another monday finds be back at the office, parked in front of this terminal flattening my ass and waxing poetic about the weekend past. topping this week's charts is news that i made the print version of the august 2002 adult video news. i think seeing my name in print is pretty neat, even if the following pages feature such adult titles as caution: your azz is in danger and chocolate oral cravings. so if you want to put a little cream in your jeans, visit your neighborhood newsstand, pick up the latest copy of adult video news, and turn to page 247. and yes, i am pimping my own press coverage.
speaking of cream in your jeans, i met up with eric allen and rabbiteen (yoda says: a more righteous pair of dudes on this site you will not find) on friday nite to peep some trainwreck, featuring kg of tenacious d and lee, fan boy extrodinaire and webmaster of the tenacious d website. the band all rocked mullets and put on a good, albeit kind of brief, performance. cooler still, jack black was in the audience. at one point, he was so close to me that if i farted, he probably would have made a comment. speaking of my ass and things related to it, i'm pretty sure that this woman cupped my right buttock during the show as she squeezed past me. after the show we headed north to hollywood & highland to catch signs, the latest offering from m. night shymalan, and bemoan the mall-i-fication of america. the movie was great, i liked it even more than the sixth sense. in fact, i'm fashioning an aluminum foil hat to wear around the office right now so that upper management can't read my thoughts. signs is a kind of war of the worlds in an intimate setting, i think it would make a pretty good adaptation for the stage.
saturday was highlighted by a late breakfast of huevos rancheros at los burritos (a little nod to the D) and poorly practiced fiscal restraint at amoeba. special thanks to the checkout girl who looked at the contents of what i thought was treasure of the sierra madres starring humphrey bogart and discovering that what was inside was in fact an exercise video: sweating with cher. i did however purchase the latest offering from michael brecker, roy hargrove and herbie hancock, a live performance of their tribute to miles and trane; mark farina's latest, connect; les nubians release from 1998; and return of the marquis de sade from lalo schifrin. also at amoeba, i listened to the cuts on joe sample's latest release that feature lizz wright and was blown away by the richness of her voice.
woke up in the am on sunday (that's early for me) to hit up the farmer's market and get the very best in organic produce that southern california has to offer. fresh grapes, oranges, nectarines, basil, baby spinach. carrots, peas and an avocado is what i took home. dinner was a success and a disappointment. the fried rice was great with carrots, peas, basil, fried egg, rice and a little shoyu but the pork chops were a real failure. i tried marinating some chops over night with some salt, garlic, rosemary and alize but it just came out all wrong. between dinner and the farmer's market, i played 18 at woodley lakes in the valley. the swing is in good shape and i beat my personal best by one stroke. shooting a 13-over par 84. you can probably stop reading here if you don't want to be bored with a golf story. knowing that i only had to save par on the par-5 18th hole to beat my previous personal best, i hit a solid drive and laid up my first approach to the right rough. from there i shanked my second approach to the left of the green and hit an ugly-fat chip that didn't make it out of the fringe. in clutch form i struck a 35 foot putt that hung on the high side of the cup for a good three seconds before falling in and giving me a new personal best.
the week ahead looks pretty full already. in fact, how is it that i can count on one hand the number of days or evenings in august that i don't have anything planned? i guess i have to make the most of my opportunities to be spontaneous. how fucking lame does that sound?
speaking of cream in your jeans, i met up with eric allen and rabbiteen (yoda says: a more righteous pair of dudes on this site you will not find) on friday nite to peep some trainwreck, featuring kg of tenacious d and lee, fan boy extrodinaire and webmaster of the tenacious d website. the band all rocked mullets and put on a good, albeit kind of brief, performance. cooler still, jack black was in the audience. at one point, he was so close to me that if i farted, he probably would have made a comment. speaking of my ass and things related to it, i'm pretty sure that this woman cupped my right buttock during the show as she squeezed past me. after the show we headed north to hollywood & highland to catch signs, the latest offering from m. night shymalan, and bemoan the mall-i-fication of america. the movie was great, i liked it even more than the sixth sense. in fact, i'm fashioning an aluminum foil hat to wear around the office right now so that upper management can't read my thoughts. signs is a kind of war of the worlds in an intimate setting, i think it would make a pretty good adaptation for the stage.
saturday was highlighted by a late breakfast of huevos rancheros at los burritos (a little nod to the D) and poorly practiced fiscal restraint at amoeba. special thanks to the checkout girl who looked at the contents of what i thought was treasure of the sierra madres starring humphrey bogart and discovering that what was inside was in fact an exercise video: sweating with cher. i did however purchase the latest offering from michael brecker, roy hargrove and herbie hancock, a live performance of their tribute to miles and trane; mark farina's latest, connect; les nubians release from 1998; and return of the marquis de sade from lalo schifrin. also at amoeba, i listened to the cuts on joe sample's latest release that feature lizz wright and was blown away by the richness of her voice.
woke up in the am on sunday (that's early for me) to hit up the farmer's market and get the very best in organic produce that southern california has to offer. fresh grapes, oranges, nectarines, basil, baby spinach. carrots, peas and an avocado is what i took home. dinner was a success and a disappointment. the fried rice was great with carrots, peas, basil, fried egg, rice and a little shoyu but the pork chops were a real failure. i tried marinating some chops over night with some salt, garlic, rosemary and alize but it just came out all wrong. between dinner and the farmer's market, i played 18 at woodley lakes in the valley. the swing is in good shape and i beat my personal best by one stroke. shooting a 13-over par 84. you can probably stop reading here if you don't want to be bored with a golf story. knowing that i only had to save par on the par-5 18th hole to beat my previous personal best, i hit a solid drive and laid up my first approach to the right rough. from there i shanked my second approach to the left of the green and hit an ugly-fat chip that didn't make it out of the fringe. in clutch form i struck a 35 foot putt that hung on the high side of the cup for a good three seconds before falling in and giving me a new personal best.
the week ahead looks pretty full already. in fact, how is it that i can count on one hand the number of days or evenings in august that i don't have anything planned? i guess i have to make the most of my opportunities to be spontaneous. how fucking lame does that sound?
colette:
I'll be your friend...not to mention I love fine wines...though I prefer Super Tuscans and the love affair that is good food...cooking is a pleasure...like sex...all hot and steamy in the kitchen...mmmm
