and I am very determined to get it right.

Pre-sale, sucka. Orchestra seats. And I plan on taking public transportation to the event.

So . . . . who wants to go with me?

- From last week’s issue of Time Magazine, on the subject romance.

-The title of a Moleskin Notebook, which I would date around August of 2005.

There are 5 things written underneath, if anybody is keeping score. There’s also book I entitled Meltdown 2005. I’m clever like that.

. . . was like sooo awesome. I got to see this one for free at Paramount Studios. With free beer. And free cookies. And the most comfortable seats ever.

Yes, I do feel guilty about it, being as there’s a strike and all. But seriously, Cloverfield is fucking awesome and if you can’t handle the shaky-cam and it’s spectacular effects, then you and your skirt can waltz over to 27 Dresses, matinee, pussy.

I’m still compiling notes, pics and my receipts (to be turned in, YEAH!) so bear with me. The pic above is one of my favorites so far.

For those of you who aren’t blog-savvy, I have completely switched blogging platforms. While Greymatter was good for a while, I found some of the features (or lack thereof) quite obnoxious. Plus, the platform has pretty much died as nobody is continuing to develop it and I sure as hell am not going to learn CSS (despite the rampant market for such programmers).

Enter Wordpress. I chose Wordpress on the grounds that I would be able to import all of my Greymatter content over with ease. Yeah, it took a few hours and with a little tweaking on the theme (Bare Bones), I think I got it looking the way I want for now.

Extra Extra Extra thanks goes to Nate Daiger for all his assistance in getting things up and running. Seriously man, I wouldn’t be in the blogosphere without you. Also to Steven Weigle for the initial push in the way beginning.

Now all you nerds can RSS this blog, or something like that. Worry not, a “Recent Comments” thing will be added sooner than later.

I’m back from hibernation. I would like to thank the state of Utah for their kindness and hospitality. You even warmed it up for me I heard. You are so lovely, Utah.

The Coachella lineup was announced this morning. No major draws for me (i.e. no MBV or Stone Roses reunion). Tho, the Verve? hmmmm . . . . any takers? I’ve heard from various sources that Coachella is a pain the ass and also a pretty good time

“Drunk off of cheap wine. Each line be on point when I speak mine”

. . . Or something like that. Today I added a new category to my way of thinking about materialism - before it was all about “wants” and “needs.” Now it’s “wants,” “needs,” and “what I can get.”

Don’t come back here until after Tuesday. I’m going into hibernation.

Hyperbole is a bitch. But seriously, check this out.

Over at New Day Coop, too. via Paul Scheer

Things are crazy. I’m not as consistent as I could be. More explanation later.

Pray for your boy.

My number one pet peeve is people shooting rubber bands at me. This stems from a bad experience with some babysitters who were paperboys. Ironically, I would become a paperboy myself during my adolescence (3 years, including the blizzard of 1993, for which I got a t-shirt for my bravery doing my fucking job).

Today my nightmare multiplied, exponentially. If you’re going to watch the video on the page, do yourself a favor and let the video load and then skip to the 3 min mark. Trust me.

Now you know. Don’t even think of pointing a rubber band at me. I’m serious, guys. C’mon guys . . .

I’m posting this for my brother, Francis, who will probably think that this is the coolest fucking thing ever since Minor Threat came out on CD.

via GIZMODO

I don’t think I ever bothered to watch the following clip till today. I’ve known of this legendary performance for more than a decade now. This was THE performance that catapulted the band to superstardom during the britpop 90’s and crowned Jarvis Cocker the icon he is today. It was all an accident too - Pulp were called in to headline the fest after the Stone Roses backed out last minute because guitarist John Squire broke his collar bone (biking accident).

Brace yourself around 1:53 when the audience goes fucking ballistic.

Thanks to the music slut for today’s nostalgia.

Actually, I’m here to talk about old school Batman.

First - I think this is awesome and am kinda pissed that I didn’t think of it first -

Second - I read here a while back that the original Batman theme song has no vocals - the “voices” are actually trumpets.

One night a few months ago while chillin at a friend’s house, I tried to convince my group of the same argument. Nobody wanted to believe me and I guess we were to lazy to really look into it. Today I decided to re-investigate the situation (and by re-investigate I mean wikipedia and google).

A simple search of the terms “batman music no trumpets for reals dude” brought me to this wikipedia page entitled “Batman Music”

“The title theme to Batman is one of the best-known theme tunes of all time. Composed by Neal Hefti, the song is built around a minimalistic and foreboding but catchy guitar hook reminiscent of spy film scores and surf music. It is a simple twelve bar blues progression using only three chords until the coda. The lyrics to the theme consist of ten cries of “Batman!”, which were originally thought to be sung by a female chorus; however, Adam West’s book Back to the Batcave reveals the “voices” to actually be instrumental, rather than vocal. These ten repetitions of “Batman!” were then followed by a coda of “Dadadadadadadadadadadadada…Batman!”"

SOCK! POW! BONG! Keith and Matt . . . I was right.

Tune in tomorrow, same bat- . . . oh fuck this . . .

This song came on the radio as I was racing around on Saturday morning/afternoon, freaking out over things that were out of my hands, and praying that things would work themselves out in my favor. In the end, everything came together perfectly ( . . . . I think).

Supposedly, this is one of Michael Stipe’s favorite songs.

The weekend was a bit exhausting, but 2008 is starting off pretty, pretty, pretty, sweet. Below - one of the things I did this weekend.

I made a few “promises” to myself as I began 2008 (resolutions are easily broken, promises are, well, I guess, also easily broken).

I promised never to mix a T-shirt with a blazer. Never. I am not a 35 year old guy trying to pass off as a 25 yr old guy. I’m Asian, I have the fortune of looking a few years younger than I actually am.

I promised to implement some of the lessons I read about/watched in movies and books like The Secret, Getting Things Done and the other pile of self-help books I ammassed during my quarter-life crisis. Stuff like setting one’s priorities, clearly defining your goals, relying on passive income, blah blah blah blah.

With that in mind, I wanted to let you all know I just posted 4 more links over at New Day Coop. Yeah, Season 5 of the Wire is my only real priority right now. My Sunday plans are kinda in limbo right now, but Dr. Phil has this philosophy of “it will work out” if you “don’t sweat the small stuff” like getting pissed about people “moving your cheese” and things of that nature.

In short, you’ll have to wait for the “more important” things you’re accustomed to on this blog like my end of the year lists, my concert reviews of last years best concerts (Spiritualized, Arcade Fire/LCD Soundsystem, Arcade Fire at the Greek), some Christmas photos and the usual tomfoolery. You know how you’re mom and dad kinda don’t get a long during football season? It’s going to be a little like that.

Worry not, there a lot of personal sacrifices I’m making on my end too. Like taking the time to clean my office, unpack my suitcase, send out Christmas cards . . . .

Yep, The Wire season 5 comes back Sunday. I’m Jessie Spano-excited about this shit.

In honor of the occasion, I’ve updated NEW DAY COOP with two interviews that LAIST did with Andre Royo and Tristan Wilds, who play Bubbles and Michael respectively.

I haven’t read either interview yet as I am still doing work at work. Is this going to be a problem, 2008? Seriously, 2008, we started this shit off so well - Bikram Yoga 2 days in a row starting Jan. 1st, and an unwrapped Ipod Nano sitting on my desk on my first day back from work.

I see how it is, 2008. The push and pull. Mark my words, I will have my way with you.

I want to be Lupe Fiasco. This does not mean I want to be black. I just want to be cool. There, I said it.

Working on some secret, secret stuff right now. I hope you’re all doing well.