Friday, November 30, 2007

Photo Phriday 11.30.07

Photo stolen from

Santa Cruz local pro bike honch and all around good tall goofy guy Barry Wicks won the Single Speed Cyclo Cross World Championships a couple of weeks ago and wasted no time donning the gold lamme world championship Speedo--he changed into it on the podium upon presentation. For that, more than his win, I salute him.

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Yeah, I'm pretty juvenile

Someone sent me Harry and David's Mixed Muts....huhuhuhuhu. I said "mixed nuts."

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

One Week from Today

A history of Free Shit courtesy of Naked Raygun.

Blank Club - San Jose - Tuesday(oops) Wednesday, December 5, 2007

They just don't make 'em like this anymore.

Monday, November 19, 2007

Photo Phriday 11.16.07

I spent the better part of last week on the road, working in Seattle and Boulder. Yes, there are worse places on the planet. And the rain was actually refreshing up in the Northwest. Anywho, my mission in these locales is a secret, but here are some spy shots...

UW Aeronautics Lab Wind Tunnel.

Hey, I got an idea...

Monday, November 12, 2007

Separation Monday

The diffused grey light streaming in the tall windows on an overcast Monday is my best friend as I polish off a second double latte. My head has one of those soft throbs right now that comes from two or three too many cheap beers which are inevitably followed by a fitful night’s sleep. It’s not that split-your-head-open-with-an-axe kind of hangover or anything…I wasn’t even close to drunk—just one or two more than advisable while Chuck and I played air hockey and pool and foosball and Golden Tee and Big Game Hunter at the Walrus last night. And I’ll only mention the peanut fight to point out that I think bar owners should be tolerant of naturally occurring low-level projectile skirmishes when they practically encourage them by placing large barrels of in-the-shell salted nuts within arms reach of the bar. It’s not like we hit anyone but each other. But I digress. No, I’ve just got this velvet hammering that comes with the diminishment of the youthful resilience that used to absorb such things. It doesn’t help that the barista has been playing an endless succession of live Grateful Dead recordings either. It would be so relatively comfortable otherwise.


Ahh. I just dialed up The Head on the Door on my iPod and that helps. I should mention I’m in my fourth hour at a downtown Boulder, Colorado coffee shop. Why I’m here is really an accident…or at least a mistake. I’m supposed to attend a meeting as proxy for the president of our division that he told me was today. It’s not…it’s tomorrow, so I’ve re-scheduled flights and hotels and have made this corner table my office for the day. I’m actually getting more done than I would in the office on a typical day, what without the phone and the drop-bys and such. I also feel I'm in a span of happy serendipity, which I hope continues.

Last night, before the beer and the flying peanuts and dead digital deer, we went to a nice dinner. As we entered the restaurant, some lyrics from a band I saw last Tuesday in San Francisco, The Hold Steady, were running through my head:

How am I supposed to know that you're high
if you wont let me touch you?
How am i supposed to know that you're high
if you wont even dance?

And then WHAM! Down the bar sits Craig Finn, lead singer of said band. In the flesh. On a bar stool. Looking like my coworker Phil’s older brother and all. I mean, how fucking weird is that?! Sure an Elvis or Curt Cobain or Elliott Smith sighting might have been stranger, but only because they’re alleged to be dead. I was literally humming this guy’s song in my head when I looked up to see him! I got inexplicably tingly with goose bumps and wondered if I were dead.

Anyway, I pointed him out to Chuck, then kind of felt my arms as if this would be some assurance that I wasn’t hallucinating after being hit by a car or meteor or something.

Trying to be nonchalant and un-superfanish, I walked up to Craig and thanked him for putting on a great show in San Francisco last week…he graciously said thanks in an almost bashful way. The woman he was chatting with gave off an incredulous laugh as if to say “wow, he really is a rock star.” We ate dinner, they ate dinner. We went to the Walrus and The Hold Steady played the Fox Theater…which I only found out afterward.

I’m feeling compelled to make the trip to Denver where they’re playing tonight, but I have a hob knob dinner in advance of the meeting I’m here for.

Damn responsibilities.

Friday, November 09, 2007

Photo Phriday 11.9.07

My parents paid a visit last weekend. They're funny. And they like their clip-on sunglasses. We went to Body Worlds2, which was kinda cool, though I think my dad likes his Ben & Jerry's infinitely better.


Don v1.0

Thursday, November 08, 2007

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Sunday, November 04, 2007

Bizzare Nostalgia Triangle

10:07 p.m. - I'm totally digging this video right now on 120 Minutes:

Now I understand how people of a certain age can still love a band like Kansas.

Friday, November 02, 2007

Photo Phriday

I heart my scooter. We rode to work today and it was fun if not a little nippy.

Somebody left this on my desk the other day. Not sure who, not sure why. But I scanned it. And it smells tapey.