Feist at the Hollywood Bowl...

So, Monoli scored us free tickets to Feist on Sunday. It was a blast. Unfortunately, I got really drunk and failed to update my fantasy baseball team. As a result, I'm not kicking the first place team's ass like I should have been if I would have started Jon Lester and Jorge Campillo.


Monoli took this pic from his brand new iphone, lucky bastard.

I think Stacy is laughing at the plumber's butt in the background (she has eyes in the back of her head). Yeah, she's really that cool/talented!

GLOW in Santa Monica

So, these are some of the pictures I took from "Glow" in Santa Monica last Friday. It was rather disappointing to say the least. The exhibits were pretty lame for the most part, and there was way too many people there. The event wasn't well organized, there were no bathrooms (aside from the beach itself), and there was a motley crew of various L.A. freaks from brahs, skaters, bums, gangsters, yippies, hippies, goths, tweekers, teenagers, hip-sters, posers, moms, middle-aged hippies, whole Hispanic/Latino families camping out at the beach, and everything in between. In-fact, that was the most interesting thing about the event-all the different people there. However, from eaves-dropping on various passerbyers the general consensus was that people were very disappointed by the event, and felt very uncomfortable being around so many different types of people. They masked their discomfort by talking shit about the various groups they weren't a member of.

Despite the diversity of the L.A. area, most of that diversity keeps to itself. It's very rare that everyone mixes together like a true community. Most of the time people just talk shit about the different people in the city they don't understand. That's how diversity is celebrated in America. We love to tout it, but we really don't like living with one another (unless we're separated by out suburbs and we're watching it take place on the boob-tube). Putting everyone together for one night turned out to be an interesting social experiment. I'm surprised no one got seriously injured. Oh wait, they did.

All-in-all, it was a fun experience, but I wouldn't do it again. And I doubt the city of Santa Monica will either. It was completely unsafe to have that many people in that area at once. I'm surprised the pier or the small catwalk over the PCH didn't collapse.

Stacy is not "glowing" from the experience of "glow". The lack of restrooms were even more of a problem for the women.

Relaaaax, kind of...

Okay, so I sent out most of my submissions for the time being and I sold my car. So I can relax for the time being in a relative sort of way. Although, I'm sure I'll find something else to worry about soon enough. I'll post my proposals (w/ sample chapters) on here later in the week.

There is hope, it's just that the submission process is really, really aggravating. It doesn't help that I've got three novels fresh on my mind that I want to get started on. Oh well, I guess this is just part of paying my dues. Once I get this out of the way I'll have free reign to write whenever I want, and not have to deal w/ the life and business end of being an unknown who has to pay the bills w/out his writing.

There is hope for the world yet, thanks to me.

PDF Novel

I'll be posting a PDF link to my novel "The Land of Lost Dreams" very soon. I think it'll be easier and more convenient than posting separate chapters on the blog. I suppose I'll post it on my facebook and myspace pages too.

I'd have posted it now, but I want to submit it first. I'm finding the search for editors and agents to be extremely aggravating. I'd much rather be writing or doing something productive. It doesn't help that I finally realized it's a waste of time and money to submit to major editors and publishing houses. As a result of my ignorance I spent way too much time sifting through candidates. I've come to the conclusion that I should limit my submissions to small houses that accept unsolicited, unagented proposals and to literary agents themselves.

I'm not looking forward to going back to the library to look for agents instead of reading and writing. It's like being at a candy store w/out being able to eat the candy. And to top things off all I get to eat is liver. I'm starting to think I should have been an engineer or computer programmer or something.

I really wish my high school English teacher wouldn't have "inspired" me to write. I almost want to go back and say: "God damnit! Why did you have to inspire me? Why couldn't you have been like all my Berkeley professors and have made reading and writing the most boring, anal-retentive, politically correct, agenda driven bull-shit in the realm of human creation! Not to mention, a completely useless skill in the real world. Now I'm stuck slaving away in some godforsaken public school, in some godforesaken city while I look for editors/agents in my spare time. Why couldn't you have told me what the real world is really like?! Most people suck and are utterly hopeless! There's nothing I can do to change that, so I might as well get mine like everyone is doing before this shit-house of a civilization we've created goes up in flames!"

Oh well, I'll quit my ranting and get back to my search.

FYI: The book isn't that cynical. Its just brutally honest. There's some measure of hope for humanity. It's just that hope has a price like anything else. It's going to cost. There's hope for humanity itself, but that doesn't mean there's hope for every single person. Some of us a just fucked in one way or the other, for one reason or another. It usually has something to do with the nature of our dreams.

Fucking Sweet! A WLA Homeless dude bicycle gang!

I wish I would have had my camera a few days before when there were at least 20 homeless dudes on bikes (most likely stolen) riding around the 405 interchange near Santa Monica in WLA. They looked totally badass all hooping and hollering, doing wheelies and downing moonshine while heckling drivers waiting to get on the freeway. Unfortunately, I believe the police confiscated their bikes and now they're relegated to just sitting on the curb in stolen lawn chairs while heckling drivers and panhandling for some spaaaare chaiiinnnnng (maybe so they can buy some wicked new bikes?).

Treant Reznor and Eddie Vedder should team up to slay ticketmaster....

fuck ticketmaster. This is the comment I left them concerning "my experience with ticketmaster and what I could do to improve that experience". The absence of a fat dick up my ass would be a good start.


The "convenience fee" charge per ticket is excessive. Eleven-dollars per ticket multiplied by six tickets equal $66. That's not very convenient for me. What exactly am I getting that's conveniently worth $66? Isn't it just as convenient for you -- the vendor -- to not have to pay people to sell tickets for your shows at a record store? Doesn't it save you money by selling tickets on-line? In-fact, it seems more convenient on your end because you can charge everyone an extra $11 a ticket for something that is saving you money and time in the first place. And I bet its pretty convenient for ticketmaster to collect well over $100,000 in convenience fees for a sold out show. So, please stop calling it a convenience fee, because it's more like a cock in the ass fee to help fill the bottomless pit that is your greedy, corporate soul.

Are you fucking kidding me?

How does this pig have the nerve to claim"executive privilege"? He isn't even the fucking President. He is an adviser. He isn't even an elected official for Christ's sake. He's a private citizen subject to the same laws as the average American. Isn't this a democracy? Aside from the President doing whatever he says he is equal to every American. Well, maybe that does make him the President or at the very least not equal to every American?

If we weren't such a "nation of whiners" (not to mention lazy, consumer, zombiesque sheep who'd rather just sit in front of the t.v. and/or computer screen while bitching, moaning, and taking what the talking heads have to say for granted) we'd get off our collective, lazy American asses and tar and feather sons-of-bitches like Rove. Now that's some old school American values for you. I'm sick of excuse makers like Rove hiding behind their bull-shit. We better make them pay for usurping the American Dream, real American values, and replacing them with their own brand of consumerist morality cloaked in religious rhetoric and demagogic speeches before we all end up paying for their sins (we already are through years of blind complacency while selfishly chasing our lost dreams). There's a reason why television execs and the like call the media you consume "programming". Feed the beast, feed the system, and the system pays you back. If you're not on the winning team then your just another loser (a nobody) getting fucked by the system. They don't care about nothing, except filling that black hole in their souls. They're so full of shit -- swimming in it -- that I think they actually kind of believe their lies.

Are you a hunter or are you a gatherer? Or just another fucking sheep-consumer. BAhhh. Feed me.

It has been a long time...

I've been missing in action, and to tell the truth I kind of burnt myself out with this blogging thing. I'm not exactly sure if it's my thing. Oh well, I'll still post every now and then when feeling especially inspired and/or bored.

I'm finally over being sick after 16 days. I got sick after getting back from the Midwest, Flagstaff/Sedona, and Mexico.


I suppose I should post the rest of the pictures on Flicker or something. Maybe, I'll post a link to them along with the .pdf of my novel once I put it up. I'm currently sifting through editors to submit to at the moment. It's a long list. I'm trying to make it shorter. I should be ready to go by Friday.


Cheers, and I hope you all find freedom in fireworks, hotdogs, hotwings, burgers, beer, and various other consumables this fourth of July.