late of the pier - the bears are coming this band makes me want to move. michael made me listen some months back and i've been sold since. but this lyric, in particular, makes me laugh on behalf of relationships. we get so lost, when we're in the moment, in thinking our experiences are unique when they're not. sometimes its hard for me to remember that i've already lived this stress and drama of budding romances and other romances lost. and it turns out i survived. must just say to my silly brain "shut up and enjoy the ride."
on the list of 17 reasons why diana is more awesome than you: 3) she doesn't believe in trees (that one's for you keegan) & 4) she'd rather shop for new clothes instead of washing the ones she already has (me too sweet dee, meeeee toooooo)
last thursday was carbombs at kilowatts night. jason and i left work early and drank beer at a bus stop whilst waiting for the 14 to carry us to zeitgeist where we were to meet tanya, her friend giancarlo, and zeb for 'happy hour.' jason was concerned that it was going to be an early night and that no one would meet us and we'd be in bed early. turns out he was wrong. over the course of the next several hours shandy, matt, diana, keegan, prachi & friend showed up. we made friends with strangers that called jason and me 'the garm' and bought us tequila shots. i think i was at my absolute best this particular evening. an all time high one might say. i can tell because i just watched a video i don't remember being recorded, and i remember little to nothing about being at puerto alegre. i think i have thoroughly apologized to everyone, but if i missed you, and i was awful to you, i am so so sorry. we never made it to kilowatts for carbombs and we were all in bed by eleven, so i guess maybe jason was a little right.
last night, on our way back up to the city, i was telling matt about the story of my friend joe w.'s visit to san francisco and attendance of ben's housewarming barbeque. my favorite quote of that night was "i've never tried hummus before, it's jew food right?" (or some permutation thereof) i also don't think i'll ever forget the mortified look on jenette's face as he kept going back in to ben, a stranger's, kitchen and making more and more and more plates of food. oi vey was that whole scene drama ^theMax. i only bring this up because some of my friends from that suburb that i have been friends with for literally decades have removed me as a friend residually. because of how "awfully" i treated joe w. jesus. small town bullshit drama. thank god i got out of texas whilst i could (no offense friends that still live there, it just wasn't *my* scene)
i got a pretty amazing haircut last week. i'm really stoked about it. see shannon @ hair of the gods on fell if you're interested in a similar experience. i spelled loose wrong on yelp. dang, i'm an idiot.
*devo*
Monday, October 12, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
there goes another one of our surefire plans; it backfired again
ain't that the truth? mutemath: backfire. please listen to it, i'm really excited about this show. perhaps its been too long since i've seen a *good* band play...
if you know me, you know i'm a planner and an organizer and i've even been called a controller, but i usually have the people who say such things killed. i'm trying to abandon that notion i think, 'cause when the plans fall through its all angry faces, and i don't want any angry faces any more...
mat's lecturing me about fork. i'm not even arguing with him, but i think he's mad at me. i feel like i'm always getting yelled at by linux/unix/systems guys. wtf.
so this last weekend eric and justin came to visit. it was a friday night call requesting a place to stay so they could go to all the city festivals this last weekend (that i mostly missed, dang) including, but not limited to lovefest, oktoberfest, hardly strictly legal bluegrass, and the sand castle building contest :-) i love it when eric and justin come to town. i can always count on laughing until i almost pee my pants. i bring this up because when eric walked in the door he had a suspicious brown paper bag and shifty eyes. he placed the bag in the freezer. when he left, he didn't take the paper bag with him, and i think i can speak for the entire F.S.D. when i say when i am terrified to look at what's inside of that bag. i texted him and i said "hey, did you leave something in the freezer" he replied "yep." that's it. god i love eric.
i think i might have told this story to a sect of my crew, but matt and i went to place pigalle on friday night. if you've lived with me, you'll know i typically protest going to that bar, sure its a half block away, but for some reason it rubs me the wrong way. i think its because in my brain, bars have vodka. who knows. nonetheless, matt and i are sitting there and this girl pops out of the back little room and says something about needing small bills and being out of a bunch of beer or something and i say "holy shit. i know that girl. her name is lindsay and i knew her when i was in highschool on maui." and so i walk up to the bar and i'm all "is your name lindsey katz?" and she doesn't recognize me at first, probably because i was infinity times more punk rock then, and a bit smaller, but then i'm like "your mom lived a few buildings down from my dad in kihei" and she goes "holy shit! we used to take showers together" and i laughed. and she laughed. and matt laughed. turns out she's worked there four years but i'm such a pooper about going there, i never noticed. san francisco is a fucking rad city to run into someone you used to hang with on maui. yah. anyway, go to place pigalle and spend all your money.
tuesdays are F.S.D I-Know-An-Album-You-Don't-Know night. Diana, Shandy and I take turns making dinner for the group and playing an album that meets a few criteria: 1) album is hopefully never heard by the other two members of the house 2) you like the album 3) you think the other two members of the house would *like* to hear the album that you present. we invented this night whilst in the swimming pool in costa rica, and i might say that the experiment has finished it's first iteration and its going quite well. i apologize to sweet dee for pooping on two of her band choices (actually they're just two bands i already know and love) Prachi and Matt have also joined us on these occasions and yous guys are all welcomed. its good for roommate bonding. dee's final choice, fila brazillia had a lot of beep beep boop boops and we all envisioned the music videos that would accompany the songs. it was rad.
i set the alarm off at work today. i'm not sure why i can't respond well to lights blinking and alarms sounding, but its hard for me to remember my top secret pass code when this happens. does anyone have advice? i'll take it, please & thank you.
*devo*
if you know me, you know i'm a planner and an organizer and i've even been called a controller, but i usually have the people who say such things killed. i'm trying to abandon that notion i think, 'cause when the plans fall through its all angry faces, and i don't want any angry faces any more...
mat's lecturing me about fork. i'm not even arguing with him, but i think he's mad at me. i feel like i'm always getting yelled at by linux/unix/systems guys. wtf.
so this last weekend eric and justin came to visit. it was a friday night call requesting a place to stay so they could go to all the city festivals this last weekend (that i mostly missed, dang) including, but not limited to lovefest, oktoberfest, hardly strictly legal bluegrass, and the sand castle building contest :-) i love it when eric and justin come to town. i can always count on laughing until i almost pee my pants. i bring this up because when eric walked in the door he had a suspicious brown paper bag and shifty eyes. he placed the bag in the freezer. when he left, he didn't take the paper bag with him, and i think i can speak for the entire F.S.D. when i say when i am terrified to look at what's inside of that bag. i texted him and i said "hey, did you leave something in the freezer" he replied "yep." that's it. god i love eric.
i think i might have told this story to a sect of my crew, but matt and i went to place pigalle on friday night. if you've lived with me, you'll know i typically protest going to that bar, sure its a half block away, but for some reason it rubs me the wrong way. i think its because in my brain, bars have vodka. who knows. nonetheless, matt and i are sitting there and this girl pops out of the back little room and says something about needing small bills and being out of a bunch of beer or something and i say "holy shit. i know that girl. her name is lindsay and i knew her when i was in highschool on maui." and so i walk up to the bar and i'm all "is your name lindsey katz?" and she doesn't recognize me at first, probably because i was infinity times more punk rock then, and a bit smaller, but then i'm like "your mom lived a few buildings down from my dad in kihei" and she goes "holy shit! we used to take showers together" and i laughed. and she laughed. and matt laughed. turns out she's worked there four years but i'm such a pooper about going there, i never noticed. san francisco is a fucking rad city to run into someone you used to hang with on maui. yah. anyway, go to place pigalle and spend all your money.
tuesdays are F.S.D I-Know-An-Album-You-Don't-Know night. Diana, Shandy and I take turns making dinner for the group and playing an album that meets a few criteria: 1) album is hopefully never heard by the other two members of the house 2) you like the album 3) you think the other two members of the house would *like* to hear the album that you present. we invented this night whilst in the swimming pool in costa rica, and i might say that the experiment has finished it's first iteration and its going quite well. i apologize to sweet dee for pooping on two of her band choices (actually they're just two bands i already know and love) Prachi and Matt have also joined us on these occasions and yous guys are all welcomed. its good for roommate bonding. dee's final choice, fila brazillia had a lot of beep beep boop boops and we all envisioned the music videos that would accompany the songs. it was rad.
i set the alarm off at work today. i'm not sure why i can't respond well to lights blinking and alarms sounding, but its hard for me to remember my top secret pass code when this happens. does anyone have advice? i'll take it, please & thank you.
*devo*
let's just say that i might be a sucker for progress...
i tried to find a video or mp3 link. i think i'm going to start doing that now. but that's mutemath, armistice. its mutemath week. i'm so into this band right now. i mean, the lyrics leave much to be desired often, but the music rocks my lame ass. would you call mutemath math rock? we're going to see them at the fillmore on friday. buy tickets here and come with us to rock out the day before tb's birthday. because everyone involved kicks ass.
also, i know with the widespread reach of this blog one of you has got to have an industrial design position, or know someone who does. please share.
i am contractually obliged to continue on my 17 part series about diana chow. #2) she drinks whiskey with the bois.
i think i'm supposed to say something about costa rica too. for those that don't know, mat, justine, kk, jason, annie, diana, luke, shandy, tanya, & i went to costa rica for my 28th. the trip was amazing, i was drunk and wet 80% of every day, we called it 'soaking man.' just like burning man, except more bugs and rain & less stinky hippies. i found that the trip was really good for me 'cause i fell in love with my friends again and i think i needed that. i plan on baking them all cookies and sending out loverly thank you notes. the only problem with that is that i love procrastination.
following the trip, san francisco has been kicking my ass. i vowed to play more, Q.O.A. style, remnant late 2007 evenings with dee, michael, and jason, but sometime between point a and point b sf started taking off more of its clothes...
seriously, the weather has been spectacular and the "high class problem" of constantly having too many choices of something to do is putting stress on my nerves i think. folsom street fair this year seemed to be quite a bit raunchier than in years passed. its probably because of the bird's eye view from the porn star party balcony where we had beads to adorn passing exhibitionists. its amazing what people will do for either a cheap plastic string of beads or a view of jason's cock.
BUT! at the same time, i feel like there were far less boobs to be seen at lovefest/loveparade/lovelution (seriously, decide on a fucking name). is this because it was so packed it was hard to see the boobs, or because people are concerned about sun exposure to the boobs? hard to say. shandy and i came up with a good idea next year for those who can't handle shitty house music. we will have synchronized playlists and wear headphones. dance to that. no one will notice. i like being in the sun with the people and dancing, i just don't want to listen to their shitty music is all.
yah. i also think that sf is desensitizing me to sex.
also, keep hanging around my neighborhood, friends, so that when i go out and do things we can run into eachother and chat like sf hipsters. i feel like this most embodies my inner child's idea of being a grown up.
also, i just found out syntithesis isn't a word, but i've been using it for like ten years. how come no one's corrected me? you've probably all just been laughing at me this whole time, huh? i knew i should have gone to college....
*devo*
also, i know with the widespread reach of this blog one of you has got to have an industrial design position, or know someone who does. please share.
i am contractually obliged to continue on my 17 part series about diana chow. #2) she drinks whiskey with the bois.
i think i'm supposed to say something about costa rica too. for those that don't know, mat, justine, kk, jason, annie, diana, luke, shandy, tanya, & i went to costa rica for my 28th. the trip was amazing, i was drunk and wet 80% of every day, we called it 'soaking man.' just like burning man, except more bugs and rain & less stinky hippies. i found that the trip was really good for me 'cause i fell in love with my friends again and i think i needed that. i plan on baking them all cookies and sending out loverly thank you notes. the only problem with that is that i love procrastination.
following the trip, san francisco has been kicking my ass. i vowed to play more, Q.O.A. style, remnant late 2007 evenings with dee, michael, and jason, but sometime between point a and point b sf started taking off more of its clothes...
seriously, the weather has been spectacular and the "high class problem" of constantly having too many choices of something to do is putting stress on my nerves i think. folsom street fair this year seemed to be quite a bit raunchier than in years passed. its probably because of the bird's eye view from the porn star party balcony where we had beads to adorn passing exhibitionists. its amazing what people will do for either a cheap plastic string of beads or a view of jason's cock.
BUT! at the same time, i feel like there were far less boobs to be seen at lovefest/loveparade/lovelution (seriously, decide on a fucking name). is this because it was so packed it was hard to see the boobs, or because people are concerned about sun exposure to the boobs? hard to say. shandy and i came up with a good idea next year for those who can't handle shitty house music. we will have synchronized playlists and wear headphones. dance to that. no one will notice. i like being in the sun with the people and dancing, i just don't want to listen to their shitty music is all.
yah. i also think that sf is desensitizing me to sex.
also, keep hanging around my neighborhood, friends, so that when i go out and do things we can run into eachother and chat like sf hipsters. i feel like this most embodies my inner child's idea of being a grown up.
also, i just found out syntithesis isn't a word, but i've been using it for like ten years. how come no one's corrected me? you've probably all just been laughing at me this whole time, huh? i knew i should have gone to college....
*devo*
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