Pirates Rule.

I want to tell kids who are just approaching theit first foray into the "real world" that it's not all it's made up to be. I feel like they deserve a warning for the next 5 or 10 years. But then I realize that a lot of the kids who enter the work force are completely useless and totally inexperienced. And then I figure that these shitbag kids will be making more money for doing less work than me right out of school. Why? Because they know some cock who went to the same fraternity as they did. So fuck those kids.

Seriously, I'm second guessing my decision to pass for a player in the corporate world. People at work are just slightly off kilter for me - all into renting Tahoe cabins for the snowboarding season and shit. Going to lunch at different restaurants because that's interesting. I feel like a character in American Psycho.

In any case, I miss being alone. I never have alone time anymore - sometimes I'm lucky to have a few hours on the weekend. Eh. It's making me very tense.

Enough bitterness. I'm actually not doing bad lately - I'm just stressed at work and it's bleeding into my world. I am enjoying the brisk fall weather - both the torrential rain and the crisp sunny days. It's good thinking weather. Red wine. Pot. Radiohead. Ruminations. Heater.

I've been needing a 40-on-the-beach-talking-about-life night. It's not Santa Cruz. I can't rock that anymore, which is sad.

Bygones. I'm content. Stressed, but content. This is all I ask for.

Bonfires and Crown Vics

I took a road trip to Santa Cruz with Frank & Christine to enjoy the weather. We headed into town and stopped for coffee at Pergolesi, where we met up with Scot & Liz.



Then it was on to the beach for some bonfire action. Mid-February and spring in California, and I couldn't be any more ready for it to be here. We hit up Seabright beach with some sandwiches, wine, s'mores and fir'wood. Below, one of the neighboring bonfires - not the one with the 15-year old kids talking about penises in their ears. There were even some fireworks - we assumed in celebration of Chinese New Year.



Scot was the fire dominator.

The green dot below is the lighhthouse, Great Gatsby style.
Overall, a very nice break from the normal grind. I drank some wine, smoked some weed, talked some talk, made some s'mores. The weather was perfect - not too windy or cold. The fog rolled in and it got a little damp, but the fire was warm enough to take care of the chill.

We packed up, headed to the cars and went home - the car ride back out of town reminded me of riding in the back of Jeff's 5-0 Mobile. Hip-hop blasting in the car, all the windows down, Dan's arm crooked out the front passenger window with a lit cigarette and Jeff's arms flailing wildly to the beat while he steers over the 17. Me, stoned, in the back under a blanket, not able to hear the conversation in the front, and not caring because it's entertaining enough to read their gesticulation. The lights rushing by, streaking blurs with matching circles of reflection swooping past in a frenetic pattern.

Wool

-On living with Mom - It's going to be nice to not constantly have someone to whom to compare myself. Not that it's a bad thing - it's mostly that I notice how I've inherited certain characteristics of hers and diverge completey on certain others. I notice myself noticing more often than maybe I should. And it's good to have a clear head to notice other stuff instead.

Wall Street

Wow. I went to dinner/drinks with one of my bosses and a vendor we work with. A lot of history there, but the end result is that I spent a night out drinking with a VP level boss. This guy was a baller back in the dot com boom - back when there were too many around that everyone should have known it was short-lived. We talked some shop - a lot of shop - and needless to say it was an interesting time. All I have to say is that he turned my stereo up when The Mars Volta came on and I was like, "Waaa?".

My boss (and, on and off, the rest of the staff) is in the UK - so it's pretty mellow right now. I am really hoping for a UK trip on my horizon, but it's not looking good. Boo.

Work=Vortex

Lame. I spend too much time bitching about spending too much time working. No more needs be written.

I'm going apartment-hunting in SF this weekend - it's time. Oakland is dead to me.

On a side-note, The Stone's "Beast of Burden" is a damn fine song.

On another side-note, I'm exhausted. My original hope was to compose something much more articulate but I've used all my words alotted for today.