Wednesday night was [Yellow Jersey Night] number two, I had missed number one for no good reason. I met my brother and sister in law there, after some convincing. Not only did we get to drink and eat with a very large group of people who were as insane as we are (triathletes - it was an LA Tri Club event), but the whole thing benefited [C Different], a charity for blind athletes. I bought a good deal of raffle tickets, and ended up going home with a good deal of swag. New Rudy Project Limited Edition Tour De France sunglasses! Sweet!
Friday I managed to haul my ass into work on the bike. More on that another time. [ 7/17/2004 07:04:07 PM ] [  ]
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
Relationships. You meet someone, go out a few times, do all the standard stuff. Movies, dinner, the usual. Right? Wrong. The standard model is far too one-size-fits all. It's no wonder that so many people are in unhappy relationships. A long time ago I started to realize that The Standard Model wasn't for me. And since then I've noticed some things about the relationships I've been in, and what those things say about who I am and what kind of people I'm attracted to. Needless to say, meeting the kinds of women I should find myself with isn't easy. They don't grow on trees ya know. But occasionally you find yourself talking to a complete stranger and finding out that something you didn't need yesterday you need today. And tomorrow.
In the age of globalization however, that doesn't always mean what you need is close by. And that's frustrating. Suddenly you find someone you really like and appreciate, but they are out of reach.
You just have to find ways to make it work. [ 7/14/2004 06:20:08 PM ] [  ]
Monday, July 12, 2004
Pen and ink
Package waiting... London address? The label clued me in. Maja came through! The squishy envelope tore without resistance, promo flyers for stages long gone peek out. Out comes the shirt, and the package within a package - a CD. I go for the CD, peeling away wrapping.... Seeing it's not wrapping. It's notes. It's the deconstruction of the next album, the words staring back through the wrinkles of the circular file:
You can tell she's hydrolic A scream in supersonic You can see the mercury smear in her eyes
Now that's special. And I finally have the [Jared CD] - which is very good - and the long sought FUCK ART LETS KILL shirt. [ 7/12/2004 08:53:29 PM ] [  ]
Shay is so getting her butt whupped for that. [ 7/12/2004 05:01:13 PM ] [  ]
Plane, trains, and...
It started in the parking garage of the MTA Gateway building. I ran with two packs down through Union Station and to the train. 11 hours later I made it into Oakland only to find that there was no BART station at Jack London Square. That resulted in a bus ride across downtown Oakland, which at 10pm on a Sunday was surprisingly quiet.
20 minutes of BART later, I emerged on familiar ground at Powell & Market in San Francisco. So that was driving to downtown, followed by train bus train.
A few days later Apple bused us all to and from Cupertino, another bus.
And on Friday, BART followed by the Cute Acura Taxi Service (don't ask) and then Southwest to Burbank. When I got to Burbank I found out that the MTA trains to downtown stopped running at 6pm.
Because, I guess, no one needs to take a train after 6pm. That lead to calling Jim and Patty to pick my ass up, a trip to Black Angus, and much eating of overwhelming dishes before we made it back to Gateway to get the car.
For the whole trip, that was just about every kind of transportation save for a boat. Damn. [ 7/12/2004 04:46:33 PM ] [  ]