The Goodness

Waking up a bit off-center from moderate drinking the prior night is not so bad. Start with a refreshing shock, add some sugah, do something therapeutic, get connected to nature, and then get a bit charged from a rap song.

The Remedy

Two cups of cold water
One Mug of Chocolate Soy Milk
Coldplay’s ‘Fix You’ on repeat
One long hot shower
One Slightly Opened Window
One Cool Breeze
50 Cent’s “I Get Money” while folding sleeping mat and grabbing peripherals (phone, keys, wallet, and dolla dolla bills)

I was in a good mood last night. Buzzed and excited to see friends I haven’t seen in a while.

We went and heard Justin spin at APT. A douche-baggy place, with douche-baggy attitude until you tell them you’re on the list. However, I will compliment APT on the layout of the downstairs and their crispy sound system. He’s had a monthly at APT for a while now.


I can’t keep up with all the sub-genres – Jaxx Style bass, Detroit acid, et al. But sheeyit, whatever it was, it got people moving. I was thinking last night while looking at two people obviously on something have faux sex that it’s better to think of this type of music as sound sculptures. The act of digitally manipulating a soundwave is the sculpting. And creating a completely different sound and then placing the sound on a track at different locations to invoke a response is the end product.

One response, apparently, is to pull out a floppy A-cup sized boobie in the most unsexy manner possible, stuff it back in, and then give me a cracked out “whatevs” look.

K commented on the look and I gestured crack pipe back.

I was telling Carina my experience with quitting cigs last night and her friend from Australia said that quitting took him three days. I didn’t take it any particular way but K got defensive for me. That was oddly heartwarming.

Anyway, K’s comments made me question my ability to read people lately. Was the decline with regards to all people or only New Zealanders and Australians? From my NYE experience and if what K thought was true, are they really that transparent?

Anyway, if the dude was trying to alpha me, maybe it was justified. He doesn’t know me or my humor and, maybe, when I told him “three days just tells me that Australian cigs are weaker than American ones” he might have taken that as some sort of chest thump. However, I said it with a smile and in a joking manner. But I can see how if you have a poor view of America to begin with, a nationalistic comment like that could irk a transparent alpha the wrong way.

I don’t know. This is the circuitous reasoning of someone who doesn’t want to do the work he gets paid for today.

This Weekend’s To-Do List
Organize bar apps
Gather tax papers
Finish shoe rack and get clamps for projector stand
Take Brooklyn pics
Get Joanna Newsom ticket at Bam
Clear Library card fines
Write
Research photo editorials
Achieve greater than 180 degree full splits capability

Confession: I have never crossed out every item off of a to-do list. I like to think it’s because I’m ambitious.