GONE

Dawn crept in slowly, earlier than I expected. Yawn. Last thing I remember was "ticket please", then I woke up.

I think my dream was a subconscious reminder to pay the parking tickets I have. I do not want to face the wrath of the parking authority ever again!

...maybe this is a reminder that I have to wait for my time. soon.

I wish I could have the same dream; Thursday night's dream was wonderful.

After my chauffeur services were up I made a b-line drive to the nearest coffee shop; gas station coffee would not work today. Nor could I stomach hour-old coffee. Before the coffee we said our goodbyes, slow motion style - time slowly moving by. It wasnt the dramatic event made famous in any movie, nor was it over-emotional. Just alot of ...

It's Saturday, I have runnings! Normal weekend stuff; laundry, yard work, hair cuts, groceries - the boring stuff that makes my life fun. And I make it fun, always.

My brother would not let me give him an 80's cut proper; stripes, lines through his eyebrows, no box cut or a number or sign on the side or back of his head. Nope. He wouldnt have it; no flash from 1987. "I'll be that kid who gets made fun of for playing hide and seek with lightbright kicks." So I felt his pain as I wouldnt want anyone putting that type of cut on my head these days. I know this is one of the reasons I chop my own hair. But the pain...

...I was unable to feel my brothers worries about his recent diabetes diagnosis nor was I able to comprehend how my brother is unable to shed his excess pounds. "I eat proper but it's not enough." And I know he has a problem doing physical activity... So after a round-about way of telling him what I think he should do I gave him my best wishes, thoughts and brotherly advice. peace.

And I finally tracked down a cheap foosball table. Surprisingly, it's hard to find one under $150, but thanks to bulk purchasing and my way with ebonics I got one for $40.

Saturday evening wasnt out of control or clubbed, none of that shit. Remember, the new going out is to stay in - which I did - courtesy of my friends, bungie , milk and my urge to learn and understand the 7 layers of the OSI model.

Ohh and the creative process. In the studio, passing hours by, being creative and enjoying the combinations of Steve Miller + the Neptunes + Snoop Dogg. Yeah, creative and rowdy. I can dance fairly insane when no one watches. Actually, I think it doesnt matter if anyone watches, I throw down regardless. But being in the studio, alone, my arms flying and my legs moving I find myself at ease with my thoughts. Having another output for creativity helps...

During the throwdown I think I forgot to cue the Shape-Shifters track at one point. When I reviewed the mix there was a noticeable 2 bar difference with the blend. I think I was loving it too much ;-)















Note to self: never make appointments for Sunday morning.

The _only_ EDM electronic vinyl store in Pgh takes appointments on Sunday - which is wicked. You're left to browse the entire inventory, play out and dig. I'm saying, I've dug for 3 hours and ended up purchases 5 records. Digging takes time, precious time and patience. And me, I get worried that said custy might've grabbed some track _I_ wanted. So yeah, appointments are great. Me in the store, Kelly sitting back at her desk chain smoking and talking, talking and more talking...

...but I didnt get to dig. I didnt get to play out on the ill soundsystem. Nope. My lazy body woke up around noon with massive profanity flying from my mouth. And kelly, dropping me an email ; "I have one cancel pass on you kid." I stopped the swearing once I found my secret stash of coffee.

But Sunday, chill. I put together the foosball table and played around with my newly built server. BT stopped over for linner and a game of foosball. You know, we gotta give it a test proper like. It held up ok, $40 dollars well spent. And the games, best of 3 turns into best of 5 into best of 7 into best of 11. EPIC games. Especially the last game which took 30 minutes. I'll get my revenge on Tuesday BT, trust me. I'm going to get you proper drunk and show you how it's done. fucker.

I'll add that I've had a few personal and unexpected conversations this weekend. Enjoyable chats, friendly and insightful words on others perspectives of life, religion, music, women and the future of IP standards. I like deep conversations that could end with an argument(s) but turn into heart-felt chats where we walk about with a better appreciation of whom we've just chatted with, feel meh?

Good weekend.

tonight should be a good one. runnings as usual. i know i've just shot the shit, posted useless banter about myself and weekend. but you know what, i dont give a fox. what will you say when I post something meaningful and not completely self centered on my archaic and random life? we'll see...

it's time to do my part in the great experiment called America.