Published on
June 27, 2007 in
Dreams.
I woke up this morning and it went like this and this. It had something to do with a retired baseball player. Or at least I figured he was. But he was our friend. The last thing he said to me was “you can do anything if you believe you can.” So I got up at 7:10 instead of hitting snooze for 30 minutes. I made oatmeal, cleaned the kitchen, took a shower, ate a plum. I really think this is what he wanted for me. To feel good about getting up and going to work.
“Hand shaking can signal a greeting, farewell, agreement, acknowledgment, respect, or closure of an arrangement.”
It doesn’t sound as legit as it did in my half asleep logic. I felt, at that moment, the universe and I were ready. I wasn’t ready to fight fires, save babies, or cure cancer. But I could make oatmeal.
I wish I could say it was like this, but it was more like this.
Published on
June 26, 2007 in
Beer.
Soup Nazi
Stuffed Sandwich brought it. Avery line up on tap. Mind blowing. When the Knives said it was like soup nazi, they meant it. Not to say it isn’t way legit. “No Food? No Beer!” I feel you. It isn’t a bar. The pictures of Reagan. Not so much. That being said, I am clearly returning for Christmas in July. (Side Note: who wants to go?!)
Stuffed Sandwiches
Alright, the review. Food was legit. Straight up veggie burger. The best part was the horseradish. The “freedom fries” (a.k.a. air fries) were way delicious. But that’s clearly second to the real reason we came.
Avery on tap. I know. You can’t believe it. I couldn’t either, but it did. Hog’s Heaven on tap. So cold. So smooth. We were a bit late in the month so we missed the more rare beers. But it was still really cool to see Reverend, Hog’s Heaven, and Salvation on tap.
Thirteen
We got to chatting before we left. Long story short. I bought Avery’s Thirteen ($9.95/9.5%). I’m a bit behind on this review (one year, Fourteen is very delicious as well). Part of their yearly anniversary offerings. Thirteen is a cross between a Weiss and Dopplebock. If this is lost on you. Join the club. Don’t let this stop you. (Side Note: I have never tried an Avery I didn’t like. Even that dark imperial strong stuff.) Back to Thirteen. It’s about as tasty as they come. Similar to their line up, this tastes very much like toffee. Not sweet, but thick and crisp. It’s complex. All thick and rich, but sweet and crisp. (Laura’s analyses : “It’s like banana bread. It’s sweet, but it still tastes like bread. Molasses.”)
Published on
June 26, 2007 in
Future.
I have been saving this for a rainy day. It is the dirty secrets. The nothingness.
I want you to come to the next level with me. This involves taking big risks. Challenging each other. Becoming better together.
I have been finding new outlets of critique. [1][2] They have informed me on a new level. Sometimes it takes a new view on a situation to move things along. I am constantly trying to revise/refine. I try to work on this everyday. I have invested myself heavily in this project. With time and money, but also with all my love. In the future, feel free to contact me directly with your concerns or questions.
Finally, I am also convinced, but cannot prove, that we humans have an instinct to collaborate, and that we have rational reasons for collaborating. I am convinced that ultimately this rationality and this instinct of collaboration will prevail over the shortsighted egoistic and aggressive instinct that produces exploitation and war. Rationality and instinct of collaboration have already given us large regions and long periods of peace and prosperity. Ultimately, they will lead us to a planet without countries, without wars, without patriotism, without religions, without poverty, where we will be able to share the world. Actually, maybe I am not sure I truly believe that I believe this; but I do want to believe that I believe this.
–Carlo Rovelli
So what does the future hold? The future is filled with incredible people who all want to work together forever. That is also the present and the past. People finding each other. Connecting. That’s how we found each other. Don’t you remember? Now we are in this together.
So, let’s all breath and remember what this is about… collaboration… peace… you and me.
I can’t get enough. The music. The jamz. The WU! Dance Party 2002. OK! Here’s a life lesson (#4): LIFE IS CYCLICAL. You find yourself. In your new shoes. Your new persona. You feel legit. You always do. AND you love it. So, your in it (How much does Garden State suck? … it’s the Sufjan of movies, you like it, but it cheapens your existence)… Tonight, we were visiting, then the past comes back. Life is put into a new perspective. I can’t help but put myself into the lowest common denominator. FIRST, I hate to think I am better than anyone else. I mean, I do it, think it, but I am eternally bummed out about it. How could I know more than anyone? I forget my sister’s birthday, I mess up, lose friends, say the WRONG thing… I am a constant foot in the mouth. It’s a bummer.
I have always wanted an eternal perspective. The eternal transcendence. No matter what. Punk Rock. Conservative Christian. It’s the “eternal” perspective. Whether it be heaven, or the cosmos. I want to be like Bucky. I don’t want to fight for religion, or politics, just eternity.
So, long story short. The website is back online. Originally I felt ashamed about the circumstances, but I feel mostly angry about it now. It just took forever and cost me $46.99 more than it should have. (Dolla dolla billz y’all!) That being said. I’m sorry everyone. But now, to the future…
prescottfamily.org is coming in a big way. We have big plans. Big dreams. Small hopes. That’s all I can say about this for now. TOP SECRET.
It may come as a surprise, but I am more of a designer than some code guru. (Not a surprise.) Suffice it to say I don’t really know much javascriptness. Today I came across Prototype and script.aculo.us. (Way legit!) Both have the potential to help me pimp out these here pages to Olympic heights.
Then Alisha sends me this.
You know it’s all that. But I miss my friends and love those who are around chillin’. New friends, potential new friends. Beer barons. I ran out of deo-derant. And I mean, it’s fine. Work is in AC. After work is in the warm LA nights. Warm smoggy LA. San Gabriel Valley. LA wannabe’s. It’s so weird. You are in “LA”, but not really. You don’t feel like you are.
There is this unseen gap. Like a demographic. There are newer strip mallz here. That’s the big difference. There isn’t as many established strips like there are in the real “LA”. Not like established historic like New England (Shili), but sort of. (I just ended it with a preposition, but whatever. It’s about the story telling. It’s the kids, the insane, the crap. The salt of the earth. The real people. They get it. Read Kurt V. He knows it. It’s the insane man (or woman) calling for Kilgore Trout. Sex shops. Science Fiction. Yeah, the writing is poor, but they said it. They deal with the real issues, the UNIVERSE.)
Published on
June 4, 2007 in
Photo.
Lately I’ve been spreading my interests between “writing” posts for Tumblr, the front page, we enjoy links, etc. and have neglected my home. I recently posted an interview. Though a step in the right direction, I mostly wrote it weeks ago. Great things I’ve read lately: this interview. Michael Cera came back into my life. This is one of those slow news days though.
Addendum “Why I want to see Knocked Up”:
Good reviews from Chase, Jon, Dalas V., Liz is working, Willow, Digg, and BuzzFeed.
