the willing

June 27, 2004

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that’s all i have to say.

read the latest issue of giant robot. there’s this incredible article by david choe. i guess he was in jail in japan for 3 and a half months and now he’s found god.

crazy.

i will never be able to afford real estate in the pacific heights area of SF. but a man can dream.

what’s the huge house on gough and jackson? ian?

i find amusement in watching the last few minutes of an ebay auction.


oh man

June 25, 2004

monkey head will be the death of me.

only one more stamp!

you can chew me in two.


my hero

June 17, 2004

this man is my hero

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welcome to the real world

June 17, 2004

looks like i’ve gotten myself a real job. with a salary and benefits.

beginning of the end? i think so.

turns out the calmail people have a sense of humor


let’s go plaster!

June 16, 2004

spent the last several days down in san diego. mostly for doug’s graduation. partly because i go nuts when i’m in riverside.

day 1
just when i thought i was done with those damn things. it was warm, sunny, long, boring, and not very good. and they wouldn’t let him leave early either. and boo to no reception. come on, i want free champagne!

dinner with doug’s dad. and nancy. doug’s dad’s…i have no idea. i don’t ask these things most of the time. sheena and reina were there too. had drinks in downtown sd at some bar before dinner. called ‘lime.’ melon marguerita on the rocks? took forever with the nachos. went to borders and looked for waldo. he’s easier to find nowadays.

restaurant’s packed. nancy’s daughter and her bf are there too. we stand around and decided to wait around in the bar. jack and coke. purple haze. doug gets a heavy manhattan. let the good times roll. beforehand, doug’s dad proceeds to say to everyone “let’s go plaster!” hilarity ensues. this feels oddly surreal. Buca di Beppo’s i think? lots of food. i feel like a whale. doug’s dad and nancy want to go clubbing and dancing. i’m up for it but then it’d be a repeat oft that one night at the starlight room in sf. ya know, dancing 30-50 year olds. the rest of us are tired and want to sleep.

again, surreal. now i feel old.

alcohol summary: actually, it was a mandarin margarita. jack and coke. some of sheena’s purple haze.
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fortune cookies

June 10, 2004

the various fortunes from fortune cookies i’ve collected over the years:

our first and last love is…self-love 🙂 (it really has the smiley)

remember to share good fortune as well as bad with your friends.

you are a perfectionist. don’t spoil it.

you have a reputation for being straight forward and honest.

your mind is creative, original, and alert.

you are going to have a very comfortable old age.

you should be able to undertake and complete anything.

when winter comes heaven will rain success on you.

adversity makes one stronger.

—–

i want to write a fortune cookie with one word.

BULLSHIT.


awww fuck

June 5, 2004

goddamn, i’m tired. i just finished bottling the beer that’ll hopefully be ready in a couple of weeks. but i didn’t siphon enough from the glass carboy so i was actually a box of bottles short (12x20oz). so i could either siphon it again and bottle it (but it’d be lacking the priming sugar for the secondary fermentation (and carbonation). that equals flat beer. i could have used table sugar instead but that can lead to some weird flavors and i didn’t know the right proportions of table sugar for less than five gallons of beer so there’s a good chance that i’d hear the sounds of exploding beer bottles in a few days.

wow. beer geek speak.

i’d like to blog what’s been on my mind but then sheena would say “no! bad patrick!” so i won’t. but if you’re a pretty good friend, i might tell you in person.

damn, i thought this shit was going to be over with.

i spent some time today in waders. i was digging around strawberry creek looking for crayfish to show off to kindergarteners. too bad this was the first time i was doing this. so i didn’t catch any.

but it’s alright, the sun was shining.