Wednesday, January 24, 2007

show and tell

I have a pet fish.

His name is Dirty.

Dirty is dirty because I tend to wait until the last possible minute to clean his fish bowl. When the water turns a milky, foggy color, I know it's time.

Dirty doesn't mind waiting that long. He is a trooper.

In no way does he take after his owner. I'm actually very clean.

He seems to prefer the acoustic guitar over the wail of an electric guitar. He's mellow like that.

Dirty is surprisingly smart. He recognizes the little red-capped container as fish food. Whenever I place it close enough to the bowl, he immediately turns to it and stares. Who says that fish could only recollect the last seven seconds?

He's brilliant red... my favorite color.

I love Dirty.


What a crazy two weeks of non-stop conferences in LA and Vegas. Of course, there was no escaping the customary donations at the blackjack tables, but celine dion, endless alaskan crab legs and the best (and free) waterworks show second only to Fantasmic left a great taste in my mouth.

"My Heart Will Go On" still doesn't make me cringe. I hope I don't have issues.

Saturday, January 13, 2007

garden state

I've added screaming into an echoing abyss/canyon/ravine to my list of things-to-do. The feeling must be incredible.

This is your one opportunity to do something that no one has ever done before and that no one will copy throughout human existence. And if nothing else, you will be remembered as the one guy who ever did this. This one thing.

Sunday, January 07, 2007

the most beautiful guitar I have ever seen

I have searched far and wide for a picture of this vintage strat ever since I first laid eyes on it last year. The man himself must've read my mind. Thank you JM.

Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful.