After I got off work yesterday I drove down to San Diego to meet up with my little sis so we could catch the 100 Monkeys concert. We had a great time. I'm really glad I made the drive because it was well worth it. I only started listening to this band less than a week ago and since I immediately dug their sound I of course had to check out the live show. Luckily for me 100 Monkeys had just started their tour. I'm definitely going to check them out again as soon they head back to L.A.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
100 Monkeys @ SOMA
After I got off work yesterday I drove down to San Diego to meet up with my little sis so we could catch the 100 Monkeys concert. We had a great time. I'm really glad I made the drive because it was well worth it. I only started listening to this band less than a week ago and since I immediately dug their sound I of course had to check out the live show. Luckily for me 100 Monkeys had just started their tour. I'm definitely going to check them out again as soon they head back to L.A.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Fortune Cookie
"Any doubts you may have will disappear early this month."
Wonderful because I'm beginning to doubt my entire existence.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Coachella!
Coachella was amazing! I had so much fun and it wasn't even as hot as I expected it to be.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Summer '09
Oh, I can't wait for summer. I'm looking forward to many things in the summer of '09. I've got my second European trip in June/July featuring Denmark, Sweden, and beautiful Paris, France. I better brush up on my French. August will be all rock and a little roll with Kings of Leon and No Doubt/Paramore concerts. If only I can make it through the next 15 weeks I will once again fly away and vacate my life. I really need to just disappear for a while, unfortunately I have a time limit of two weeks.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Coachella
I am so excited cause I just bought tickets for the Friday date of Coachella. I can't wait for April. I need my Franz Ferdinand fix. I am also looking forward to seeing Conor Oberst and The Ting Tings. I love live music and hopefully I will find some new bands to love. So is it April yet?
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
C'mon Lets Get High
I love, love, love then new Franz Ferdinand album Tonight: Franz Ferdinand. I downloaded it last night and listened to it all day at work. I probably ended up listening to the entire album like five times. It is seriously amazing. I need to see these guys live. Maybe I will attend their Coachella show in April. Anyways you should definitely check it out. I swear it's brilliant.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
HOPE!
Change is upon us. Finally, I along with the rest of America and the world can breath easier knowing that we have a man in the highest office in this country who can unite us so together we can conquer all of the problems that are plaguing this great nation. We have be shitted on by Bush and his administration for the last eight years. And by we I mean the entire world. Bush didn't just set out to fuck up the U.S., but it seemed as if his mission was to take down the entire world with us. Mission Accomplished!I believe in Barack Obama. I believe he wants what is best for this country and will work hard to fix the many problems that have arisen over the past eight years. However, I don't expect a miracle. It will be a difficult journey for him and hopefully Americans will give him eight years to bring this country back to greatness. It's obvious how America is viewed across the world has greatly diminished during Bush's reign. Hopefully Barack can reach out to the rest of the world and prove how great America is. He can and I believe he will bring pride back to our nation.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Martin Luther King, Jr.
In honor of the great man who we celebrate today I thought I would post his famous and inspirational "I Have a Dream" speech. Tomorrow part of that dream will be realized with the inauguration of Barack Obama. We have come a long way in regard to racism in this nation, but we still have a long way to go. Ultimately it will be up to the youth of this nation and the youth of this world to bring about further change and banish intolerance and hatred.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
"I Have a Dream"
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.
We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.
We cannot turn back.
There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For Whites Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:
My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.
And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.
But not only that:
Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!
Martin Luther King, Jr.
"I Have a Dream"
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.
We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.
We cannot turn back.
There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For Whites Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:
My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.
And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.
But not only that:
Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Euro Trip
So it's back to the daily 9-5 grind, well in my case it’s actually 7-5. I have been so exhausted since I returned from Europe. I just can’t seem to find my rhythm. I need to do some serious bonding with my pillows and blankets. I am glad to be home. I think getting away every once in a while is essential to help you appreciate what you have. It gives you an opportunity to miss home.
The trip was great, but getting there was not fun at all. I got LAX 2 ½ hours early and stood in line for about 45 minutes to check my bags. Then I went up stairs where I had to wait outside in the cold to go through the security checkpoint. The line really wasn’t that long, but of course it still took about an hour because the TSA agents go down the line and pull out all of the assholes who couldn’t be bothered to show up early to the airport early and are on the verge of missing their flights. So I had to wait and wait and wait. So what the fuck is the point of showing up so early if you can just show up late and cut in front of everyone?
Flew to Chicago. I fucking hate that airport. I had to walk like a mile to get on the train that takes you to the international terminal where I had to go through security again. Took off my shoes, took off my jacket, took off my hoodie, took off my belt, laptop out of the case. Now I’m jogging to my gate cause the plane is about to leave, but made it. On to Stockholm.
Arrived in Sweden. Went through passport control and then security again. Are you fucking kidding me? I got off the plane and the only way to get to the gates or to exit out of the airport was to first pass through passport control where they grill you on why and how long you’re going to be in their country. Then about 30 feet in front of me is security. I just don’t understand why I have to do it all again when I have had no opportunity to exit or reenter the airport. At least the Swedes didn’t make me take my shoes off. Denmark here I come.
Finally, I arrived at my final destination after over 14 hours of flying.
Copenhagen is a beautiful city. It’s so old and rich in history. I did quite a bit of sightseeing. I saw a few castles.
Will have to finish this blog later, need to bond with the pillows.
The trip was great, but getting there was not fun at all. I got LAX 2 ½ hours early and stood in line for about 45 minutes to check my bags. Then I went up stairs where I had to wait outside in the cold to go through the security checkpoint. The line really wasn’t that long, but of course it still took about an hour because the TSA agents go down the line and pull out all of the assholes who couldn’t be bothered to show up early to the airport early and are on the verge of missing their flights. So I had to wait and wait and wait. So what the fuck is the point of showing up so early if you can just show up late and cut in front of everyone?
Flew to Chicago. I fucking hate that airport. I had to walk like a mile to get on the train that takes you to the international terminal where I had to go through security again. Took off my shoes, took off my jacket, took off my hoodie, took off my belt, laptop out of the case. Now I’m jogging to my gate cause the plane is about to leave, but made it. On to Stockholm.
Arrived in Sweden. Went through passport control and then security again. Are you fucking kidding me? I got off the plane and the only way to get to the gates or to exit out of the airport was to first pass through passport control where they grill you on why and how long you’re going to be in their country. Then about 30 feet in front of me is security. I just don’t understand why I have to do it all again when I have had no opportunity to exit or reenter the airport. At least the Swedes didn’t make me take my shoes off. Denmark here I come.
Finally, I arrived at my final destination after over 14 hours of flying.
Copenhagen is a beautiful city. It’s so old and rich in history. I did quite a bit of sightseeing. I saw a few castles.
Will have to finish this blog later, need to bond with the pillows.
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