i had the pleasure of being served by an angry hair mistress

what a joy it was today, to have my hair coifed by an angry girl in the castro! my first proper (> $10) haircut in years was not dissapointing to say the least... this girl worked me, constantly admonishing me not to move my head because it was fucking with her motions. so i got yelled at a lot, and i enjoyed it, because it is fun to be manhandled by a young lori petty-circa-point break type. beautiful blue eyes that almost drowned me though... i wish a set of circumstances presented itself where it would be prudent to jump out of an airplane with no parachute for you. apparently thats the only way to get through to you people.

NEWS FLASH...... an englishman offered me a ticket to the football match tommorrow between the 49ers and the Football Giants of New York.... i look forward to an afternoon of beers and nihilistic debauch.

i have been afflicted yet again!

those blasted parasites have found me again! actually, there is no proof of the parasitic element, but there is a romantic tinge to the thought that parasites find me a rather affable host. so here's to you! actually, this stomach flu isnt all that bad -- you get to sleep instead of work, and i seem to be losing weight. i highly recommend this to young hollywood starlets and rosie o'donnel.

this is my first blog entry, and i have to say, it's a bit strange writing a would be journal for the masses. in theory, this form should allow me to divulge my inner workings (and intestinal linings apparently) to a captive audience, but in reality i am feeling a bit shy. perhaps it was my strict catholic upbrining, or my puritanical tendencies. it's hard to decipher all of this at once.

San Luis Obispo Napkins

Back in 2004 me and S. Tanasse left work at 3pm to catch Calexico play in San Luis Obispo.

Looking back, I remember the slight look of disappointment in his eyes when I invited myself along. I could tell I would be an imposition, taking away from his one on one time with his german tapes. But I sensed that we could be long time pals and that a little bonding would go a long way. I was right! We rolled down to San Luis Obispo, caught the show, and woke up the following morning at like 500am to come back in time for a remarkably useless 9am meeting.

The show was incredible -- a small venue to see one of my favorite bands around. Neko Case opened and while she was pretty awesome and most indie rocker guys were creaming their jea

ns over her, i decided to retreat. i headed upstairs to the bar to write out some central coast musings. As is my style, I sipped a beer and attacked a cocktail napkin with some thoughts. I wrote one poem and one rant ... i came across this napkin recently and decided to post the contents here...

Happy New Year to everyone!

Soledad

It's nights like these,
Full bars in cool Central Coast towns.

It's nights like these,
Warmed by cut rate gin and a pitcher of Stout.

It's nights like these,
Alone at the bar, I look for you.

And it's on nights like these,
Distance and Time pour through me,
A freezing pint of ice water,
A cold draft of Soledad.

San Luis Obispo, July 13, 2004
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Untitled.

SLO: Hipsters and low cut jean wearing honeys.
Tattooed small town girls who grew up barefoot on milk
cartons. Beach cruiser bicycles with built in foliage.


Small town incest is seeping through the Gucci pores
of this town. You can smell LA nearby and it smells
like rotten sunshine beaming through last week's
celebrity sightings. Junipero Serra could not have
seen this coming. He could not have imagined tattooed
tits pouring out of caramel halter tops. Were his
toils for naught? Hundreds of years of genocide, for
this? The Central Coast should be ashamed.

San Luis Obispo, July 13, 2004