Don't Call it Music

What KanYe is doing right now with Graduation is is the definition of Hip-Hop. It actually is supposed to be fun.

Floetry

I went to see Floetry at the Independent in SF last night, and shit, I guess they split up sometime ago, and now the 'Floecist' is someone different. Not that I'm complaining, she's hot. Anyway, 'twas a dope concert, albeit a crazy mature crowd. I recommend highly.

For what it's worth

I just got back from a pretty gnarly crash next to the police station across of the Jamba Juice in Bancroft. I did a super wide turn while a dude in a grey car pulled up to the stop sign. I thought for a split second that I could make the turn and I would just be cutting it pretty close, and at the least I would look pretty cool. But I didn't.

My handlebars took most of the hit, so now there's a gash in the underneath part of my grips. The stem was also torqued a little bit, so I had to straighten it out a little. I spun my front wheel to see if it was warped, and there was a very small wobble, but the hubs were spinning straight still. Of course, for the aesthetics's sake, I had to check the frame for scratches. Thankfully there weren't any more scratches than usual.

Finally, I checked myself, haha. (My priorities were tested...) There's a bruise and a cut on my right wrist, and I scraped my knee. Nothing a spartan cannot handle. (Paul bought the DVD!)

But this post is dedicated to the nice girl who walked her bike next to me for a couple lengths to make sure I was alright. (She was pretty cute, too) The dude in the car was also concerned about me and I was just happy he didn't press charges, cuz it was totally my fault. There was a policeman who saw the whole thing and was staring at me. I figure I should get moving before the sugar in his donuts kicks in. I guess the po-po starts to feel existential whenever something bad happens and the people involved settle it themselves.

I hope I don't disturb my karma by doing this, but that was really the nicest possible bike crash that could ever happen.

Like Kanye, I need Daft Punk right now.

God if there's anything I regret more than anything right now I don't know how I'd feel. I'm so frustrated that I hadn't had the foresight to buy tickets to tonights Daft Punk concert at the Greek Theatre three months ago when I actually had the money. Man, my frustration actually drove me to try to simulate a similar experience by playing Grid Wars and listening to Human After All at the same time. Nope. It can never equal the greatness that is Daft Punk.

MAN I missed out. 

I promise. I will never miss out on another one. Kanye, Common, Roots, Clipse, be ready. I'ma rock yo' concerts. HARD.

H-O-R-S-E

It never ceases. First a hummus sandwich to start the day, then a trip to Amoeba to pick up a random DVD and a random CD for five and one dollar, respectively. Then a chili-cook-off where I tasted the most delicious chili called "Hair on your Chest." It had the most delicious pork in it. Did you watch Ratatouie? The scene of the grumpy food critic happened to me. Tasting that pork in the chili reminded me so much of some good ol' home cooked menudo. I was reverted back to the time I ate all the pork but my mom was yelling at me to eat my vegetables. It was that good. Then I watched Hairspray. (I don't even know what to say about this movie. I mean, what the hell John Travolta?!) Then I listened to a folk band and meagerly contributed on the bongo's. Then I was presented to an assortment of ici flavors.

All resulted to hella farts. I mean I need Gas Triple X for this shit. I have exceeded my methane quota for at least a month. I'd probably see a hole in the ozone layer above my house on Google Earth.

Oh man.

Thanks so much Patrici!

Sorry, Mr. Internet.

I apologize to anyone out there reading this blog for not posting. I'm getting terribly lazy with things, and I was trying to light my pants in fire but failed miserably. I was too lazy to switch computers because google somehow didn't work on the lappy. Yearsh, right?

Anyway, I just want to post real quick on some things that are worth saying, I think.

Live Free or Die Hard is a sneaky summer smash hit. I loved it.
Transformers could do without the disney love story but I guess it's necessary. I very much enjoyed the giant robot tomfoolery.
I have been fasting from the bike and it's been downright ridiculous the things I'd do to avoid moving around because I don't have a bike for easy travel. The bus really sucks. But Tuesday will change all that. Glamour shots to come, hopefully.

I have some big plans. I hope to stick to them. (Crosses fingers)