deconstipated

it’s true. don’t live in the past. if you never let it go, you can’t live in the present. and just forget about the future.

since we’ve been back i’ve been trying to finish up summarizing our costa rica trip. which i finally did (cleverly/annoyingly backdated), thank goodness, although i think i passed the 30-day grace period on that. something must have expired by now. the details, the nuances, the pleasant memories. this is what i get for not writing anything down in the last week of our trip.

what this did end up doing is totally stop me from writing about anything new going on. because there are really exciting and earthshaking things going on, but i haven’t been able have the mindspace to put them down, as i’ve been afraid that some little detail about costa rica would get squeezed out. like that part about how we ate at the magic ginger restaurant because it was “the only french restaurant (featuring a chef straight from la belle france!) on the carribean coast,” only the dinner TASTED LIKE ASS. maybe the chef was back home for the january sales? or maybe it tasted like FRENCH ASS and we didn’t get it. in any case, thanks lonely bollocks!

i did wish that i had brought that stupid hand held pocket sudoku game that we all got for christmas. it’s sort of useless at home, not that i don’t play sudoku, but i already have it on my phone so i don’t need another gadget. but out in the rainforest after burning through all my (and many other) books, it would have been perfect for killing some time. or a few days.

one final rant: CAN WE SUCK IT UP AND GO METRIC ALREADY? i’m tired of going to other countries and not knowing how far away things are, how much they weigh, and how fast i’m really driving. can we just get in line so everyone knows what everyone else is talking about? i only really figured out how long a mile is a few years ago, so changing now wouldn’t be that big of a deal.

on the other hand, i spent five minutes figuring out how to ask, “how much does the gasoline cost for a litre?” in spanish and it turns out that they use gallons for gas.

of course.

on with the present. onward to the future. pura vida!

le petit orb

last night we went to supperclub to see le petit orb playing. how often do you get to sit in big large white beds, be fed a five course gourmet meal, while THE ORB play a dj set live? fan-fucking-tastic.

beside, what else are you going to do on your valentine’s day eve, go see a movie or something? maybe that one where the queen of scotland is actually marky mark undercover or is that matt damon and he’s actually a child molester who ends up shooting cate blanchette with a rifle and causing no more babies to be born until that little girl escapes the monster with eyes on his hands who is later defeated by infra-man and falls into the bottomless pit? because i’ve seen that one already.

i realize now that i’ve seen the orb in all sorts of wacky places: in bed at a fancy dinner party, in an orchestral concert hall in the middle of the night, and in the middle of the desert (before it became fashionable). what’s left? i think i still have to do “on a train in the rain” and “in a box with a fox”.

southwoot!

this (pre-)announcement just in from southwest airlines:

sweet! no more hoofing it to oakland airport and dealing with the airbart bus. instead, just smooth quick riding on bart directly to sfo! now trips to see hmc in lost angels will be even easier.

oh wait, i was supposed to just figure out how to live in the same city so we wouldn’t have to fly to see one another, right? hmmmm.

you had me at garmin

blah blah blah budwiser and puppies and office survivor. how can i not love this super bowl commercial the most when it’s a huge tribute to my beloved ultraman?

everyone loves those coke ads, but is it too much to ask to actually air NEW commercials for the super bowl and not ones they’ve been playing in theatres for months and months?