i really do pimp

The magic of the iPod is coming to the forefront. I've gotten into listening to it in my car, using it to backup my files on my PC at work, store copies of South Park for later viewing. Really such a cool tool. As I walked around campus today I was bopping and rocking like those shadowy people in the iPod commercials. Tonight I'm back into the long days... where I have staff meetings at eight in the morning, then work until ten at night at the IML. It wears ya down. I'm sure I can do it. i did it all last semester, but this time I've got two days a week where I'm here until ten. I spend most of that time working on my own stuff. Sitting in the IML or instructional media lab where I work. Right now I'm backing up my webfiles to one of the computers here. By the time nine thirty rolls around I'm generally pretty braindead. Its nine thirty now. thank god for the steady stream of Stankonia.

Can You Dig It?

When the lakers won the first of their Shaq and Kobe titles, Shaq yelled out Can You Dig It? to the crowd. Most of the people at the victory parade that day knew as little about Shaq's favorite movie as I did. In fact, I still don't even remember the name of it. But I love to Dig It. A moment of triumph, like winning a championship. I can dig it. Especially when the triumph is digits from a cute girl. I can dig that.

effin rain

I've been looking forward to a good bike ride. I haven't been able to actually mountain bike this whole year. I know its january and half the country is stuck under a bunch of snow. Still, though. I want to sit here in my shorts and t-shirts with the window open in january and complain about the weather. effin rain. fruck fruck fruck. I left work early, was driving to meet my riding buddy when the sky opened up and poured rain again. I'm sure I'll cope. I went home, ate a bag of cookies (gingersnaps) and took a nap.

I am L

I've worked at the Instructional Media Lab, or IML since I started at San Diego State. My friends, Thien and Matt were two of my favorite reasons for being there. I sadly went to their going-away luncheon yesterday. Thien is going to Japan for a year to teach. I think it'll be a terrific opp for him and hope to see him when he gets back. Matt's case is sadder for me. Like my friends in Taiwan, whom I miss dearly, Matt is moving off to another continent. He's been a dear friend and I'm excited for him to get back to "real person" status... in that he could get a job and not just use his talents to make pennies in a student job somewhere. I'm also selfish in that I don't want to lose my friend and wish he'd just straighten out and marry some chick here so he could stay and remain my friend forever. too bad he's not even on the fringe of liking minge. We finished a great lunch at a place in North Park called Mission. I had a horrible drink called a Vincent Vega, which is Coke with a shot of espresso and Vanilla syrup. Like the peanut butter burger of my past, I just figgired I'd try it and see. Another bad idea. I'm sure Matt and Thien will miss having a boss who is so relaxed that he didn't notice/mind that we took an extra hour to make it back to work. We all snuck in a drink at a seedy bar. But that's a whole nother story. Cheers Matt, Cheers Thien.

boom boom hiss

damn. I was pretty excited when a pair of altec lansing speakers fell into my lap for 15 bucks. A pretty nice package. a woofer with four sattelite speakers. They sound great. Everyone in my apartment complex thinks so. Too bad my hip hop music echoes late-night chants of "fuck you bitch" or some other charming refrain through the patio. I wondered if it was as bad as I thought so i went next door. My neighbor was actually on his way over to ask me to turn it down. I wish I called him a punk-ass cracker honky, but instead I agreed with him that the speakers weren't the ideal fit for a quiet little beach apartment like mine.

but it makes you fart

I've been out and about looking for new ways to meet chicks. Tonight I was at Target, and jeez... what a great place to meet hotties. I found like ten girls there that I would be happy going out with. Its intimidating enough talking to girls at bars, let alone a department store. I went home alone after talking to no one. Just like my last few trips to single's bars. A better place to go is yoga class. I like the idea of the focused, meditative breathing. the YMCA in my backyard has classes a few times a week. Its like twenty women and three guys, exactly the odds that I like. 'specially since the guys there seem pretty fruity. I must admit that as I get older I'm realizing more and more about my inner redneck. I have an innate aversion to granola, sitar music, and incense. Luckily I'm not so bad off that I'm drawn to NASCAR. Still, though. I have a voice deep down that reminds me yoga is a "hippie sport" and to go out and rebuild an engine or something. I can reconcile myself with that voice. I can focus. I've even found that I'm pretty good at it. I don't break my concentration half as often as I break wind.

consultant

One of the last posts i wrote said that I'd write each day. I feel guilty each day for not posting, but somehow I ended up putting pressure on myself to come up with something good, then somehow the pressure made it so nothing I did was good enough. sad. I'm at home, watching TV in my living room, which meant a lot of furniture moved around this last weekend. I'm flipping back and forth between Lakers/Warriors and the Suns and Spurs game. just drinking a beer and smiling. those of you who live in SD know already that my first consulting job went so well that I was able to double my fees. very pleased about that. School's starting again Monday. woo hoo hopefully my next post won't be this lame. I'm adding to this post after a few beers. Watching my sister's favorite, Fisher play against the Lakers. For the first time ever, I'm frustrated watching him pick up a charge on one of our players. he did that shit for years. sad to see him with another team. The warriors are paying him something like 10 million a year. yay fish.

biggest blog ever

I'm using my new 19" monitor to write this blogpost. I just found a Hyundai monitor for 350. Its amazingly better than hunching over my laptop. I had actually spent the same amount on a 17 inch, then returned it without ever plugging it into my laptop. I've been building a PC, and have enjoyed a good thinking about video cards, and a PC jukebox with 300 gigs of storage. Yes, 300 sounds about right. Santa brought me a 40 gig iPod that I've named iPimp. i look forward to having all my music at my fingertips. This blog will be short since I'm about to bikeride until sunset then come home, do laundry and flip my monitor around and watch a movie from my sofa for the first time. Nineteen cheers for my new screen.