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Band: The Mulhollands Song: Beverly ( vid link on myspace ) Why: This beautifully shot video took me a by surprise. By the end all I wanted to do was sigh. I'm still trying to figure that part out.

Testing out Google's new feature / company they just bought. be nice.

just another echo park film permit THE PRODUCTION COMPANY: BENZOMATIC PHOTO WILL BE FILMING: LEVI'S UNDER PERMIT: S-212688 LOCATION: Intersection of Echo Park Blvd. and Fairbanks Pl. DATES: 2/26/08 HOURS: 7:00 A.M. - 1:00 P.M. DESCRIPTION OF SCENE: Models against scenery sitting on bus bench. Stationary picture bus in curb lane. Camera and equipment on street and sidewalk. One orangutan with trainer.

So when my girlfriend flew into LA last Thursday, neither of us expected a perfect VDay weekend. While we might be extremely sappy people, we are not the type caught up in the general expectation that this was to be a super romantic getaway. So ok, when I picked her up from Terminal 3, there was some wrapped candy under the seat - actually eight boxes of NECCO sweet heart tarts. So ok, we did have the best breakfast ever at Millie's Cafe Friday morning, seated along the sidewalk, ooh and ahhing over each other as much as each dish served in our area. So ok, we did the uber couplely thing of hitting Trader Joe's for supplies to stay in. I would attempt to make pancakes for each morning slept in or for dinner, post afternoon nap. So ok, I took her out for a walk hand in hand after Trade Joe's, but it was while I had my oil changed and she didn't mind one bit. (pic) So it with the bar set so low and with the intent to merely pend time with each other, it hella sucked when...

A lovely little video of Gemma Hayes recording Ran for Miles at Abbey Road studios.

If you haven't heard already, the Chicago, now Los Angeles based band She's Your Sister has decided to call it a day. Tonight at the Silver Lake Lounge is their second to last show, so come out and say goodbye. Final show will not be until March 29 @ ElCid. Such a great band. I highly suggest going tonight. Show info on flyer

"If you were socks and I were hands, we'd be a sock puppets."

zero percent = zero More about calculator. With a phone call and a miscommunication, I went from 100 percent to zero. I'm sorry. I feel like I'm disappointing people left and right tonight.

Second or third day working eleven hours at my desk seem to make me a little loopy. In those moments I'm somewhat touched that a trade mag used one of my quotes. Granted it was self supplied PR dribble I wrote in ten minutes; I just didn't realize that it would be incorporated into the feature article. And when I found a mystery package from B in the mail, I found myself ecstatic over the contents: vintage high school band buttons dug out from a prehistoric percussion room in Michigan. It's ok I'm with band would make a hella great shirt. During an office chat yesterday about another trade show in New Orleans I spoke of a finding an old friend* that slipped out of the Bay Area into a bar tending gig on Bourbon Street and rumble bout with rough times. She was alive but I didn't know how well. Seven years later she chose this morning to find me on myspace, from Portland teaching yoga no less. Strange days indeed. * Yes corey, we did date (read the comments)

I'm tired of being tired. But it goes on; back to a job that I love and loves me back by wearing me out, back to two hour phone calls that I love to repeat on a daily basis. This what normal people do. But normal people also got out and I've done only that once in the last month. I just need to get the f' out tonight and have a drink. So if you're voting, bring your "I Voted" sticker down to Seven Grand for LAist's Super Tuesday Party and a free drink for the first 75 people (7-9pm). It's what normal people do. (You should probably vote and not mug someone of their sticker)

Band: The Mountain Goats Song: Sax Rohmer #1 off the new album Heretic Pride Why: I have 400+ songs in itunes by the Mountain Goats aka John Darnielle; I'm a little biased.

NKOTB reuniting!?!?

My girlfriend recently asked what winter was like in Los Angeles. “It rains,” I replied, “Then people drive real slow.” “Then they drive real fast leading to crashes. Then back to slow.” "A few days of that and we're back in the high sixties and sunny." "I can't wait." She referred to an upcoming move to the Golden State from her ever creeping closer to the glaciers Michigan. Well, she might have said "You suck." actually.

So I ordered some components from a very small and extremely unique business in Southern California for a promotion I'm working on. Granted these were not easy to find objects but they said via email that everything online was in stock at the store. Played it safe and ordered four from the site instead of the thirty I needed. A few days pass and a very nice inquiry is sent electronically as to the status since my credit card had yet to be billed. I list the item number, description, my name, business (the ship to address) and the order number. I simply want to make sure they got my order. Their first response is that there isn't a record of my order and then ask if I placed it at another store...Um they are the only store in the Western US, self proclaimed largest in the world shop that sells these type of items. I send them a short "Yes. Here is a PDF of my confirmation." They respond: We see the problem. You failed to provide the correct address. The address given...

With made up words and ones that sound nothing like they should I left the state of Michigan for the first time. Small roads took me into Coldwater just four days prior and past the jerky stores and "EAT HERE" signs out front of roadside restaurants. I joked that one day I'd open a place across the street named "NO HERE" painted in illegally warm colors not called drab gray or drab white. But this was the day I was heading to Detroit in once plowed snow away from her. I stared out over fallow cornfield blue rows only broken up by roads and red board barns. I smiled at her. The shoulder piles turned gray as we drove closer. This was the day that came too soon.

My new job is still kicking my ass...where they have me doing such things being in charge of "...a party boat through the Hudson and near the statue of liberty" to entertain clients for an upcoming trade show I'm going to. I'll raise a silent blogsphere glass to you losers guys while tooting around Manhattan like the Skipper. Did I mention how much I love this job?

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Work is kicking my ass and since over half my job involves writing I find myself too tired when I get home to put together a post yet bursting with thoughts to put down. So yeah give me a few days. For now here's why this Californian boy braved a snow storm in Michigan.

I didn't even know Detroit had a baseball team.

Found free wifi next to my gate thanks to Seattle Best coffee and I don't get to blog from the road all too much in the past, so hey, this is what it's like. wow. It's 3am in LA but since it's 6 over here I'm hating it right now. one hour sleep or the catherine zeta jones in flight movie. which is worse? Oh took the tram between terminals. that was fast. 2.5 more hours until I land in Detroit Rock City. And snow.