I used to close Octane three or four nights a week, back when this blog first started. I'd usually come home around 1 or 2 in the morning, depending on how fast we got things cleaned up, and I'd settle in front of the computer screen with a bowl of cereal and lurk on blogs, facebook, and other random and mindless imagery. Tonight, I revisit those nights.
First I start with flickr. Kozy and Dan share their artistic explorations across the world. Deep sea diving and bunny fishes. I get to peek into faraway friends worlds.
Then I'm side swiped into seeing if true will update his blog. Nope.
And then I'll watch some stuff on small moving screens.
and then other sorts of hand games.
And then I end up watching this:
Unsolved mysteries, seriously being the creepiest show to watch as a kid but most entertaining as an adult, has an episode based in my home town??! Featuring the "Pizza Bandits"?! And on top of that, the person who uploaded this video added in an audio clip of someone rapping "Romper Room" which is a show my uncle worked on and had me shop up on as a tiny child.
The evening's internet rampages have ended. Good night.
30 June 2008
22 June 2008
left a mark on my face.
california left me with a sort of refreshed feeling like when you get out of an ice cold shower in summer. shockingly invigorating and grounding.
family I hadn't seen in years gathered to celebrate a graduation, and we welcomed him to the rest of his life.
He will soon be working at a winery in napa... mmmm, napa.
Car rides through the valley of california lead us from sac to the bay then on to I-5 to get to patterson and then gilroy for a final reunion of cousins and their mom (my aunt).
this is what the middle of nowhere looks like.
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I love these boys, Joe and Thomas. The closest in age in the whole slew of family, and the best to be around. We ate at Chevy's and had giant margaritas in the hot sun and felt good to be with family.
Train took me to Mission where I began a twennie-four hour adventure in the so-called "sucka free." Gracious guides Baca and Drew showed me the ropes, fed me antelope and the best tacos ever, and gave me enough reason to want to move back.
From there it was on to los angeles for a few days of relaxing. a sweet tour of the colleges and claremont, the huge city itself, and then a day at the beach left me never wanting to leave california. the garment districts and other areas of downtown I found totally fascinating in their historic grandeur and lack of glamor. We made our way to the bradury, a totally amazingly beautiful building, and the spot for some scenes of blade runner.
got to see a little bit of that devin and that willbur of intelli, sipped on a bit of that Anjilinaka spro, and continued on our way. beaches. guacamole. top model recaps and hgtv loafing.
freshly freckled and worn out from the heat, I came home.
my cat, bruce, greeted me with a present upon my return.
he made his first outdoor catch. a dove. it lay half alive, twitching in the bloodstained and feather strewn hallway. my dear friend erik disposed of the bird outside, where bruce immediately ran to toy with it for a few more hours.
r.i.p. bird.
family I hadn't seen in years gathered to celebrate a graduation, and we welcomed him to the rest of his life.
He will soon be working at a winery in napa... mmmm, napa.
Car rides through the valley of california lead us from sac to the bay then on to I-5 to get to patterson and then gilroy for a final reunion of cousins and their mom (my aunt).
this is what the middle of nowhere looks like.
View Larger Map
I love these boys, Joe and Thomas. The closest in age in the whole slew of family, and the best to be around. We ate at Chevy's and had giant margaritas in the hot sun and felt good to be with family.
Train took me to Mission where I began a twennie-four hour adventure in the so-called "sucka free." Gracious guides Baca and Drew showed me the ropes, fed me antelope and the best tacos ever, and gave me enough reason to want to move back.
From there it was on to los angeles for a few days of relaxing. a sweet tour of the colleges and claremont, the huge city itself, and then a day at the beach left me never wanting to leave california. the garment districts and other areas of downtown I found totally fascinating in their historic grandeur and lack of glamor. We made our way to the bradury, a totally amazingly beautiful building, and the spot for some scenes of blade runner.
got to see a little bit of that devin and that willbur of intelli, sipped on a bit of that Anjilinaka spro, and continued on our way. beaches. guacamole. top model recaps and hgtv loafing.
freshly freckled and worn out from the heat, I came home.
my cat, bruce, greeted me with a present upon my return.
he made his first outdoor catch. a dove. it lay half alive, twitching in the bloodstained and feather strewn hallway. my dear friend erik disposed of the bird outside, where bruce immediately ran to toy with it for a few more hours.
r.i.p. bird.
11 June 2008
Off to the west with a fist full of coffee, homeward bound for the next few days.
I don't think I've been back to my city of birth for a year and a half now, and I'm long over-due. As much as I'd love to crawl the Bay for cups and shots, most of my time will be spent with family. With my parents making a move to Dallas, and the rest of my family scattered around the states, it really makes these few times I get to see the blood-folk that much more special. Cheesy, yes, but honest.
I was born in Oakland, California, but spent a good amount of time running the streets and playgrounds in Vallejo, long before Marine World became Six Flags but well after the Zodiac killer drew blood on the playground Sara and I used to haunt. The scent of eucalyptus throws me back to that place, and I'm dying to smell it again. I'll be up in Bay regions for a bit and then it's down to los angeles for a few days with plans to make the rounds. USBC champ turf. Motorcycle coffee. Gettin sunny.
on a side note, I am loving the valle del santuario on icccccce.
I don't think I've been back to my city of birth for a year and a half now, and I'm long over-due. As much as I'd love to crawl the Bay for cups and shots, most of my time will be spent with family. With my parents making a move to Dallas, and the rest of my family scattered around the states, it really makes these few times I get to see the blood-folk that much more special. Cheesy, yes, but honest.
I was born in Oakland, California, but spent a good amount of time running the streets and playgrounds in Vallejo, long before Marine World became Six Flags but well after the Zodiac killer drew blood on the playground Sara and I used to haunt. The scent of eucalyptus throws me back to that place, and I'm dying to smell it again. I'll be up in Bay regions for a bit and then it's down to los angeles for a few days with plans to make the rounds. USBC champ turf. Motorcycle coffee. Gettin sunny.
on a side note, I am loving the valle del santuario on icccccce.
05 June 2008
The landscapes are rapidly changing without notice, and it's on the few drives I make through the city each week that these changes scream at me as if I should have been paying more attention. A sense of stability and a never-ending summer youth have sprung in my life since I've moved to Cabbagetown. The constant construction on Dekalb Ave and elsewhere in the city are easily forgotten until I make my weekly trips to the allergist's office in Buckhead.
This morning on my drive back from the traffic congested northern parts of the city, I passed a few older haunts of an area I used to dwell. Large "mixed use" complexes, which only now look like massive communist architectural style cement erections, rise high amidst the single story tall small strips of restaurants and shops that change faces every few years. Two of three in one section have closed their doors, and on one's marquee it reads, "I love to say hello but I hate to say goodbye."
A dear friend is beginning a hike on the Appalachian trail this Sunday. He will walk to New York where he will make a new home. I currently live in his old room; Aly and I have filled the void in this house, but Este will be missed.
This morning on my drive back from the traffic congested northern parts of the city, I passed a few older haunts of an area I used to dwell. Large "mixed use" complexes, which only now look like massive communist architectural style cement erections, rise high amidst the single story tall small strips of restaurants and shops that change faces every few years. Two of three in one section have closed their doors, and on one's marquee it reads, "I love to say hello but I hate to say goodbye."
A dear friend is beginning a hike on the Appalachian trail this Sunday. He will walk to New York where he will make a new home. I currently live in his old room; Aly and I have filled the void in this house, but Este will be missed.
02 June 2008
O tat
Someone just asked me (while I was working) why I didn't have any tattoos and that he thought it was a right of passage to work here (at octane).
And then, as I was handing him back his change, he took one of our octane "O flame" stickers and put it up to my arm and said, "This should be your first tattoo."
And then, as I was handing him back his change, he took one of our octane "O flame" stickers and put it up to my arm and said, "This should be your first tattoo."
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