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*
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