Lemay St.

i'm writing this from the so-called airport in redmond, oregon. it's one of those places that makes you say to yourself "what strange and twisted series of events has brought me to THIS place?" you really have to see it to get the full impact of what i'm saying.


this weekend i spent an unusual amount of time at the hospital i was born in. last time i was there i'm pretty sure i peed all over my doctor. 27 years later and little has changed - i'm still peeing on people.


driving through reseda on the way to the hospital i realized i was exceptionally close to (one of) my childhood home(s). we also lived across the street from this particular house but this is the one where i remember becoming conscious of my existence and therefore is slightly more meaningful.



simi hasn't changed very much. those "skin industries" bro-pricks still take over the patio at TGI Fridays on...well...fridays. the streets are still freakishly wide. the cops are still intimidating and the MILFs are still trying to emulate their whorish daughters from behind the wheels of SUVs they really have no good reason to be driving. by brother in law still thinks god sent him to earth to consume energy as ineffieciently as possible. my mom is still neurotic. my sister still isn't pregnant and i still don't live there, both to the shagrin of my grandmother (e.g. 'pack your bags, we're going on a guilt trip'.)

what has changed? more stoplights, more driveways named after dead cops as well as abstract ideas like 'freedom' and 'liberty'. an extra lane on the 118. my favorite burrito is more expense and they've gotten damn stingy with the salsa which was disappointing. i also now find southern california sunlight oppressive.

i'm told i'll need be back there within a week. let's hope not.

take a look back

there's a lot of talk about obama's first one hundred days in office.

as much as i do like the man i thought it was important to look at things in a historical context and realize how arbitrary and inaccurate a measurement this can be.

self-awareness

if i've learned anything about myself it is the amazing extent to which i am totally willing to hang myself if it means i get to pull the door out from under an enemy, effectively taking them with me.

week ending 04/19/09

so you may notice that a week is missing from the half marathon training schedule. that's because i didn't train at all last week. my goal was 20 miles of which i ran exactly 0% of. here's the list of things i did instead:

• worked 65 hours.
• drove some friends to portland to see dr. dog on wednesday, forced them to eat del taco.
• got kinda drunk in a random tavern (in portland) and found out i was sitting next to a guy who went to the same school (Sherman Oaks Center for Enriched Studies which actually is in Reseda and relatively speaking, no where near Sherman Oaks) as me in 4th grade. he was a year behind me so we weren't classmates or anything but it was random. we talked about the bitter science teacher with skin cancer- mr. pugh (pronounced pew as in pee-yew).
• booked a ticket to go to Slimey in may.
• got my ass handed to me in scrabble. twice.
• skated down stone to jonathans house.
• ushered in spring with a late passover sader, 3 bottles of manechewitz and a hearty bonfire at golden gardens. jumped in the sound in my skiveys. fell asleep in the sand. twice.

additionally i would be remiss if i didn't say THAT IT IS FUCKING BEAUTIFUL TODAY!!!! omfg! wtfwjd? bbq.

notes from oblivion #7

if you thought as much about life as you do about money, you'd burn mill creek to the ground and drive your luxury sedan into the puge.

dear portland

until i met you i thought my heart would stay black forever.
the first time we danced i looked into your eyes and knew i wanted to stay in that moment forever.
i want to walk in the shadows of your twelve bridges and bask in the glow of your two dollar pints.
if i never know the thrill of your touch, if i never have you again,
if we never turn the interludes of affair into true love at least we'll have those nights.
and they'll mean more to me than anything ever will, ever again.

hel-fucking-lo

uhhhh why didn't anyone tell me that three mile pilot is back together and touring!

june 20th. hell fuck yes!