mardi gras in san luis obispo

ive been to a good number of mardi gras in san luis, since my sister was a freshman at cal poly in 1997 till this year i think ive missed it once. every year its been a blast and every year its gained a little more attention from people outside of the local community to the point that people come from LA and SF just to party there this weekend. a few years ago due to the shear mass of people that congregated downtown for the annual parade the city decided to shut it down as a form of crowd control. horrid idea. now they party has gone else where like to apartment complexes like cedar creek and its been crazy the last couple years. crazy but not over the top, now this year in "anticipation" of rowdy crowds cops were brought in cops from 20 different agencies to calm the storm as it were. but of course in typical cop fashion instead of blending with the cowrds to make sure the people obeyed the law and stayed safe they flexed their muscle and blocked off california street so people couple get to cedar from the campus side. a few fundamental reasons why this was a bad idea. it gives people a reason to not like the cops presence. it didn't really black anyone because if they were smart enough they could have just walked around like my friends and i did. it give people a reason to congregate and get obnoxious. this cost the city over $50,000. (http://www.sanluisobispo.com/mld/sanluisobispotribune/7871551.htm for info) there was a fucking police helicopter flying for hours overhead, FOR WHAT!? like that search light did any good other than to give people a direction to flip a middle finger to and yell fuck the police. this was a sad mardi gras because it just shows how little these agencies understand what their purpose is. do you really thing that all the vandalism that has happened in the past reached $50,000 in damage? i doubt it. city leaders need to get their heads out of their asses and out of our faces and realize that you can not stop mardi gras especially in a town that boasts the largest celebration west of the mississippi. so what you need to do it make san luis safe. have the cops but make their presence and integrated presence, don't line up in full swat roit gear and shoot people with tear gas paintball guns. come on people, i go to community college and i can see that that isn't going to work.

the crying game

this entry has nothing to do with crying, games or the movie from which that title was borrowed. it in fact has to do with kittens and more specifically why kittens are so damn funny. i dont know. but every picture i see of a kitten is absolutely hilarious, and myspace is overflowing with kitten snapshots. whether the kitten be running for his life from rectangular masterbation demons, scratching records on a turntable, or being held and gunpoint cleverly captured in that little "you've excited me to the point where i must totally exagerate that im about to pounce on something" pose so that he looks like he is holding his paws up. they are all classic. i was in kind of a funky mood today, but no longer. kitten humor has saved the day. i hope i have a cool dream tonight, i love sleeping so much that i forget to dream too often.

pollen: plant reproductive cell or horrible plague from the fiery depths of hell?

i spent the weekend in tahoe, beautiful snow, no pollen. i come back here and i am immediately assaulted by that god awful yellow mist. hacking, weezing, shortness of breath, this is bad for someone who trys to sing. but inspite of this adversity i sang quite well at our friends house after dinner tonight, one of my best performances to date i think, and my friend is going to hook me up with a singer/song writer dude in santa clara. soooo we'll see what happens with that. in the mean time claritin, you are my only friend. red wine, you can come too.

a funny thing

we are a strange group of beings, we are so stuck an appearence. i think there should be institutionalized training to help people overcome first impression decisions. i painted my left hand finger nails black and its amazing how off put people get. i wear all "average" clothing so im classified one way then someone sees my hand and you can see in there eyes how they are mentally reevaluating their position on you. VERY interesting. i just wish i knew more people, talking to friends is so much nicer than strangers because you can be more honest. well usually. ;)

if you could only see the way i popped inside

there is nothing worse than bad porn. and there is no worse porn than when couples get into the business. "oh hunny are you ok?" "you like the way that feels?" look im not spending precious hours of my life watching eccentric marriage counciling, i want non communitive grunts and that funny slapping noise and thats it... ok the occational weaking strung together plot line can come too. i was given these words: wisdom, vintage, fence, dolls, psychic, down, want , private, served , effect, homes, frequencies and told to make a sentence with all of them. so i made this: like wavering radio frenquencies, at times, in private, my want to feel the effect of my vintage wisdome outweighed my foresight, as it no longer sat upon the fence, or tumbled down as my dolls once did with a strange consistency that not only served to promote the notion that i harbored psychic abilities, but that the homes in which i was raised were somehow blessed beyond that of the average dwelling see this is what i should do for a living, people need to pay me to write and sing. thats the plan :)

exersizes in insomnia

It is 4:15 in the morning, no man should have to have his eyes open at 4:15 in the morning. Nyquil you can suck my ass, sickness you can suck my ass, room temperaturs below 60 deg. you definitely can suck my ass. The future vexes me as of late. I woke up a few minutes ago thinking about two things, well three. First I thought how odd it was that I felt high on drugs because I'm so awake yet can't open my eyes, second I thought back to my performance tonight, and third I worried about my transcripts not getting to Arizona in time which means I would have to spend at least another semester here. Yes that would mean that I would still be attending community college courses with kids that were freshman when I was a senior... Another thing that worries me is a tangent of the Arizona problem. I love music, if I can I'll spend the rest of my life playing it. But as for the academic portion of it, I'm not sure if I'm cut out for it. I got kind of a late start in the music game and to major in it , but people assume that I've been taking formal lessons for six or eight years. I've made a good start and my ear is right on but I'm affraid of throwing myself into the frey and being embarrased. I don't mind critisism, but when it comes to something like my music that I spend countless hours trying to perfect, I don't like the thought of being marginalized by music professor who worries more about correct key signatures than the soul behind my piece. If I could have in my way, I'd go away to school to learn something music related maybe more on the technical end, get a new guitar teacher, and stick with my vocal coach here. Spend the next three years writing music and playing small venues while I'm going to school, then move to San diego or Los Angeles and see what I can do. Right now I'm a slightly large fish in a really small pond but I know my songs and my voice have everything it takes to make something of myself and I refuse to not try, I just need to work on consistency. And I'm still wide awake... What other issues need to be worked out this lovely morning.. oh maybe I'll get to watch the sun rise. Lets see so what is it that our society has set me up to believe I have to worry about, there's money, power, looks, sex, fame, and those are just the periferal ones. The day to day drudgery is even worse, credit cards, bills, cars, clothes. Who ever came up with the word "bling" should be shot. I guess I'm pretty well set on most things. Ok heres something that troubles me. I got a free year of maxim from my brother in law and I finally got the first couple issues... and they don't hold my interest- at all. Am I that out of touch with my superficial masculinity? The one article that I actually got into was the interview with michelle branch and I BARELY EVEN LOOKED AT THE PICTURES! Whats happening to me?! Did maxim used to be cooler or have I outgrown my 18-25 age demographic too quickly. Flipping through the pages of that magazine reminded me of a still life MTV, *Bam* new image/idea *Bam* new image/idea, I felt like I should go accuire A.D.D. before the concept would really make sense to me. I also hate grossiery store check out isles. 1. because I'd rather have a robot help me than most of the people you get doing these jobs 2. because I have to stare at those god awful tabloid magazines that display the most tragic string of human depredation. They literally hurt me to think about. Things that upset me continued: forgetting my lyrics, being hungery, pens that leak onto your hand, busy work, that fuckin guy at the M.P.C. language lab, the bullshit our government carries out in my name, the christian coalition - come on guys think for yourselves, yes it is scary to live in an uncertain world with no plan and to have to make choices about fundamentally difficult social issues, but please, president bush (which just could be a construct of my libralism, but he's done enough fucked up crap in office for me to back up my oppinion), being short (sometimes), disapointing my parents, that fucker that drove drunk and hit my parked car, rude customer service, presumptions without reconsideration, the thin red line, hurting peoples feelings, that hypertensive muscle in my thoat, blockbuster, that guy that spit on me in Santa Barbera, the inaccuracy of statistics and how we look to them as almost holy concepts, static behaviour patterns, loosing friends. Ok I think I'm good for now.