The Calm Before the Storm

Last night I went to the Warriors game, and saw them beat the Raptors. They have an exciting young team, and Nellie has them playing a fun style, often with four guards on the court together. Monta Ellis is a baller, and Biedrins is tough inside. If I can score some $10 seats on-line from time to time, this might be a regular thing.

I miss Oakland. Not the Coliseum scene really, which is as ghetto as ever, but Rockridge. Last Sunday my buddy Brett and I had lunch and beers at Ben and Nick's, to watch the Dolphins crush the Bears, and just running into so many old acquaintences was nice. There's a real pulse to North Oakland, I mean, the vibe is always interesting, and the people there are real, with out any of the pretentiousness of the Marina and North Beach (or perhaps just a different kind, one I'm nostalgic for), and just seeing my old place brought back so many cool stories.

Tomorrow, well tomorrow I meet Storm - an amazing, inspiring, artist. I've been using his images in all kinds of design work the past few weeks, ads for like the Chronicle and the Examiner, etc. which has been surreal, to say the least - just because his work is such a trip, and he's created so many iconic memories.

He's coming by to make sure everything is in the right place, and it should be amusing to see him at work, just asserting his presence, but with his dry British humor, telling Ed, the guy hanging the show, where to move things.

While I know I won't behave like a fan, this is the one time I have to pull back and go, whoa, this is the man right here, perhaps the coolest I've ever met, and it's not like this happens every day.

I just want the next few days to go off without a hitch.