the previous owner might come back for them and kill me. Then, I found out that the vents were bugged and someone had been listening to me. I thought about calling the police and returning the valuables, but how could the police offer me any protection unless they were with me 24/7?
Everything scared me. Every car that drove by. Every knock on the door, I was waiting for someone to reclaim their stuff. I finally woke up about 5 am, and looked around to make sure no one was in the room with me. I did this twice before I realized this was all a dream.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Learning to shut up
Learning to shut up is one of the hardest lessons to learn in life. I am terrible at it. If I would put the same amount of energy into speaking when I don't want to (due to shyness) as I do when I shouldn't speak (making a jackass of myself) I'd probably be a more likable person and have more friends. But that would be breaking some other tenet of my philosphy which states: more friends equals more problems.
Some basic rules to follow about learning to shut up: Never talk about politics, religion, how much money you have or bowel movements.
So, basically we're left with this conversation:
Me: Hi, how are you?
You: I'm fine how are you?
Me: I'm fine. It was nice talking to you. Goodbye.
You: Bye
When I first moved to Austin, I was dating a very beautiful, tall, hourglass-figured, blond who I liked very much. As you all know, I really suck at dating and if I had kept my mouth shut, I could have possibly dated this woman a lot longer or maybe still today. She had told me about her friend in high school who went to the same college as me. We had the same major and I had actually worked with her on several projects. The girl was a total beast to work with and I told my then girlfriend that her friend was a bitch to me in college. Which is all true, but I should have most definitely kept it to myself, because after a month of dating she broke up with me the next day. I later found out that this was the reason.
Anyway, that is that. Hopefully, I can learn and encompass this virtue into my daily life.
Some basic rules to follow about learning to shut up: Never talk about politics, religion, how much money you have or bowel movements.
So, basically we're left with this conversation:
Me: Hi, how are you?
You: I'm fine how are you?
Me: I'm fine. It was nice talking to you. Goodbye.
You: Bye
When I first moved to Austin, I was dating a very beautiful, tall, hourglass-figured, blond who I liked very much. As you all know, I really suck at dating and if I had kept my mouth shut, I could have possibly dated this woman a lot longer or maybe still today. She had told me about her friend in high school who went to the same college as me. We had the same major and I had actually worked with her on several projects. The girl was a total beast to work with and I told my then girlfriend that her friend was a bitch to me in college. Which is all true, but I should have most definitely kept it to myself, because after a month of dating she broke up with me the next day. I later found out that this was the reason.
Anyway, that is that. Hopefully, I can learn and encompass this virtue into my daily life.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Hot chicks and Llamas
Just when you thought artists couldn't become any more genius. This reminds me that I came up with a great idea for a photo shoot last night. I don't want to give away the details in a public forum because someone might steal my genius idea.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Headache
I've had one all day at work. And the people around me are being more annoyingly loud than usual.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Occam's razor
I spent about an hour last night trying to find this word. I knew that it meant that the simplest solution is usually the best, but I couldn't find it anywhere. Now that I've re-found it, I must remember it.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Top Concert List
Here is a list to the best concerts I've ever been to.
1. Bush w/ Moby - Fair Grounds Coliseum, Lubbock
I put this first on the list because it was the first concert I'd ever been to and it was probably the craziest. This place was so packed and it was difficult to breathe. People in the mosh pit up front were dropping like flies and being carted out.
2. Stephen Malkmus w/ Bright Eyes - Gypsy Tea Room, Dallas
I remember standing in line and saying "Who is Bright Eyes?" It was very awkward to watch as they would finish songs and some people would clap while others looked around wondering what was going on. My only regret is that I ignored them after the show. Although I did talk to Stephen Malkmus and Bob Nastanovich.
3. Our Lady Peace w/ Air - Deep Ellum Live, Dallas
My girlfriend and I just recovered from a 7 month hiatus. OLP was one of our favorite bands. During "One Man Army," Raine Maida climb to the top of the speakers about 10 feet above the stage. As he sang "I remember falling..." he dropped his mic to the stage and dove into the crowd.
4. Bright Eyes w/ Arab Strap - Trees, Dallas
I ran into Conor Oberst washing my hands in the bathroom. I was telling how cool I thought they were when someone came through the heavy wooden door hitting Conor in the head. He grabbed his head, yelped and ran out of the bathroom. The show still went on.
5. Azure Ray w/ Okkervil River - Haileys, Denton
I was the editor of the college newspaper and we had interviewed Azure Ray for a story the week before. I gave them a copy of the newspaper and we had out picture taken. Their show was awesome, but Okkervil River really blew me away.
honorable mention:
Sons and Daughters w/ The Kills - Antones, Austin
Midlake w/ Tacks, the Boy Disaster - Parish, Austin
Bright Eyes w/ M. Ward - Gypsy Tea Room, Dallas
Regina Spektor - ACL 07, Austin
Andrew Bird - ACL 07, Austin
The Hold Steady - Parish, Austin
1. Bush w/ Moby - Fair Grounds Coliseum, Lubbock
I put this first on the list because it was the first concert I'd ever been to and it was probably the craziest. This place was so packed and it was difficult to breathe. People in the mosh pit up front were dropping like flies and being carted out.
2. Stephen Malkmus w/ Bright Eyes - Gypsy Tea Room, Dallas
I remember standing in line and saying "Who is Bright Eyes?" It was very awkward to watch as they would finish songs and some people would clap while others looked around wondering what was going on. My only regret is that I ignored them after the show. Although I did talk to Stephen Malkmus and Bob Nastanovich.
3. Our Lady Peace w/ Air - Deep Ellum Live, Dallas
My girlfriend and I just recovered from a 7 month hiatus. OLP was one of our favorite bands. During "One Man Army," Raine Maida climb to the top of the speakers about 10 feet above the stage. As he sang "I remember falling..." he dropped his mic to the stage and dove into the crowd.
4. Bright Eyes w/ Arab Strap - Trees, Dallas
I ran into Conor Oberst washing my hands in the bathroom. I was telling how cool I thought they were when someone came through the heavy wooden door hitting Conor in the head. He grabbed his head, yelped and ran out of the bathroom. The show still went on.
5. Azure Ray w/ Okkervil River - Haileys, Denton
I was the editor of the college newspaper and we had interviewed Azure Ray for a story the week before. I gave them a copy of the newspaper and we had out picture taken. Their show was awesome, but Okkervil River really blew me away.
honorable mention:
Sons and Daughters w/ The Kills - Antones, Austin
Midlake w/ Tacks, the Boy Disaster - Parish, Austin
Bright Eyes w/ M. Ward - Gypsy Tea Room, Dallas
Regina Spektor - ACL 07, Austin
Andrew Bird - ACL 07, Austin
The Hold Steady - Parish, Austin
Monday, September 8, 2008
What Is It?
OMG..watch out for that giant testicle. Wouldn't you hate it if your job was to walk around in your underwear in a testicle costume? Now that is something you might want to keep off your resume.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Tornado
Although I lived in one of the most tornado-proned parts of the world for 25 years, I have not once seen an actual tornado. I've seen some clouds scary, rotating clouds. I've seen damage that could have been from a tornado, but I've never seen a funnel.
I have dreamed of tornadoes though.
I have dreamed of tornadoes though.
Friday, September 5, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Iguanas
Growing up I had a pet iguana named Urkel. Yes, he was named after Family Matter's nerd Steve Urkel. He lived on our window sill and squash and pooped and peed and stanked up the place.
There came a time when Urkel became angry and irritated. He would hiss at us and didn't want us to hold him anymore. One night he jumped down from the window sill and wandered through the house. I eventually found him under my brother's bed and I had to climb under it to retrieve him. He was pissed.
We eventually gave him away to a family that was more iguana friendly.
There came a time when Urkel became angry and irritated. He would hiss at us and didn't want us to hold him anymore. One night he jumped down from the window sill and wandered through the house. I eventually found him under my brother's bed and I had to climb under it to retrieve him. He was pissed.
We eventually gave him away to a family that was more iguana friendly.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Am I already getting burned out...
Just like everything I start, it seems like some days are more difficult than others. Writing prompted by images, especially images that are not my own, is not as easy as I had thought. Or maybe it has nothing to do with that. Maybe, it's just writing in general.
On Labor Day, I got home about 6 p.m. from B.B. Rover's 101 club party and passed out. I then woke up at 10:30 p.m. I took a shower and attempted to go back to sleep. I was tired, but I couldn't sleep at all, so I thought about things instead.
I thought about that book I started writing when I was 17. I had my parents buy me a laptop so my work could be portable. I got about three chapters in and quit. Why do I always do this? This is probably good thing because I definitely wasn't mature enough at 17 to write this book.
Friday, I will be 27. A while back, someone told me that 27 was a pinnacle year. Something like a pre-mid-life crisis. Perhaps now I've had the right amount of life experience to write a coming-of-age novel. So, I thought about the story-line of my book. I made a couple improvements, now I just need to find some time during the day to devote to this. That's going to be the hard part.
Maybe I can fit it in between my work, painting, band, yoga and internet addiction.
On Labor Day, I got home about 6 p.m. from B.B. Rover's 101 club party and passed out. I then woke up at 10:30 p.m. I took a shower and attempted to go back to sleep. I was tired, but I couldn't sleep at all, so I thought about things instead.
I thought about that book I started writing when I was 17. I had my parents buy me a laptop so my work could be portable. I got about three chapters in and quit. Why do I always do this? This is probably good thing because I definitely wasn't mature enough at 17 to write this book.
Friday, I will be 27. A while back, someone told me that 27 was a pinnacle year. Something like a pre-mid-life crisis. Perhaps now I've had the right amount of life experience to write a coming-of-age novel. So, I thought about the story-line of my book. I made a couple improvements, now I just need to find some time during the day to devote to this. That's going to be the hard part.
Maybe I can fit it in between my work, painting, band, yoga and internet addiction.
Monday, September 1, 2008
That one time I was in jail...
When I was about five years old I was at a softball game with my mom and brother who was nine. The town sheriff was there and we must have either been giving our mom or him a hard time, because when he suggested he take us to jail, mom agreed.
He drove us to the county jail where he locked my brother and I in a cell. There was nothing but a cot, a sink and a toilet. He told us we better not mess with the Mexican in the cell next to us or he'd break out and kill us. Well, that really scared the shit out of 5-year-old me. The sheriff's voice came over the PA saying he was leaving now.
That's about the time I started to cry. My brother tried hard to make me stop instilled with fear that I might wake up the Mexican. I can't remember exactly how long we were held captive, but it seemed like a long time. It was probably only 5 minutes. The sheriff came back and took us to our mom. I probably behaved the rest of the night.
He drove us to the county jail where he locked my brother and I in a cell. There was nothing but a cot, a sink and a toilet. He told us we better not mess with the Mexican in the cell next to us or he'd break out and kill us. Well, that really scared the shit out of 5-year-old me. The sheriff's voice came over the PA saying he was leaving now.
That's about the time I started to cry. My brother tried hard to make me stop instilled with fear that I might wake up the Mexican. I can't remember exactly how long we were held captive, but it seemed like a long time. It was probably only 5 minutes. The sheriff came back and took us to our mom. I probably behaved the rest of the night.
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