Archive for January, 2011


1. Working at Home: There is nothing better. I got everything done and with no distractions.

2. Butterfly Boots: Since it’s going to rain for another six months to eternity, I thought I’d try getting some practical footwear for a change. Well, not too practical, but they’ll keep my feet dry.

3. Poker at Corey’s: It had been so long, it was like being in the Twilight Zone. Some of the old guys are gone and have since been replaced by new guys. Corey quit smoking and got a dog. Andy has a full head of hair. Justin’s band (which played my birthday) is getting all popular and shit. But when we started tossing around the lewd fart jokes, I knew I was in the right place.


1. Wallace Falls: That’s right folks, I went on a hike in the winter. The weather was mild and sunny, the views were stunning, and I made some new friends. What more could I have asked for?

2. Royal Palms: Oh, I know what I could have asked for: a giant plate of delicious Thai food to scarf down afterward. And I got it! I probably never would have visited had we not met at the nearby P&R for the hike. Despite its relatively distant location, I’m sure I’ll be back!

3. Exam: This 2009 film is one of my new favorite psychological thrillers. It doesn’t take a metric fuck-tonne of money and special effects to make a good movie, and here’s proof.


1. Healeo: As I said in my short yelp review, if I ever have to move, I’m totally screwed. When I start my day off with a smoothie from Healeo, nothing can go wrong (not that I’m going to test this theory).

2. Himalayan Dog Chew: Once again, my dog eats better stuff than I do. These fancy-schmancy chewy treats contain all natural ingredients and should keep Zoey from eating any more doors while I’m gone.

3. Mandrillus Sphynx: I’ve been digging these guys for awhile, but just recently found their free full-album download using a quick google search. Don’t be a boob and sleep on it like I did!

From the book, The Tao of Pooh:

There was once a stonecutter, who was dissatisfied with himself and with his position in life.

One day, he passed a wealthy merchant’s house, and through the open gateway, saw many fine possessions and important visitors. “How powerful that merchant must be!” thought the stonecutter. He became very envious, and wished that he could be like the merchant. Then he would no longer have to live the life of a mere stonecutter.

To his great surprise, he suddenly became the merchant, enjoying more luxuries and power than he had ever dreamed of, envied and detested by those less wealthy than himself. But soon a high official passed by, carried in a sedan chair, accompanied by attendants, and escorted by soldiers beating gongs. Everyone, no matter how wealthy, had to bow low before the procession. “How powerful that official is!” he thought. “I wish that I could be a high official!”

Then he became the high official, carried everywhere in his embroidered sedan chair, feared and hated by the people all around, who had to bow down before him as he passed. It was a hot summer day, and the official felt very uncomfortable in the sticky sedan chair. He looked up at the sun. It shone proudly in the sky, unaffected by his presence. “How powerful the sun is!” he thought. “I wish that I could be the sun!”

Then he became the sun, shining fiercely down on everyone, scorching the fields, cursed by the farmers and laborers. But a huge black cloud moved between him and the earth, so that his light could no longer shine on everything below. “How powerful that storm cloud is!” he thought. “I wish that I could be a cloud!”

Then he became the cloud, flooding the fields and villages, shouted at by everyone. But soon he found that he was being pushed away by some great force, and realized that it was the wind. “How powerful it is!” he thought. “I wish that I could be the wind!”

Then he became the wind, blowing tiles off the roofs of houses, uprooting trees, hated and feared by all below him. But after a while, he ran up against something that would not move, no matter how forcefully he blew against it — a huge, towering stone. “How powerful that stone is!” he thought. “I wish that I could be a stone!” he thought. “I wish that I could be a stone!”

Then he became the stone, more powerful than anything else on earth. But as he stood there, he heard the sound of a hammer pounding a chisel into the solid rock, and felt himself being changed. “What could be more powerful than I, the stone?” he thought. He looked down and saw far below him the figure of a stonecutter.


So far this month has been runnin’ me a-mok, but no matter how down I feel about it, I know I wouldn’t trade lives with anyone else.