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Current Mood: sore
Fuckin’ balls. Well it looks like the summer solstice is coming up this week. It seems like the days were just getting longer, and already they’re going to start getting shorter again. Oh well, the summer’s not nearly over. There’s still plenty of time for Ocean Beach bonfires and Great America. Assuming we can get our asses in gear and actually follow through on plans.
The last week’s been pretty uneventful (and yet I’m going to bore you with it anyway!). I had a nice dinner with Jen in North Beach, and made it over to Cafe Divine to catch Craig Ventresco again. I’m telling you, that guy is amazing, and the food and wine at this place is great too. I highly recommend stopping in there sometime. I caught the very creepy new release “The Happening” with Jamie the other night. Not quite what I expected, and left me with some disturbing images to carry around with me for a while. I did manage to get up in time for a 9am breakfast on the beach with one of my favorite old co-workers on Saturday morning. In the consulting world, I dealt with an ever-changing cast, so it’s always nice to see a familiar face from the past, particularly since I keep in touch with so few of them. And he’s such a hoot… you may remember him as my partner in crime when I was stuck in Denver a couple years back. Good times.
This is a guy does not own a car, but just bought a full 9-foot Steinway D Concert Grand piano. That’s roughly a $140,000 instrument. How can you not admire the balls that takes? And to my (limited) knowledge, this is not a frivolous purchase he could make without flinching. I hope that if and when I am ever in a position to make an investment of that magnitude, I can summon that kind of creativity and chutzpah.
Last night, I randomly came across this cat site, which in itself is not all that funny, but it led me both to the phenomenon called “LOLCats” as well as to this image. Which will mean nothing to some of you, but will strike a chord with males roughly my age. Magnificent!
Speaking of random sites, you know I still get email to my old site. With a very few exceptions, I haven’t updated it for years. But once in a while, I’ll go through it just for old time’s sake and God damn, I forgot how clever I used to be. There’s some funny stuff out there, and apparently I used to be halfway decent at Flash and Photoshop. I’m afraid those days are gone. But it’s nice to look back on what I was capable of once upon a time. Before I got old.
And speaking of old, we are less than two weeks away from my first annual 29th birthday. Egads!
Last week, another Smiths tribute called “Los Esmiths” was in town from Calexico. They opened up for Japanese Baby here in SF, and I went to check them out, along with Sus, Shel, and Deanna. Ran into a few other locals including Bunnyman and Cary. Los Esmiths did a good job, and it was interesting to see their take on some of that stuff. Nice guys, too. Singer probably has the best Moz hair of any tribute operating today.
The quote of the week comes from Dylan Bunnyman that very night, with this unsolicited and to-the-point comment on the between-bands DJ. One of my favorite criticisms, maybe ever:
“Whoever’s picking these songs must really hate music.”