it's not you I'm looking at...

Happiness is a warm gun

2 hispanic men walking down Kalamath street. Their faces radiant, grinning ear to ear, slapping each other on the back like 8 year olds that just won the kickball game.
My theory on the reason? A big 24 pack of Tecate in their hands at 5 pm, quitting time.

What makes you that happy?

Interpol

Listening to Interpol is like watching Fight Club. It's full of pre-packaged thoughts that my generation (our generation, your generation) resonate with.

"I had seven faces thought i knew which one to wear
I'm sick of spending these lonely nights training myself not to care"

"The things you own end up owning you."

"Cuz friends don't waste wine when there's words to sell"

"How much can you know about yourself, you've never been in a fight?"

"She swears I'm a slave to the details
But if your life is such a big joke, why should I care?"

Driving behind a cement mixer

Driving behind a cement mixer today, I read the bumper sticker on the back; "Buy American". I start trying to figure out what that means. Does it mean give money to large American corporations so that the top 10% of the country can get richer than they already are? Probably not. Then I pull up and realize that it's a Volvo truck. Did Ford buy Volvo? Is that an American car now? And even if not, who knows, maybe there's a factory in the US, but still, what is it about? American patriotism? Supporting our own workers? Ensuring jobs stay in the US? I think (hope?) it's about supporting the smaller guy, the business owner that's maybe not in the top 10%, the guy around the corner. I think it should be "buy local".

Evan Dando

is losing his war on drugs. At least that's what I think. Maybe speed, maybe cocaine, but something. I want to tell you about the Evan Dando show tonight. Do you remember Evan? Do you remember the Lemonheads? Do you remember the I Hate Evan Dando movement? There were even bumper stickers.
I want to tell you that he looked like someone that I could have kicked out of my garage or who could have been holding a sign at speer and market or sleeping on that grate downtown, the one with all the steam coming out of it.

http://home.comcast.net/~evanlemon/biography.htm

http://www.chartattack.com/damn/2003/06/1307.cfm

More Proof

That the mustache is coming back. A little office competition from the people that decide what college students wear.

Take a look at the pictures, and check out the rules....

Oh yeah, baby....

(thanks for the link sean)

So long...

Goodbye mustache, the girls were fun, the laughs were better. Perhaps I'll see you again when I, swayed by popular fashion, am required to again bring you out into light of day.

For now we have but memories. Many of them posted here at long last, pictures from Donna's birthday party.

Overheard

...by Donna at a bar 2 of my mustachioed friends & I were at:

"Wow, mustaches are really coming back in, aren't they?"

eric clapton www.rockmine.music.co.uk/ Cream/Chr2.html www.quotesandsayings.com/

eric clapton
www.rockmine.music.co.uk/ Cream/Chr2.html

www.quotesandsayings.com/ gericclapton.htm

I'm pushing my grocery cart toward my car and I see him. Standing 2 cars down and immediately I know, just know, he'll be hitting me up for something. Sure enough, I open the hatch on my car and he says "hey, my girlfriend and I we've, well, we've hit a tough spot..."
I look at him and say, "you've picked the wrong guy" and the whole time I'm thinking, "I'm grocery shopping at 11 am, what's that tell you about my probable job status? I'm putting said groceries into a 1983 honda hatchback that is so beat other beat up cars honk at me as they pass, it's in the beat up car club. What makes you think I have "extra" money?"
His parting words to me?
"You look like Eric Clapton".
Great, I think, which Eric Clapton do I look like?