Today is the first day of 2015, and I’m definitely planning on kicking it off right…
… WITH A BLOG POST.
Without getting too in-depth to start, basically I’ve had a resolution to be blogging more often for a while now. I’ve always loved the medium, always loved the feeling that I’m actually writing something that can *live on* after Facebook or Twitter or whatever the next social media we’re all on cashes in their chips, and always seem to have a ton of opinions about things — blogging seems to be a good way to satisfy all of those desires. So assuming I can keep myself on a little bit of a project plan with this new “system” I’m using, then this should actually be a very easy resolution for me to keep. “More often” is my goal. That should be easy.
Today I woke up after watching the Phish New Year’s Eve concert from home after consciously deciding that I didn’t want to go out and party and make a big event out of the evening. Some people say you need to, and well, sure, I get that…except that wasn’t what I needed last night, I made sure to listen to myself on that, and guess what — I felt pretty damn good this morning when I woke up. Almost as if I was kicking off the new year extra correct by not needing to nurse through a small hangover to start my weekend. Maybe that’s the start of a new me, ya know, the one that sorta listens to his own needs before putting a fear ahead of them.
More tomorrow. Hope everyone has a great year.
Yesterday morning I woke up on my own accord, the sun shining into my room here in San Francisco and a smell of spring in the air. When it’s warm here, it always feels like spring to me. I checked my phone, and I saw my younger sister had called me among the smattering of social network updates that hit my phone overnight. She also texted me: “Call me ASAP”. I call her.
“So Grandpa died this morning…” Continue reading In Remembrance: My Grandpa Bud
For further reading on this subject, I highly suggest you read this post.
Long ago, I said one of the most ridiculous lines in the history of teen comedy movies. (The line was the title of this article).
Funny enough, I’ve always been shy about it. I’ve never talked or written about it until right now. I always glossed over it, half pretending it never happened, always aiming to position myself as something more highbrow than that.
Wow. I didn’t expect to find an actor so self-aware of their mediocre film career in the mid-90’s but there it is, in full self actualized glory.
I always loved this scene. No matter how hard me or my younger brother would try, we could never exactly quote it. I must have watched this movie 100 times as a kid.
I took this one while relaxing pre-soundcheck at the Rickshaw Stop last Saturday, Nov. 30.
Olaf Cuadras Ferré creates his own versions of movie posters in a signature style that I enjoy quite much. With new versions of movie posters from The Big Lebowski, Die Hard, The Royal Tenenbaums, Zoolander and Terminator 2, it’s as if I’m seeing the art collection perfectly matched to my personal movie collection. There’s even a poster for The Warriors.
Check out his Tumblr here.
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I thought me and my friends were a bit unique in our nerdy, comical tastes, but Jimmy Fallon took to the airwaves two nights ago to pull off a joke right up our alley and straight from our own circle of funny.
What would it sound like for two people to have a conversation in real life like they would on Twitter?
It’s my birthday today and I feel special. It’s amazing the little neurons that fire in your brain once all your social networks start exploding with good cheer aimed solely at you. Well, and other people, too, but mostly at
you me. I wish I could bottle this up into an app and just make someone have an “instant birthday” on their social networks if they’re having a bad day. Like, rally people around them…
“U mad, bro?”
“No, everyone just told me I’m cool online via this new app.”
I’m always a fan of someone sticking up for themselves when they’re being ridiculed, and Russell Brand takes these Morning Joe hosts for a spin through a confrontational mindset that few people ever feel comfortable operating in. Look at how flustered they become.
Bravo, Mr. Brand.