Tuesday, August 13, 2002

this morning: listened to slant 6's soda pop * rip off for the first time in a while while driving in to work.

this evening: going out to dinner with my dad

this weekend: gypsy party in long beach. it was at this annual party, last year, that i met the hedgehog (ron jeremy).

next weekend: sunset juction festival. 2 days in my hood featuring: sonic youth, mary wilson, sleater kinney, the lords of altamont, arlo, and max, matt and i giving out free mohawks in front of destroy all music on sunset.

the weekend after that: my friend dan's wedding in philly.

what the fuck? comments don't work. i'm on it people.

Monday, August 12, 2002

q:
a: not much. i was working most of the time. well, on saturday at least. came in to work at 9 am, left at 6:30. came in at 9 on sunday too, but then realized that my boss was there and left after an hour. you see, i came in for two reasons. the first is that i lost all my money last weekend in las vegas, playing roulette and casino war, and i desperately needed some overtime in order to make rent --

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a: yeah, but what can you do? it was a lot of fun at least. i had never been to vegas before. anyway so the second reason was that they're upgrading the dubbing room at work and in order to replace downtime during the week the powers that be decided to have the engineers come in on the weekend and do the real serious plugging and unplugging of all the wires, etc., on the weekend. and they needed someone to let these guys in and lock up when they were done. so i volunteered. i needed the money.

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a:ok, so my boss was there, and i can't waste time as efficiently when he's here, and i was tired, and i wanted to have some time off this weekend, so i got the hell out of there and called some friends (woke them up, sorry bout that) and tried to get them to come out to the beach. couldn't get them going, so i went back to the east side of town (20 min drive) to bother them and throw a football at them while they were sleeping in order to wake them up. which pissed my firend matt off because he was dreaming about this tank that he had which had been stolen by a crazed biker gang and he had come to a sit-down meeting to find out where his tank was so he could get it back and just then i throw a football at him and wake him up and he never finds out where his tank was, or gets it back.. this pissed him off for the rest of the day, this missing tank, and had i woken him up 5 minutes later I'm convinced my sunglasses would still be in one piece.

q:
a: yes, my sunglasses.

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a: well we eventually got to the beach at 2 or so, after numerous stops (getting food, renting a surfboard, juggling cars, picking people up, etc. just stupid shit). and we get to the beach and. actually what's cool is that i sucessfully stood up on a surfboard for the first time.

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a:thanks. i could have done better if the waves were better and i get some more practice, but still, i'm pretty proud of myself. and i'm a much more effective paddler now that I've been using my pull-up bar and excer-

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a: oh yeah, sorry. actually, i'm not sure how it happened. matt, still retaining some anger from the tank incident, decided it was time for sand wrastling or something, and started whipping me with my t-shirt. and i get pissed (i wasn't in the mood for sand wrastling. it's a rare mood, often brought on by tank-anger) and somehow my glasses come off and after the wrastling i pull them out of the sand and they're broken. which sucks, because i really liked those sunglasses.

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a:well, you know the cover of the 'best of the velvet underground & nico' cd where they're all wearing sunglasses? that has always been my personal benchmark for sunglasses cool. since i got that album, probably. when i buy sunglasses, that's what i want them to look like. i'm not the only one who has this particular sunglasses/album cover relationship, i'll have you know. i'm no freak. and only once had i gotten sunglasses more velvets-cool than these, and that was from a vendor on the streets of rome, and for $5. and that's never going to happen again. but these sunglasses, they were -- well, you know those old-folks, glaucoma wraparound glasses?

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a:ok, these were like those, but sort of updated for the millineum. sleeker. with actual frames, while retaining the full-eye protection from harmful uv rays. and they're polarized, so if you tilt your head from left to right certain things, like car windows and other polarized glass, change brightness. which i always liked. sort of monochrome-psychedellic. and so boxy-weird-velvets that i loved them.

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a: at the last k-mart before the entrance to joshua tree national park. i realized i had no sunglasses for 2 days caming, and i needed something, so i go in, and there they were. i was in love. but not in love enough to go back there for another pair.

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a: i forget. around $12.95. not much.

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a: actually, i did, a month and a half ago. it was during the walkmen tour. we stopped at a strip mall, for water and sundries, and walt, the keyboardist, comes out with almost the exact same pair.

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a: well, they were like the newer model or something. like i had the 2k1 model, and he scored the 2k2s. i guess he has similar sunglass taste. we also share an appreciation of dub reggae (augustus pablo, king tubby, etc.)

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a: actually, they probably do. but i haven't been to a k-mart in la for a long time. there just aren't too many. it's like "strip malls, strip malls everywhere, but no k-mart in sight." and i'm still pretty broke.

q:
a: yeah, but i won't get that check till friday, and I'm worried that my rent check will bounce, so I'm trying to spend as little money as possible. haven't you read my blog at all?

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a: that's right, i didn't ok here goes: no money spent friday or saturday, except gas used. then on sunday, $4 for a sausage sandwich, $2 for a pint of apple-cherry-pomagranate juice, $9 for dinner, then $3 for a late night flapjack. and i think i spent another $5 in there somewhere.

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a: yeah, but i had worked all weekend, raking in overtime, etc. it's better than the hundreds of dollars i blew in vegas the previous weekend. i'm not worried.