Why yes, I would love to listen to some Smashing Pumpkins right now, thanks for the suggestion!
After I make my first (five) million, I’m quitting my job and moving here.
Last weekend, I made my now-routine drive up the 101 to the Bay Area. It was all so familiar to me, the scenery, the traffic, the road itself. The only thing that made this drive stand out was the fact that this was the final drive I would be taking in my Blue Camry. Read the rest of this entry
If you’ve been following the weirder news that comes out of my town, you may have heard that the Los Angeles City Council has officially adopted a resolution endorsing Meatless Monday. This is all well and good, except that tonight is Monday, and I don’t have a whole lot of meatless options in my freezer or fridge. Looks like it’s a dinner of quesadillas and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for me. While I ponder less starving-student-styled culinary options, let’s go back to the halcyon days when citizens were free to eat what they wanted to, on any day of the week. The halcyon days of… four weeks ago. Read the rest of this entry
Here I am, about to make a left hand turn from one non-descript road to another non-descript road. Honestly, it’s hard to keep track of where I’m at sometimes, especially if I’m unfamiliar with an area. It’s hard to know which road is which when there are no discernible markings or guide signs. It’s even harder to know where I’m at when I’m completely lost. Read the rest of this entry
I have been waiting to write about this little town for SUCH a long time. It’s a town that maybe a half dozen of you have ever heard of; a place that none of you have ever visited. I don’t care. I must get the word out about this monument to all civilization. This town is majestic, this town is magnificent, this town… has my name written all over it. Read the rest of this entry
People like to group every community in the greater Bay Area into one lump as “San Francisco”. Ignorant bands who play at the Paramount Theatre or the Oracle Arena ask “San Francisco” how they’re doing. First of all, Don’t. Don’t do that. Oakland is to San Francisco as San Bernardino is to Los Angeles. San Jose is to San Rafael as Anaheim is to Malibu. If you don’t understand either of these analogies… then I’m not sure what to tell you. “Apples and oranges” doesn’t even BEGIN to describe it. Read the rest of this entry