The good news is that I’m working on a schedule, so that means I’ll be more routine about things like, I don’t know, updating my blog..?

Over the past 8 years I’ve had sort of a spirit animal that I see from time to time.

I was not born on third and thought I hit a triple. I’ve spent the majority of my life living in the suburbs. But my parents gave me some great batting gloves and some good advice: Work hard, take chances and aim for the fences. Which brings me to my first notion.

I moved to CA without knowing a soul out here and made the best of it. That was the chance I took. I worked hard to afford a modest place in Silverlake. That was the effort I put in. And my reward is being able to walk, bike and metro my way around LA. So in all of those great adventures, I always see my spirit animal.

My spirit animal isn’t a coyote, snake or California condor. It’s a flea. Or rather, it is Flea. I see him everywhere I go. When I surf (same break I surf), at the Dodger game, in Silverlake(mere blocks from his music conservatory), riding his motorcycle(same bike I’ve been eyeing for years), etc.

So I’m stoked knowing that an international rock star and I have so much in common. It also inspires me to work harder, which means more rewards and better life.

So thanks, Mike. Thanks for being around.

And now I’ll have 3 times the responsibility. here and here too. Not to mention the tumblr. Crap I set high expectations…

As I try fried chicken livers for the first time in my life, not too bad might I add, I sit alone at a quartz bartop.

I’ve been in West Des Moines, IA for 10 days now. It’s been quite a trip but I’m seriously missing some LA. And someone in LA.

A few more days and I’ll be back, but it’s still a while from now.

Hopefull I can get back into this blogging thing more regularly. I like doing it, just never find the time. And right now, I’m made of time. And I’m made of fried Midwest food.

Maybe someday when I impulsively read a book about money I’ll immediately impulsively start saving it. Or instead, I’ll impulsively go to Bali (Now that I can SCUBA dive, of course)

Just impulsively downed a beer. It’s a weekday. I have work tomorrow. I don’t even (gasp) like IPAs that much.

I love speaking Spanish. I love bouncy balls. What I am not so fond of are hispanic eleven year old girls that weigh as much or more than me overweight girls who throw bouncy balls everywhere in a laundromat inches from a poor guy’s face, just trying to read a book. Her advantage was that her father looked like Tobias Fünke. Him or Ghandi.

2 beers. Who knows? Maybe I was thirsty.

The positive side of all this impulsiveness is that I tend to take a lot of pictures and videos. Sometimes I even post those pictures and videos. Sometimes I even get so impulsive that I buy a domain name and start a tumblr and try to self-publish those things. That lasts about 25 minutes and then I realize I’m late for work or something in the kitchen/bathroom/bedroom/window is beckoning me. Then I’m lost. Completely derailed from my train of thought. Completely led askew from my visions of grandeur.

But then.

For a brief, fleeting moment, I decide. I’ll push through. I’ll post those pictures. I’ll write a few sentences. I’ll put those videos on my computer and create folders to store them in.

That moment…

…Just happened.

Three beers.

Never thought I’d say this before but my printer makes an excellent coaster.

Some really good improv jazz at Kneebody. The Blue Whale is an excellent venue as well. Top left corner, in case you were searching for it.

A sweet little start up called Montë Mar. Good mix of California/Phoenix(band)/Two Door Cinema Club/Local Natives sound. I know the guy who engineered their EP, so he let me in on this secret.

And always a classic, Steel Panther. They have a new song, 17 Girls in a Row. They also had Corey Feldman on stage. Things got a bit touchy when they started in on some MJ jokes. “You know, someone died recently…” Feldman said, agitated and shrinking.

Be on the lookout for a new video and a tumblr called Normal Burns; a photoessay dedicated to Normal Avenue and Burns Avenue and the junk left on both streets.

I don’t think I’ve had a better week in a long time. Jalama, running, guitar, domains… Way too much fun.

Not sure if I’m going to register a bowl ethereal yet, but I think it has the potential of a Japanese jockey.

Gonna revive this blog. You. Just. Watch.

Getting pretty stoked for the Haunted Hayride in Griffith Park again this year. Last year was a blast. And there was a magician in a strait jacket with an astronaut helmet on stilts. Yeah, pretty mindblowing.

GO SEE JOHN LEGUIZAMO. I don’t think I could have any other better advice for anyone. Got the blues? Go see Johnny Legs. Out of work? Go see Johnny Legs. Got terminal cancer? Go see Johnny Legs. If you absolutely love theater and broadway, don’t see this. If you can’t stand theater and consider broadway when you take the long route and ask for directions just another street, go see this.

Getting it together. One post at a time.

It’s called Temporary Solutions.

Enjoy

No new videos for a while because the MBP is failing at video cards lately.

No new album yet because I don’t have the time.

Watch the news. Chances are I’m making it. Well, transmitting at least..