~ driving back to chicago, listening to lcd soundsystem, beautiful.

~ "I shovel well."

has only a modest selection of breakfast wines.

~ only doing dishes to reach the coffee maker.

is the perfect stocking stuffer.

~ sleep is great; I should do this more.

~ I have a cunning plan.

~ waiting on the clark bus at belmont. W00t!

Diet of Fast Food and Candy May Cause Alzheimer's .

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~ is a compulsive autodidact

~ found 2 rolls of duct tape after cleaning his room.

~ marching down wilson ave with condoms, brownie mix, 4 bottles of white wine and a poster of Penelopi Cruise - yep, it's Saturday night again.

~ being introduced to the Java programming language. Mmm... Java...

~ Impatiently seeking means and ends.

~ currently having blood pumped out of my body, sorted thru a machine and returned - aka donating red blood cells.

~ What will become of the world when you leave? No matter what happens, no trace of now will remain.

~ No matter what happens, no trace of now will remain.

~ buying tickets for Theivery Corporation at the Riviera. Anyone want to come with? Feb 20th

~ work is never over.

~ white wine, music and movies

~ who controls the darkness?

~ has consumption.

~ pissed off a Russian gypsy and forevermore has the curse of competence cast upon his soul.

~ Brownies and Ice Cream; such a sweet dessert; refridgerator.

~ Obama's win not unlike rebel victory in Return of the Jedi.

~ getting coffee.

~ at the G-Nugg, livin' it up.

~ Aikido Challenge #1 Success! Mark and the floor are friends.

~ some sort of Incubus.

~ Go donate to Wikipedia! Give at least $10, you know it helped you at least once.

~ reading the Sorrows of Young Werther and diving into Percy Bysshe Shelley.

Aikido challenge #1: Mark vs. Floor. Go!

~ Doesn't look a thing like Jesus, but he talks like a gentleman.

~ Either Hedwig and the Angry Inches OR Cleopatra goddess of the '80s.

~ Electronic jam band, Sunday afternoons, my apartment.

~ building web site in my underwear, drinking Heineken, eating homemade buffalo chicken salad, listening to Guns and Roses

~ Mark has a Roomba procured from Goodwill for $2.99 that is about to become a homemade Mars rover.

~ life amounts to an assortment of curious distractions.

~ the sun descending in the west, the evening star does shine, the birds are silent in their nest, and I must seek for mine.

~ enjoying hot cider at lisa's abode.

~ New L.A. diet: Slimfast and Kahlua. Try it!

~ too young to take over; too old to ignore.

~ having honey-roasted peanuts and coffee for breakfast

~ President of the department of screwup prevention.

~ traveling somewhere, it could be anywhere.

~ the Bush administration is obdurate.

~ George's famous coney island for onion rings and texas toast breakfast

~ Oh lovely sweet fuzz of warm joy that is bass shaking my body into a pool of harmony.

~ in Detroit tonight for some such adventure. Back tomorrow afternoon.

~ go see Religulous!

~ sweet java goddess, wake me from this office slumber.

~ the sun descending in the west, the evening star does shine, the birds are silent in their nest, and I must seek for mine.

~ The US treasury needs to get the frak out of my free market! Dumbass motherfrakers.

has a very responsible roommate. Ian bought Wiskey AND toilet paper.

~ on route back to chicago for Religulous or poetry slam or play tonight.

~ in southern IL for nephew's birthday. Lucas is now 5 years old.

~ rain down on me

~ doing nothing, because something is always anything I do.

~ nachos, but no Killians at the ravenswood irish bar. What is the world coming to?

~ coffee, Hookah, Music = love

~ everyday is Saturday night, but I can't wait for Sunday morning.

~ presented by the color BLUE

~ Zen economist say, be content in poverty and weather all storms.

~ freedom is priceless.

~ watching live visuals and performance of eclectronic instrumentals.

~ wants to organize open-source development of a new u.s. Constitution.

~ some need smokes, some need fires, I need deep waves of music.

~ doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before.

~ let's pretend we don't exist. Let's pretend we're in Antartica. We'll have bizzare celebrations.

~ "I personally preferred the people without shoes." ~ Langston Hughes

~ reading "I wonder as I wander" by Langston Hughes

~ hitchhiking on the island to the ferry to the bus to the city.

Ani Difranco, Kahlil Gibran; take me into your world.

I drink too much coffee, therefore I blog.

Every coffee shoppe in Seattle has open, unsecured, free wifi. Every coffee shop I see, requires that I stop in to drink 1 (or 2) cups of coffee. Every cup of coffee fuels the urge to write.

Living as a geek has left me with terrible penmanship.
Open Office (free and comparable to MS Office) has predictive text, which guesses words as I'm typing them. (Finally getting use to working on my eee PC.)

These thoughts lead me to believe I should blog more.

Ian, you would love Pike's Place Market. Have you been? It's like a farmer's market, a flea market and a young hippie hangout all in one. (is there really any difference?)

I was in the original Starbucks at Pike Place for 45 seconds.

It's a gift shop for Starbucks memorabilia – how disheartening. No place to sit. No coffee featured, just an empty soul of a coffee house, devoid of art, coffee and enthusiasm. Starbucks was a beautiful marketing experiment of the late 90s, but it has no future. It's soul was sharing the love of great coffee with mainstream Americans. While it was different, it was strong. Starbucks is like a song overplayed on the radio or a great book turned into a bad movie. The growth addiction of corporate culture is a spreading cancer that devours every last light of the living Starbucks soul. Dear Howard Schultz, you could have kept the company private and carefully organized a bond issue to expand locations. You could have franchised stores, giving some artistic control to the franchisees. You should not leave power in the hands of your shareholders. Read Machiavelli.

Fortunately, there's 600 other places to sit and enjoy coffee. Currently, I'm sitting in Local Color. This is the coffee house of my dreams: They serve coffee, wine and beer; ham and cheese croissants; there are stools and small tables for road warriors; groovy black sofas and chairs for reading and lounging; art for sale all over the walls; jazz playing in the background. (They are not blasting the music in an attempt to peddle CDs.)

The Experience Music Project is being in the house of a wealthy and equipped audiophile. Jimmy Hendrix, James Brown and Nirvana were some of the major features. On the third floor is a music studio, fully-equipped with mixing gear, instruments and instructions (should you choose to use them.) There's nothing – musically – more exciting than doing a live remix of Jimmy Hendrix songs on some ass-kicking mixing gear.