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Michael Pollan’s Food Rules

Eat food. Mostly plants. Not too much. Continue reading

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favorites from The Book of a Thousand Eyes

the day’s drawn thrown to song melodic loves we’ve done Continue reading

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i just got back from Walgreens, where i picked up anteyebiotics-that-i-didn’t-think-were-actually-working-until-i-stopped-taking-them at Walgreens. when the white-haired lady behind the counter asked for 36ยข, i made a dumb, apologetic face and almost handed her my debit card, but the crazy fat momma next to me picking up medicine for her high-strung fever-stricken five-year-old blonde boy wouldn’t have any of it. in an instant she pulled out one quarter, one penny, and one dime, i dealt bows and Thank Yous to both old ladies, and ducked out of the store, promising myself i would blog the instant i got home.

no matter that i’ve got one more blog post of the day (for work) to write, who wants to write about a money-hungry social gaming startup partnering up with a money-hungry fast food joint anyway?

yeah, i started full-time work super duper officially last monday. my job? write four medium-sized (250-1000 words) pieces monday through friday with a focus on social and location, especially Facebook, Twitter, Zynga, and Foursquare (the biggest social network in the world, the most popular noisemaker in the world, a company that somehow tricks millions of people into spending real money on 100 pixel-sized images of corn, and a service for telling people where you are in the world every second of every day). technology is weird.


can you believe it? i can’t believe it. this is always how it sounds when i explain what i do for work: yeah i write for this small tech blog that you never heard of and follow facebook andsocialstuffa ndit’sno treallyexc itingandn oidon’tgetp aidverymuc handyou ‘ reri ghtit sound skind of l am e but I GET. PAID. FOR. WRITING. such happiness.

also, i can work from home or wherever i want, for the most part. a typical schedule for me:

2330: finish first story, set to publish for 0100
0000: sleep
0600: first alarm
0615: second alarm
0630: third and final alarm
0700: wake up
0800: publish second story
0830: dick around online, eat a lavish breakfast
1000: publish third story
1130: dick around a whole bunch, maybe go for a drive
at some point: publish fourth story

i swear to god, if i cut down on my dicking around time i’d only be working five, maybe six, hours a day. still, i’m usually done pretty early, which is nice. oh, because i only get six hours of sleep a night a most (and no i don’t care if you think that’s a lot), i usually try to take the longest possible naps i can once i finish all my work. grizzlies need their sleep.

yesterday was a bit of an intense Facebook day for me because, after i spent about an hour of my morning watching this live stream from the company’s Palo Alto headquarters of CEO Mark Zuckerberg unveiling some totally amazing awesome life-changing new features, i went to see The Social Network with Alicia. it was a pretty entertaining movie but, even based solely what i saw from that shitty stream, i can confirm that the film Zuckerberg is a completely different thing than the real Zuckerberg. this guy’s a brilliant and awkward nerd, not a snarky backstabbing asshole. well, maybe not entirely. my favorite comment on the movie comes from Zuckerberg himself: “I just wished that nobody made a movie of me while I was still alive.” i feel you, man. these filmmakers gotta chill out. there are plenty of stories from the past that haven’t been made into great films yet.

after a coffee intermission, Alicia and i made it a double feature experience by watching Gummo on her laptop back at the apartment. before i say anything, just watch this clip:

here’s my synthesis of the Wikipedia article for the movie because i don’t know how to express ideas in words: 1997 American experimental independent film collage of unrelated vignettes depicting the hopeless, nihilistic lives of the poor residents of a small Ohio town that had been previously stricken by a tornado. shot with primarily non-actors in traditional pre-planned 35mm, along with 8mm, 16mm, Polaroid, VHS, and Hi-8, the film explores drug abuse, violence, homicide, vandalism, mental illness, poverty, profanity, homosexuality, transexuality, homophobia, sexual abuse, sexism, suicide, grief, prostitution, animal cruelty, euthanasia and racism. FUN! FUN! FUN!

i’m just amazed that it has a 34% on Rotten Tomatoes while The Social Network has a 97%. critics are fucking stupid. i’d say the movies are about even, 4/5 to each.

this is Alicia week! on monday i visited her at work with my laptop so i could keep her company AND kick back some brews AND write half of my tuesday stories AND give her a ride home AND chill a little in her new apartment to the sweet sounds of Neil Young. crazily enough, i ran into this guy Richard, who used to be part-owner and main waiter at a this delicious Japanese restaurant downtown called JoJi’s. the business got sold and completely changed a couple years ago and it had been even longer since i ate there, so it was a complete shock to me when Alicia called out “Richard!” to this white scruffy dude wearing a flat cap (apparently also known as a sixpence, scally cap, salmon hat, Dai cap, or Jeff cap) and sauntering over to the jukebox. as he turned back to Alicia, i had my moment of realization and (kind of uncharacteristically) pointed at him and shouted, “hey! i know you!!!” he was understandably taken aback (probably because he figured he would’ve recognized someone that looks like me) until i explained to him everything.

at first he couldn’t remember my family, but it slowly started coming back to him–how my dad always explores SF, how he’d always change the tranquil Japanese music to Latin music when my mom came because he knew she was Nicaraguan, the one time he accidentally charged my dad $600 instead of $60. i remember he was such a character, he made this tiny restaurant that fit maybe 15 people explode with Life. he had an endless repertoire of stories (you couldn’t tell which were real), he spoke with unmatchable cadence and wit, and, perhaps most important of all, he understood It. he is not one of those people you see going through life dead. he is Alive.

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