Hey There

I'm going to see Stone Temple Pilots and Black Rebel Motorcycle Club tomorrow night at the Greek Theatre. I'm cautiously optimistic. I realize with STP the chance always exists that they'll be a last minute cancellation, but I figure if that happens BRMC will just pick up the slack and play for two hours, and, well, that's a pretty good backup plan.

Anyway, the new site is almost complete. This work represents the last two-and-a-half years of my life.

Finally, I found this clip rather refreshing.

She Keeps A Funny Face

Blue

Potrero del Sol

Another Self-Absorbed Song About Growing Up

The Burden of Meaning or Notes On How Isolationism Can Breed Perversion

I've begun the arduous task of re-building this site. The past two evenings I've slept six hours, total. It's a process that is going to take some time, as I'm having to learn technical things that I've spent the past six years ignoring. It's not fun, all-in-all, combing through code and trying to figure out weird bugs and what's compatible with what, although that random moment where you discover a solution is rather electric, if only because it often happens at 3:00 am when the world is a weird humming sound from your hard drive. It's a whole new way of thinking, though, and I often catch myself in deep bouts of misanthropic fear, where I'm whispering to myself, that fuckin' cunt, over and over. Sometimes I worry that my house-mates hear me. Then I forget about it.

I'm reading Complicity during breaks in my schedule, and I just bought Taschen's The Polaroid Book (for $9.68. I know, huh!), a murky yet beautiful collection of, yup, Polaroids, and these seem to have a calming effect on my nerves. Perhaps I'm just being naive.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, forgive me. I'll eventually check my voice-mails from last weekend and answer the emails that I've conveniently ignored all week. There's just so many hours in the day, and I'm not interested in amphetamines, so two triple Lattes, five tablets of Walbourne, and concentrated doses of absurd drama are all I have at my disposal.

But trust me, I have plans.

It's Come To This

I've always been an admirer of this photographer's work. Following Sean is an intelligent & sophisticated - not to mention, touching - look at the legacy of the 1960s cultural revolution. This is a cool motion piece on global warming with a Stanley Donwood-esque style. Here are some obscure albums recommended by J. Spaceman. Here are some classic James Bond covers put out by Penguin Books. Finally, Cary Norton & Alexey Titareko are two photographers who I'm really digging at the moment.

Turn To The Blazing Sun

Feeling Nautical

And I Know

Too Many Times