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

Talk about Kinky...

Donna and her girlfriend - oh yeah, and the band Kinky....

It was a great show, those that missed it, well, you shouldn't have. Those that don't know the band from Northern Mexico, should check them out. Tons of fun.

More pictures (pretty easy to see that Donna had the camera and which one she liked best...)

What?!

Today I realized something that really freaked me out. We've got no tortillas in the house!

The F word

It just gets nothing but more popular, doesn't it?

Read this very amusing legal defense of someone using it. Even more fun because it was written by a friend of mine's friend.

Plus, I can't wait until the next time I'm pulled over by a cop....

Listening to...

Spiritualized live in Denver. Thanks to the folks at indierocklive.com.

Don't want to be a resin ball

Resin balls I made in Jr. High shop class. Good old Mr. Ensor. One of my favorite things from the plastics semester. You take these thin glass containers - almost like a christmas bulb of clear glass- fill them with this liquid acrylic and the dye color of your choice. Then add just a few drops of catalyst and wait. A few hours later, the catalyst having done it's job hardens the plastic and you wrap it in a paper towl and gently bang it against the workbench breaking off the glass container. They're beautiful things. Takes me right back to 7th grade.

Seems like we all have catalyst moments in our lives. We catalyze on religion, schooling, foods we like, styles of all kinds, get stuck forever frozen in time.
A friend of mine said of religion, "I think by the time we're in our later 20's we've asked all the questions, we've had all those arguments and we've just sort of answered those issues for ourselves." I think she's right. At some point, the religious liquid hardens and sticks and we don't really change much from there. I think we don't allow ourselves to change, question, or "grow" if you will.
Same with styles. Look at all those people stuck in whatever moment they felt the coolest. Long hair perhaps, maybe short. Beard, no beard. Leg warmers, capri pants, baseball caps, flip flops, whatever the preference, stuck. Stuck in the 70's, the 80's, or still hanging on to grunge.
Then look at those people that don't seem to catalyze. You know that older stylish couple you see out downtown. The ones still taking college courses, or just now learning to snowboard. Those rare "old dogs" that can still learn new tricks. That's who I want to be. I don't want to be a resin ball collecting dust on some shelf.

A-ha

Seems like when I have epiphanies they are so obvious it's embarassing to even call them epiphanies.
I'm so kiss the ground happy that I didn't have kids when I was in a situation where I could have, that it makes it really hard for me to even think about kids now. Realizing how horrible a decision it would have been to have them then and how thankful I am now that I didn't makes me associate it as a bad decision in general. I certainly realize things are very different now and it's definitely not logic - but it's hard to shake that feeling.

Not immune

Up again in the middle of the night staring at the ceiling.

I'm fond of saying that I don't have an addictive personality. It's generally true. Right now I've got the worst kind of addiction, both biological and psychological.

Neighborhood

Exciting stuff, walked to the new Asian fusion restaurant in my neighborhood tonight, Spicy Basil. Had some peanut curry that was delicious. I think my only complaint is it's a little higher priced than my other 2 favorite thai places in town, Thai Basil and Tommy's Thai. But it's close, real close.
After walked over to what could be my new favorite bar, hi-dive. Definitely within stumbling distance. Tonight was a little shaky, it could use some work inside, but we'll see, they've only been open a couple of weeks....

Deep

The lyrics to this song crack me up.

"i really love your hairdo yeah
i'm glad you like mine too
see what looking pretty cool
will get ya"

Acid

For some reason I've had a bad case of nervous stomach lately. It's driving me crazy. Wake up at 3 am, can't sleep, stomach hurts. I don't understand it. Very unlike me. And all day today, nervous stomach. Argh.
What's going on?