"Life...

...not our breaths...
...but our breathless moments"

fvck denver

Apparently while riding on the Caltrain from San Francisco to San Jose last night, I sent a text message to more than one person saying

fu*k denver

except I didn't censor myself.

(Sorry Connie, I think I only made it to the Bs before I passed out)


So more than one person asked me this morning why I would say such things.

I mean I do like Denver. Mostly. The weather is great, I know lots of good people, have a pretty good bead on things.

Except I realized last night that I do not belong in Denver. I belong in San Francisco. Or maybe I belong in New York. San Diego. Sevilla. Heck maybe I belong in Puducah, Kentucky or Yankton, South Dakota (well I actually have been to Yankton and I don't think it's it).

Last night in San Francisco I did all of the following things;

I randomly happened in to a bar called XYZ. Nice crowd, chill, and a DJ that played a Radiohead deep trance remix that I happen to own and think is slightly better than awesome. A DJ playing sweet music but low enough that you could talk comfortably without raising your voice. IF THIS ACTUALLY DOES HAPPEN IN DENVER, I haven't seen much of it. Denver lounge DJs seem to dominate regardless of the setting they are in. I can't say I have never done it but the restraint this guy was showing was commendable. Denvner just doesn't know how to lounge.

Struck up a converstation with some people sitting next to us at the bar and ended up chatting with them for two hours. (I'm ignoring the fact that my T&T cost 9.5 for now). Promised I would come back to visit and got a telephone number on a pack of sugar.

I then happened into the most kickass bar I have been to in a long time. This bar serves VODKA and they know their sh!t. Our bartender happened to be engaged to one of the head dudes at OM RECORDS. Which is big flippin deal. The dude came over and met me.

She said that they are selling some of their records to pay for their wedding! Damn! I wish I could have stayed because HOUSE. I was 8:30 on a THURSDAY and a sweet DJ was playing some sick-ass music including the Smiths and Depeche mode. Obscure shit. Not snobby "look at the awful 80s music that I can appreciate so much more than you." With Nelly thrown in at random.

Of all the nights i've gone out in Denver, I've maybe once or twice had a night this good, I for sure have never bumped into the folks I did last night. And in one night in SF it just all worked.

The whole scene was classy, chill, respectable. No bullsh!t. Everything was just nice. Funky design that didn't look cheap. People that didn't seem fake. Good music that meshed well with the environment. Some ridiculously good tacos at midnight. Just a step above what I'm used to.

Maybe I just know too much, know all the characters, the recycled bars that put up new paint and light fixtures, morph a one- or two-syllable word into a trendy moniker, and raise the drink prices a buck.

Maybe I'm just getting too old for this sh!t. Friggin 95% of my high school class has popped out kids already. But I think that I'm just in the wrong place.


I need to move and soon. Unfortunately I've made some bad choices and don't have the resorces to be able to pick up and move right now. But for the right opportunity I'm not above couch surfing for a while.

And it's not really about barhopping or clubbing. Just another manifestation of the rut that I am slowly realizing.

WILL DJ AND/OR ENGINEER FOR FOOD AND/OR VODKA.

Bitter Re-you-nion

Last Saturday I attended a reunion of an instituton I had the privelege of being associated with some time ago.

Before I attended, I thought "You know, MY reunion will be different. MY class was above the typical, we were small, we were intimate, we were ALL BUDS. Well that's how I thought I remembered it.

But you know what? It was just like in the movies. The same cliques that hung out in high school clung together, even though most of us in the ten years since we've seen each other last have probably changed enough that the associations that drew them together are completely irrelevant. Most of them really couldn't care less that I was there. I don't care about a lot of them any more than I did in high school, and many of them less, so I guess I can't blame them.

It's just so ARBITRARY. Just becuase we were forced to spend four (or twelve) years together just because our parents happened to have jobs in the same area, we are somehow supposed to bond and become lifelong freinds. That's such bullshit. In the last three years I have only talked to one of my friends from school. I really have no interest in going to my next one. They are all just going to be uglier, fatter, have less hair and more kids that they can't help but show pictures of to anyone who happened to make eye contact with at the bar and felt obligated to feign interest in what these otherwise random people are doing with their lives.

There were some notable exceptions. On several occasions I had surprisingly intelligent conversation with a few kids that I really didn't hang out with much in school, people whom I had no ill will for then but I assumed wouldn't really care to see me now. It also was interesting to note that during school I remember having somewhat of a heightened interest in these people, somehow knew that they were a little different, but still went along without much further action. ...

Einstien was WAY AHEAD of his time

GPS and Relativity: "People often ask me 'What good is Relativity?' It is a commonplace to think of Relativity as an abstract and highly arcane mathematical theory that has no consequences for everyday life. This is in fact far from the truth."

get it... AHEAD OF his TIME? har har. Oh wait you still don't get it. Go back and read the article again.

For the ADD News junkie

Check this sh!t out. Go to CNET's Beta News Site and check out the news web in the lower right corner. It draws a web of related news stories and topics so you can cruise from one peripherally-related news story to the next. I spent about 2 hours last night doing this. Schweet.