Birdmonster Show!

Made a trek up to San Francisco last night with the awesome Rekabek! We headed over to Cafe DuNord to see Birdmonster play, and we took a ton of photos. Here are some of mine:

Do Android Rednecks Dream of Electric Monster Trucks?

Dear Diary,

I have been thinking about monster trucks a lot lately.

I also sort of want to go to a demolition derby.

If I put a Dale Earnhardt memorial sticker on my Audi, you have permission to shoot me in the face.

Machine Minds and Machine Hearts

A little gem for a Thursday morning:

Santa Cruz Snapshots

For the first time in a while, I feel like I'm Home. I've been living here since May, but I've always had travel plans, always been going somewhere. I have no plans to go anywhere at the moment, and it's really allowed me to appreciate what Santa Cruz has to offer, and why I came here in the first place.

For instance, I've been paying attention to the people. There's Pinky, of course, who dresses entirely in pink (including a fake pink mink stole), paints his face pink with extra pink circles on his cheeks, carries a Tweety Bird umbrella on his shoulder, the inside of which is lined with tin foil, and he spends his days walking, very slowly and very precisely up and down Pacific Avenue. When I say slowly, I mean that it takes him about five minutes to move ten feet. And he's always smiling. I'm happy to smile back.

Then there's the lady who's turned her Rascal into a veritable palanquin, complete with tasseled canopy and leopard spots. She's large, but I'm convinced that at least half of the weight consists of pure awesome.

There are also many hoboes here, but they're largely benign, rather than the Scream In Your Face About Nixon variety.

I make it a point to see the ocean every day, and I even find myself contemplating the purchase of a bicycle or (gasp!) walking places instead of driving.

And now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go deliver a computer to my new business partner.