Free Ballin'

I went to dinner tonight while going commando. There is something freeing about knowing there isn’t a second line of defense between your business and the world. If you’ve never done it, do it tomorrow, you won’t regret it. My favorite is to do it when you need to do a quick errand, like running to the grocery store. If you run into me at the Albertsons in Burbank it is probably happening right in front of your eyes.

A letter to the President

Dear Mr. President,

Last night I had plans to meet a friend for a movie. As I navigated through West L.A. on my way to Culver City all traffic came to a screeching halt as I approached Olympic. I tried several different routes and a couple secret residential short-cuts I have, and all of them netted the same result, a dead stop. I called my friend to say I wasn’t going to make it and I turned around and headed home. When I arrived home I fired up the laptop and googled, “what could possibly be more important than my plans for dinner and a movie”, and it turns out the president was in town. Apparently he had some business is Hancock Park and all of Olympic had been closed for his motorcade. All I’m saying is that, Mr. President, next time you are making travel plans, be a little more considerate of others, it’s not always all about you sir.

Sincerely,
Upset

I twittered, tweeted, twated???

Hello everyone, I am now on twitter so that I can let you know when I have posted a new blog. Feel free to follow if you like or just continue to check in now and again and see if there is anything new.

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Via con Dios good buddy

On August 14th, 2010 I had to say good-bye to a good friend, my 1985 Chevrolet Sprint. I acquired the Sprint in 2003 or 2004 for the price of $500, the Sprint turned out to be priceless. The Sprint was a reliable go-to car for me while I fixed up the Cadillac, when I was in between cars, or I just wanted the feeling of driving a go-kart on the freeway. Then the Sprint did something for me that I never thought I would be able to do, I was able to give my Dad a car. For Father's Day 2005, I passed the Sprint on to my Dad. The Sprint has been getting him back and fourth from work for the past 5 years.

The Sprint and I had many good times and it will be missed. There were the trips to the beach, Mountain High, McCloud's house with 6-8 bikes stuffed in the back, and going places that it just didn't fit in. I always drove the Sprint with pride, even in its later days when it was starting to break down a bit. Just like the many parts on the Sprint that were from the Ecology Auto Center (a pick your own part junkyard) the Sprint made its way there to be a donor to those Sprints that still have a little drive left in them.

I have no idea how this works

Have you ever looked at something and thought I have no idea how this works? I was looking out of the window of the plane the other day (instead of sleeping because apparently the guy next to me had never flown and wanted to take iPhone video of the clouds) and as I looked at the wing and all of the hydraulics working I thought, “I have no idea how this works!” It is an intricate array of small moving parts that must all work together. I know the general principle, that the bottom of the wing is flat and the top is curved, thus the air takes longer to travel over the top allowing the plane to lift off the ground, but as far as the engines and wing controls I am clueless. Yet I get on planes over and over again just assuming they will work and I won’t come crashing to my death from 50,000 feet. When you really think about it, how much of the stuff you use on a daily basis do you really understand how it works? Take my iPhone for example, I have no idea how the touch screen works, how it can send a signal to a satellite in space and transfers my voice to another phone. Can you imagine being one of the few who actually understand this stuff? Next time you hit the brakes in your car think about if you even know how they stop you from smashing into that Prius in front of you.

Dane Cook is not a douche bag

Dane Cook stopped by the Joe Rogan podcast last week, and as I sat on a plane listening to it, I thought to myself , “why did I stop liking Dane Cook?” I remember the first time I heard Harmful if Swallowed and Retaliation, five of us were driving up to Mountain High to pick up our season passes and Jay said I have something for us to listen to. The five of us spent the entire drive laughing hysterically and quoting back things we just heard. Then something happened, Dane Cook became the best self-promoting comic of all time, he was the first one to utilize Myspace in a way that all of sudden he was playing arenas to crowds of forty to sixty thousand people. He was now popular, everyone knew who he was, everyone was a fan, and everyone was quoting him. Dane Cook had sold out, went mainstream, and people started hating on him. I will admit that I too lost interest and may have called him a douche at one time or another. It’s a strange phenomenon when something you love or enjoy becomes loved and enjoyed by many. What you enjoyed didn’t changed, but you don’t want to be one of the masses, you want to be a part of a small exclusive club. I take back what I said, Dane Cook is not a douche bag……unless he really is, then I stand by my statement.