Damn! I’m Getting Old.

After work on Friday I went over to my brother’s place. From there, a group of us went out to Cervantes’ Masterpiece Ballroom to see Fishbone. I haven’t seen Fishbone play since my college days when they came in town for Thanksgiving. It’s been maybe 5 or 6 years since I’ve seen them last. Fishbone is by no means my favorite group but their shows are traditionally a good time, and I’m usually always down for a good time. It was the same high-energy show I remembered. We all had a blast.

But I hate those fucking moshers. Admittedly, I haven’t been to a show that had a moshpit since the early 90’s. I thought that music lovers everywhere had wizened up and realized that pushing each other around in a circle is an incredibly dumb thing to do. Apparently I was mistaken. During most of the songs the crowd was paying attention to the show, dancing, respecting each other’s space, smiling at each other and generally enjoying each other’s company. In fact, the crowd at this show was really friendly and I met a handful of really interesting people. But, during a few of the harder and faster songs the knuckleheads would start their nudging, elbowing and running in circles. Jackasses. I’m getting old.
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Possesion 5

1. What is your most prized material possession?
That’s a hard one. Maybe my shoebox full of photographs. The memories contained within are irreplaceable. I also have a little black box that contains all sorts of little treasured items and reminders of past events.

2. What item, that you currently own, have you had the longest?
I own a lot of my old baby stuff like super soft hairbrushes, pacifiers, baby teeth, etc. but none of it is currently in my possession. The oldest things I have at home are some of my old t-shirts from junior high.

3. Are you a packrat?
Only with certain things: clothes, magazines, bank statements, shoes and some other stuff. But I’m getting better at trashing things I never use.

4. Do you prefer a spic-and-span clean house? Or is some clutter necessary to avoid the appearance of a museum?
I like a clean home that looks lived in.

5. Do the rooms in your house have a theme? Or is it a mixture of knick-knacks here and there?
Yeah, the theme in the kitchen is cooking, eating and food. The theme in the bathroom is hygiene, water and mirrors. The theme in the bedroom is sleeping, sex and sleeping.

Mostly Lacked Real Substance

A couple of minutes ago I had my first communication via email with Sabrina in a long while. It was cold, distant, unnecessary and mostly lacked real substance. But still, for some reason, it increased the speed of my heart and turned my stomach a little bit. I’m so tired right now. I got little sleep again last night. Time is going so slow this afternoon. I’m going out to dinner with pops again tonight. I’ve been spending a lot more time with family lately and it’s been really nice. My Mom, Dad and Brother have all been so supportive. I really need them right now too. My brother is inviting me out with him all the time. My mom asks me how I’m doing all the time. My dad calls me every couple of days just to see how things are going for me. A special thanks to my incredible family, I love you.

Mates Of State

Saturday night, after nursing my hangover all afternoon, I went to my old roommate’s engagement party. It was pretty fun, but nothing too exciting. The usual crowd was there. I got to see the Rod family’s new house, it was really cute and I’m sure I’ll be spending plenty of time in their backyard this summer. Congratulations to the newly engaged couple, you’re very good together. I wish the both of you a lifetime of happiness together, you both deserve it. After a couple of hours of catching up with friends and giving my congrats, I went to go see Rainer Maria and Mates Of State at the Bluebird Theatre. I really like Rainer Maria and I own all their albums, but I went to the show to see Mates Of State. The show was great. I just love Kori Gardner and Jason Hammel’s songs, lyrics and harmonies (I own all their albums too, and a couple of 7″). It is best to see them live. It is just the two of them on stage. Knowing they are married and loving every minute of it. They constantly look at each other, sing to each other, and croon each other throughout the entire show. It is no secret that many of their songs are written about their relationship and it really comes across on stage. At one point I saw Kori mouth the words “I Love You” across the stage to Jason. Seeing them play was truly an inspiration and it absolutely made my day. Plus I have a true celebrity crush on Kori now.

You can watch a video filmed at Emos in Austin Texas here.

My Bitter Valentine II

Happy overdone, unimaginative, consumer-oriented and entirely arbitrary, manipulative & shallow, interpretation of romance day.

Love, another infinitely important concept lost to a holiday wrapped around commercialism, consumerism, and (gasp!) cynicism.
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My Bitter Valentine

Every year The Onion prints a wonderful children’s valentine day special. It includes adorable, cuddly little valentines to cut out give to your special little someone. Here is my favourite:

Update: Sorry lovers, the pictures have since been removed.

How To Crack An Egg

I caught Sabrina on AMC last night. It seemed fitting for the times so I stayed up late and watched it all. I miss you Sabrina, wherever you are. This quote from the movie seemed especially appropriate:

Bonjour, mesdames et monsiuers. Yesterday we have learned the correct way how to boil water. Today we will learn the correct way how to crack an egg. Voila! An egg. Now, an egg is not a stone; it is not made of wood, it is a living thing. It has a heart. So when we crack it, we must not torment it. We must be merciful and execute it quickly, like with the guillotine.
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Actually, Joanne Helped Raise Me

The weekend officially started off over at my brother’s new apartment. My family, (both parents even), the brothers’s girlfriend’s mom (one of the best Gumbo chefs I know), Trout’s family, and various other friends all got together to party. The function of the party was three-fold: as a housewarming for my brother and his girlfriend, as chance for everyone to get to meet each other, and to eat some of the best gumbo west of the Mississippi. In addition to the great company and excellent food, the evening included babies, dancing, beer, wine, gin & juice, drawing, impromptu jam sessions on pots, pans, air guitars, real guitars, vocal chords and any other instrument that could be found or invented, and tons of laughter. After the party we all went to the bar. This was probably not a good idea. Some of us were not allowed in the bar for various reasons – those of us that made it were kicked out in less than 15 minutes. Apparently the owner/manager of The Park doesn’t take kindly to grown men dawning some of their girlfriends accessories and acting like they are picking up on him. Getting kicked out was totally worth seeing that grumpy old man’s reaction though.
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