i’ve never engraved any of my ipods b/c it would kill the inevitable resell value. i’m a sellout like that.
here’s a list of actual rejected iPod engravings and my personal favorite:
via jeffisageek
Monthly Archive for November, 2007
i have the oldest blog on the internet except for raymi and tony and maybe sean.ok so maybe four years of blogging isnt the longest on the internet but i’ve definitely been blogging longer than stonebraker and at least half of the cool kids.
the moral of this post is that you should respect your elders…damn kids.
two years ago today on this little blog:
“getting one’s depends in a bunch”
and
thanksgiving in bakersfield was so incredible. each year my mom finds a way to out-due-herself, this year was no exception.
leanne and brandon are all married and shit and went to brandon’s parents on thursday, so we celebrated all together on Friday. everyone was there and even the buster could feel the thanksgiving-love.
here are a few photos from the day. as always click to supersize-the-lovin.
my mom placed these glass bunches of grapes on each of the antique crystal place-settings. after my dad prayed (i didnt close my eyes), my mom told us that each of us could take the grapes from our setting and place them on the empty platter in the center of the table. once all the pieces were in place, the centerpiece was complete. doing so symbolized that without each one of us being there, the table’s centerpiece would have been incomplete. i made a mental note to tear up about this later in the day.
some how i always figure out a way to not make it into any of the photos from any event. this is most likely due to the fact that i am always the one w/ the camera. so instead of a photo of myself, i always photograph a candle to remind my mom that i was there and that i am the light of the world—like baby jesus.
also, buster chose laine as his favorite person to sit with after dinner.
laine’s sweater was black and hair-free before buster sat with her on the couch. this was not the case when she left.
good times.
i really should just start a buster-only blog. onelonelybuster.com?
it’s slowly beginning to feel like autumn in SoCal and i decided that buster needed a sweatshirt. from the pictures i took i can’t decide if he a.) loves it or b.) feels like a total homo in it. either way it’s blog material for me and i’m the pack leader.
click on the images for the supersized version.
oh and yes that is/was my bedspread.
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enjoy “home” from the latest foo fighter’s album
“Wish I were with you, I couldn’t stay.
Every direction leads me away.
Pray for tomorrow, but for today all I want is to be home.”
When I came home for lunch today buster was waiting for me…with fuzz in his mouth. My bedspread uses this fuzz as a filler. Buster loves my bedspread.
i’ll let you fill in the other details for yourself.
so during the thanksgiving break, laine and i burned it up on guitar hero.
she’s amazingly better than i am.
once this became clear, i gave her the job of beating tom morello so that new songs would be unlocked for me to play. i have no shame.
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so i was browsing through my itunes library and found this random ‘jewel’ album amongst the cool music.
“why the hell do i have this album?” i asked myself.
scrolling through the tracklist, i found the song “down so long” and i remember exactly why i own this bland-radio-friendly album.
it was the summer of 2001 and my girl and i were in vegas for a vacation away from everything but each other.
we’ve never needed anything less than one another to have a good time. we had no need for expensive shows, risky craps tables or expensive alcohol; we had each other and we could keep each other high the entire time.
as was often the case, we found ourselves perusing the casinos (people watching was one of our favorite hobbies). a few hours spent in the mega-casinos convinced us that the vegas gods had synchronized their musak because over the course of 3 days we heard “down so long” at least two-dozen times.
by the end of our trip we had even worked out a dance to the overly-familiar tune. if i close my eyes and remember, i can hear the song playing in the elevator and feel a smile welling up from nowhere.
so tonight i stumbled over this track and consequently i’m enjoying the feeling of being in vegas with my best friend.
“…i’ve been down so long, that the end must be drawing near.”
i cant believe thanksgiving has already come and gone.
time is flying by at a completely unacceptable pace and i have so much i want to do and a not enough time to do it all.
luckily, there’s this website to help me keep track of if it’s xmas or not.
are you kidding me?
no one commented on this picture of buster?
have a heart of stone much?
Update: ok yesisaworld commented on the buster pic and now we’re both happy.
so i was looking around the interweb for this photo
and came across this photo
and now you know what i’ve done w/ my evening.
i think that buster’s ass is in-store for a world of hurt, because while i was eating my eggplant/tofu dinner he decided to be all-macgyver-like and steal one of the packets of hot-fuck-sauce from my take-out bag.no matter how much i reasoned with him, he was intent on playing w/ the foil pack of FIRE.
so now my mouth is still burning with the heat of a million suns and i figure that in about 3-4hrs buster’s ass will be shooting flames.
this has been your buster-butt-update. good night.
last week, when i was at the neuro conference, it was hard not to feel like just one of the thousands of ants marching through downtown san diego.neuro guys/gals were everywhere. they swarmed the public transportation system, occupied the hotel rooms and invaded the restaurants.on monday evening i ducked out early for a quiet meal alone at one of the joints in the gas lamp district. when the waitress came to my table with my drink order, i asked her if she was getting a lot of neuroscientists in this week.”they’re everywhere!“, she replied, “i’ve never seen so many people around here for one convention. it’s nice to have a normal customer once and a while.“i took this to me that she totally didnt peg me for a science-nerd.i tipped her very well.in hindsight, she may have been counting on that.i’ll still take it.
so i got back from the big neuroscience-bash yesterday and proceeded to go to bed at 930pm. seriously—right after The Office.the meeting was cool and my nerd-speak was at an all new high. i was hoping to get out to Balboa Park to play w/ the new camera, but science had a different idea how i would spend my time.so all you get are mobile pics taken w/ my iPhone.
inspirational, eh?
so this week i’m in san diego for the neuroscience society’s annual meeting. apparently there are over 35,000 registered attendee’s for this year’s conference.can you imagine a convention center filled to the max w/ 35,000 neuroscientists?oh and newt gingrich gave a keynote talk today about the government and NIH funding.now can you imagine a convention center filled to the max w/ 35,000 neuroscientists and NEWT-fuck-GINGRICH?me either.
so last weekend i drove up to the psudeo-northern-parts of california w/ the pretty girl.we played with all the dials in the jetta—especially the ipod/radio.so i was driving on the 99 Freeway and told her, “hey, there’s a song i want you to hear on the ipod.”she scrolled through my iPhone’s playlist while i kept my eyes attentive to the road and the amazing rain that had overtaken my windshield.as she strummed through the music, i stole a glance and saw my song come into view.“yeah that one! that one right there! it’s amazing!”she didnt say anything.i explained,”dude, this song just gets me deep down, play it!”the pretty girl looked at me w/ a puzzled glance and said, “…the theme from brokeback mountain? the theme from brokeback mountain gets you deep down?”i spent the next couple of minutes explaining that i meant to reference the song just above the brokeback song and that i ONLY had the theme from brokeback mountain on my phone b/c it was Stonebraker’s personalized ringtone.this made her laugh and if there’s one thing i dig it’s the way she laughs.the moral of this post is that stonebraker’s ringtone is the gay-man’s-anthem.
