"WHEN IN ROME"

I gotta stop for a minute and spread the love for NICKEL CREEK.

They are my favorite band.... one I discovered all on my own one night about 2 years ago while in extreme pain from a tooth ache. They hold a very special place in my heart and ears.

Maybe you know them.... if you know me then you at least know of them..... maybe you've never heard them...... maybe you'll love them.

Click the link and check out their new video "when in rome".

Let me know what you think.

http://music.yahoo.com/ar-299807-videos--Nickel-Creek




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YOU'RE SO SWEET YOU PUT HONEY OUT OF BUISNESS.

Standing on the corner of Valencia and 16th st. on Tuesday night, Jessica and I were approached by a homeless guy with a copy of "The Street Sheet". Before I could turn my face away, he got in our personal space and let fly a tirade about my smirk, Jessica's beauty, my erection and pointing it in Jessica's direction ( yeah, the rhyme is intended.)

You know... with all the homeless people in the city who attempt to bum my change, cigarrettes and work my nerves, it's always refreshing to have someone come up and rhyme at you, complement your friends and mention your hard-on. It wasn't like he was rapping.... it was a straight up Dr.Suess like rhyme.

At the end of his flow, he looked at me and advised I keep Jessica around. He looked at her and smiled at her saying "Oooh! You're so sweet, you put honey out of buisness!"

That was when I did something I never do. I handed the guy a buck.

Cha-Ching!! I bought that prop from that guy! It's my quote now!!

I'm saving it for a rainy day!

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This morning as I stood in the Castro Muni station my attention went from my book to a bird that had gotten down into the station. It was walking back and forth on the platform in a panic, somehow finding itself in a totally forgin environment.

People kept walking by the bird with reactions ranging from indifference to malice. One woman stomped in the birds direction when it veered towards her. Someone else laughed. I just stood there transfixed on the bird.

I felt like I could feel the birds pain. I wanted to do something to help. Somehow shoo the poor thing in the right direction so it would find the exit..... but I knew that would just add to it's terror. The dumb ass had gotten itself into this position and we both knew it would have to rely on itself to get out.

Down in the tunnel I saw the creeping lights of the train. They got bigger as the train got closer. The sound got the bird into a deeper state of panic. It froze and cocked it's head..... waiting, watching for the new danger.

I wanted to scream "JUST FLY AWAY, DAMN YOU!!" but deep down.... I knew just what was going on in that bird's brain. It was wondering what else was going to happen..... what new danger was on the way..... and was it even worth it to attempt an escape??

The train pulled in and.............. the bird flew. First it went down towards the opposite tunnel.... it must have realized that the dark tunnel was a bad idea because it looped around and came back towards the train.

I don't know what happened to that poor bird, but he has been on my mind all day.
Sometimes, on days like today, it seems like we've all been there. A bird in a subway station.


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YOU GET WHAT YOU PAY FOR.

So many times I rush into a store, the only thing on my mind is "Get in and get out!". I don't really like to shop. I don't like to stand around in stores. Just not my bag. Most of the time when I go into a store I know just what I am there for. In, out and done in minutes flat.

Today my Ipod headphones blew out (didn't know I was listening to my music so loud) and rather than go through the week with no headphones, I walked to Walgreens on my lunch break and bought some cheap ass pair of Maxell headphones.

They look like some freakin' raver boy bullshit.... which, if I'd taken a moment to look them over I'd have realized. They are this thick white plastic and they plug into your ears like a stethascope (sp?). I realized almost immidiately how horrible these things looked but for $10 I was willing to eat it...... then I put them on and it was like I was listening to music through a tin can. It's so bad that they are sitting in front of me.... I would rather sit in silence.

This whole thing has made me realize how I've got this issue with wanting to not be bothered with things. It's like the way I walk down the sidewalk. I zip in and out of people's way.... hate going slow for windowshoppers. I just wanna go where I'm going and get there now.

I don't know.

This week has been a downer.

I want a kiss.


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I am really fucking angry with the world.... with some of the people in my world and mostly my inability to take fucking charge of shit without feeling guilty.
This is a Fiona song lyric.....
It's summing me up pretty good........

Not about love

The early cars Already are Drawing deep breaths past my door
And last night's phrases Sick with lack of basis
Are still writhing on my floor
And it doesn't seem fair
That your wicked words should work In holding me down
No, it doesn't seem right To take information
Given at close range
For the gag And the bind And the ammunition round

Conversation once colored by esteem
Became dialogue as a diagram of a play for blood
Took a vacation, my palate got clean
Now I could taste your agenda While you're spitting your cud

And it doesn't make sense I should fall for the kingcraft of a meritless crown
No, it doesn't seem right To take information Given at close range For the gag
And the bind And the ammunition round

This is not about love
'Cause I am not in love In fact I can't stop falling out
This is not about love 'Cause I am not in love
In fact I can't stop falling out
I miss that stupid ache

"What is this posture I have to stare at?!" That's what he said when I'm sittin' up straight
Change the name of the game 'cause he lost
And he knew he was wrong but he knew it too late
But I'm not being fair 'Cause I chose to listen to that filthy mouth
But I'd like to choose right
Take all the things that I've said that he stole
Put 'em in a sack Swing 'em over my shoulder
Turn on my heels Step out of this sight
Try to live in a lovelier life

This is not about love 'Cause I am not in love
In fact I cant stop falling out
This is not about love
'Cause I am not in love In fact i cant stop falling out.
I miss that stupid ache

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