December 31st, 2003

flagstaff coffee mug

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I spent 12+ hours yesterday at the data center... that environment is hard on the body. the box is hosed, too. peter ended up reinstalling it again after I dropped him off at the hotel, and it ate itself again the same way. and people wonder why I don't like working with sun equipment. got home about midnight, passed out right quick. today... work ish in the morning, three miles and many dog vinyasas for lunch. got a call from my friend gilbert (haven't seen him in forever), and ended up driving over to montebello to hang out. we checked out all the record stores in uptown whittier, talked about life and love, rifled through the local borders... chalk him up next to roman on the list of people I need to see more than twice a fucking year. need to tie up a site alpha with christy tomorrow, so I'll be heading over there in the a.m. no idea what I'm doing tomorrow night, just gonna make it up as I go. random local bands at a place down the street on friday from 4-8. this weekend... maybe hit myself with a brick? just depends on the weather, I guess. (where's the rain? it's really clear out there right now.) and I know I keep saying this and not delivering, but disc golf for sure if the sun's out.
flagstaff coffee mug

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I got home from christy's in time to do my run on the beach at sunset... gotta say, 2003 went out in style at the atmospheric level. had a bite to eat, and some of the killer dried mango dan left here for me last week. time to get cleaned up, and head out in search of... yeah, I'm not sure exactly. but that's what it's all about... hmmm, is it sad to find inspiration in advertising? I mean, obviously marketing is driven by $$$, no matter how kitty-cats-and-ice-cream-cones the material turns out. whatever the answer, there's a citibank billboard out there now that hits the nail square on the head.

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