Going up to Big Sur for a night at a post Jade Fest hippie shindig.
This'll be the first time since I've been back in San Luis that I've even made it out anywhere to hike. Sure I don't have a car to get around, and public transportation from San Luis to Los Osos (ohh, I miss Montana De Oro) is minimal. But even if I did have a car, I wouldn't be able to take more than two or three hours out before I'd have to come back and get something or other done.
Well, Cow Poopy, you've stolen the last three weeks of my life from me. I'm making this weekend (well, tonight anyway) MINE!!!
I saw one of my dopplegangers this week. Apparently there are two other guys who look exactly like me. When I first heard about them, I figured, "Silly white people. Brown skin, long hair, and a goatee do not the same person make." But then I met one of them.
We're the same goddamned person!
'cept he's got Whitesnake hair, whereas I had Kurdt Cobain hair. (see creepy profile pic.) Anyway, the first thing he said when he saw me was, "<gasp> your hair!!" I wanted to say, "So what? Am I kicked out of the badass filipino club now?"
I fiiihiiihiihiinally made it to a radio station music meeting. I'd forgotten how awesome it is to sample new music without a computer or internet. To actually open up the jewel cases and read the liners. To be told about the band, rather than reading about it. There's something to be said about verbal communication. Not only is air vibrated and sensed, but there's just a little something that rides on the backs of the sound waves, that just isn't there when you read online zine reviews. Word of mouth.
Ah, the memories of that radio station. Now, there's only one guy I know. Everyone else.. pretty much they're all kids. I feel like a dirty old man. And then I remember that the ambient show and jazz show have professors for dj's, the latter of which carries the dj monicker, "Disgusting Old Hippie." I used to see him walk around campus talking to himself.
There's always someone above you and below you in the food chain.
Ach. I just found out that the Mars Volta is playing next weekend at the SB Bowl. But I have no way to get down there. Can't get tickets until I find a ride, and that show's the only one listed on their website. It might even be sold out as I write this. Poo.
OOh! I can post up an ad on the UU board! Joy!
I started watching the old MTV Maxx episodes again this week. I found the whole comics series too. I'm almost done with that. Craziness: That the story picks up in 2005, and Sara(h) is now 25? Creepy.
Soooo. Don't forget, you. Your job is still to find me crazy media (video, music, music videos) to put on my little stoney dvd. What? You forgot already? Just kidding. Like anyone reads this journal anyway. Get the 411, hon. You know, I got it goin' on.
Some more ideas that I had: Scion commericals and Aphex Twin's Windowlicker video.
This'll be the first time since I've been back in San Luis that I've even made it out anywhere to hike. Sure I don't have a car to get around, and public transportation from San Luis to Los Osos (ohh, I miss Montana De Oro) is minimal. But even if I did have a car, I wouldn't be able to take more than two or three hours out before I'd have to come back and get something or other done.
Well, Cow Poopy, you've stolen the last three weeks of my life from me. I'm making this weekend (well, tonight anyway) MINE!!!
I saw one of my dopplegangers this week. Apparently there are two other guys who look exactly like me. When I first heard about them, I figured, "Silly white people. Brown skin, long hair, and a goatee do not the same person make." But then I met one of them.
We're the same goddamned person!
'cept he's got Whitesnake hair, whereas I had Kurdt Cobain hair. (see creepy profile pic.) Anyway, the first thing he said when he saw me was, "<gasp> your hair!!" I wanted to say, "So what? Am I kicked out of the badass filipino club now?"
I fiiihiiihiihiinally made it to a radio station music meeting. I'd forgotten how awesome it is to sample new music without a computer or internet. To actually open up the jewel cases and read the liners. To be told about the band, rather than reading about it. There's something to be said about verbal communication. Not only is air vibrated and sensed, but there's just a little something that rides on the backs of the sound waves, that just isn't there when you read online zine reviews. Word of mouth.
Ah, the memories of that radio station. Now, there's only one guy I know. Everyone else.. pretty much they're all kids. I feel like a dirty old man. And then I remember that the ambient show and jazz show have professors for dj's, the latter of which carries the dj monicker, "Disgusting Old Hippie." I used to see him walk around campus talking to himself.
There's always someone above you and below you in the food chain.
Ach. I just found out that the Mars Volta is playing next weekend at the SB Bowl. But I have no way to get down there. Can't get tickets until I find a ride, and that show's the only one listed on their website. It might even be sold out as I write this. Poo.
OOh! I can post up an ad on the UU board! Joy!
I started watching the old MTV Maxx episodes again this week. I found the whole comics series too. I'm almost done with that. Craziness: That the story picks up in 2005, and Sara(h) is now 25? Creepy.
Soooo. Don't forget, you. Your job is still to find me crazy media (video, music, music videos) to put on my little stoney dvd. What? You forgot already? Just kidding. Like anyone reads this journal anyway. Get the 411, hon. You know, I got it goin' on.
Some more ideas that I had: Scion commericals and Aphex Twin's Windowlicker video.
wendy1:
hrm, never in stockton...