Even though we have about 20 prints that need framing and hanging, Sarah got me this badass unofficial Italian Star Wars poster for our anniversary. It’s going to look super tight hanging over the desk in my office, isn’t it?
Okay. You have no idea what my office looks like. But trust me, it’s going to look great.
Best. Wife. Ever.
I am very jealous of Sarah’s new coffee mug…
Shit.
I just found out that my grandma Betty passed away this morning and I am absolutely gutted. I knew this day was coming and I tried bracing myself for it, but the very second I heard the news, my heart started to ache. Knowing that I’ll never get to see her smile or share a laugh with her again feels like almost too much to bear.
She was one of the most influential people in my life and now she’s gone. At least she gets to be with my grandpa Bill now. I know that’s what she wanted the most.
I love you, grandma.
Heads up, SF peeps! This weekend I’ll be driving up to the Yay Area for WordCamp to rep both DreamHost and Preshrunk in an official capacity.
As it stands, I’m driving up Friday night and crashing out at Frazier’s secret headquarters somewhere in the East Bay. Since I don’t like being part of the problem — or paying for parking — I’ll be taking as much public transit as I possibly can. So it’s handy that I managed to stumble upon these handy iPhone related Muni apps that use NextBus information. Now all I need is a native looking (i.e. pretty) trip planner and I’m all set. So… Does anybody know of one off the top of their heads — or am I stuck using 511.org over EDGE?
Sometimes people end up exactly where they need to be. I wish there were some sort of rhyme or reason to it. From what I can figure out tho, there is none whatsoever. Some folks claim that they might have the answer — but they’re merely trying to make the chaos fit inside a wonderful little box that tries to explain everything away.
That’s not how it works. In fact, the box rarely manages to contain it all. And no matter how ornate and jewel encrusted that box is, it will never compete with or match the complexity and level of detail of the chaos trapped inside. Nor will it have an acceptable answer when pressed with anything more than innocent, childlike questions. Suspension of disbelief won’t work here. It requires too much faith.
The fact of the matter is, circumstances occur and people change. Stories can’t be written before they’re done being told. Actually, they can be. But if you don’t give yourself enough distance between you and the source material, it’ll end up coming out all wrong. All the changes that end up happening to the characters along the way are for the better. They end up accelerating the plot. Driving it forward. If you want to ask me to trust in the box you’ve tried to go and put my world into, I should be able to ask you to let yours out for a barefoot jog on my wave worn shores.
I’m not that type of person tho. I can’t make someone try something that I know contrasts so harshly with their world view. In fact, I don’t even like thinking it’s expected of me. I want someone who needs me to be true to myself more than anything. Someone who doesn’t have to try to be somebody else in order to make me happy. If we do that, all we’ve done is wear masks because we’re afraid of being alone. So I walk away.
And that brings me here. Exactly where I need to be.
Sarah tried to make friends with a goat over the weekend. The goat had other ideas tho…
Speaking of art exhibits, Sarah and I took a day trip from Bakersfield last weekend to go attend Coop‘s Brand Recognition opening at sixspace.
It was something that I promised Sarah that we could go do and I’m glad that I got the chance to take her to do it. As a reformed rockabilly, she was so excited to get to meet Coop in the flesh. She seemed to beam for most of the day — from the trip out, thru the exhibit itself and during our victory dinner of Monte Cristo sandwiches at Jerry’s.
I’m really happy when I get the opportunity to show Sarah why I love LA so darn much — and I’m even more happy to see her loving it too.
I finally managed to see Brick with Sarah this weekend — and I’d go so far as to say that it’s probably my favorite movie of the past year. Then again, I’ve always had a soft spot for film noir inspired work.
Perhaps one of my favorite bits of the movie were the snappy, rapid fire verbal acrobatics. How rapid fire was it? Let’s just say that at times, the delivery would have made the Gilmore Girls head spin.
Brad Bramish: Oh yeah?
Brendan Frye: Yeah.
Brad Bramish: Oh yeah?
Brendan Frye: Yeah.
Brad Bramish: Yeah?
Brendan Frye: There’s a thesaurus in the library. Yeah is under “Y”. Go ahead, I’ll wait.
Renting this totally made up for seeing “Snakes On A Plane” on Friday…
After spending seven and a half hours on the road — three of which were in LA traffic I might add1 — I’m set up on the fold out at Frazier’s downright palatial Oaktown lair.
Tomorrow is WordCamp, where Frazier and I will will be representing Hipster Mafia2. What that means is him and I are going to go to assorted talks and I’m going to give out business cards and act like a wanker3.
If you see me in the hall and want to say hello or throw rotten fruit, walk over and do so.
I’ll try to update a few times tomorrow as I sit in the sessions — but you know how it goes with me and promising to make updates, right? ;)