Tacos and the mall

Exciting news for the day, from the LA Times:

"A Los Angeles County Superior Court judge Wednesday overturned a controversial ordinance passed in April by county supervisors that made it a misdemeanor in unincorporated parts of the county to park a taco truck in one spot for more than an hour."

This band was awesome, then they stopped playing:

www.myspace.com/themall

how i write songs

Oh, heres a new idea, what a fun little part.

Oh, a second part. sweet.

Ah crap, can't think of a third part, need to learn new chords. This was easier with a band. I'll just play two chords and try to convince myself it's experimental and progressive.

This idea rules.

...20 minutes later....

Nevermind, this idea blows. This was easier with a band

for the record...

Olympics

Outside of seeing the basketball team crush its whiter, shorter, and all around inferior competition, I am ooooover it.

Suprise of the day

Busta Rhymes has a new song that does not suck

Old Spanish music...for serious

Benny More, Cuban champion of ass kicking.




Carlos Gardel.

Summer Recap

1. Tour with band. Check.















2. Chillax in Oakland. Leave Oakland. Abandon best friends, band, and a sweet mansion. Check.






3. Find my Roots in Colombia. Check




















4. Find Jesus in Argentina. Check.
















5. Move to LA to seek stardom and prove to Oakland folks that the city does indeed kick ass

















6. Oh wait, I have no money, so actually move to Chino Hills to save money and in the process
exponentially increase existential angst.











7. Suburbs show their strengths, which include and are limited to: free meals, laundry, and posting fatty leans poolside while drinking margaritas. A la this guy.



















8. While joining the ranks of starving actors and wannabe LA success stories, I focus hard
on not becoming THIS Hollywood dude.














9. Revel in unemployment. Grow increasingly terrified about unemployment. End unemployment by finding jobs that begin after labor day. Check.




















FALL '08 COMING ATTRACTIONS:

I attempt to save my tiny paychecks in hopes of moving to LA in the winter. I make use of my gym membership so I can appear topless in telenovelas. I get paid scrilla to teach anxious high schoolers SAT English and pop in physics videos throughout the local schools. I study for the LSAT so that I can make a quick, profit-laden escape from LA in three years when I have become the dude from picture #8 (aka talk often about pilots I'm not actually making, spend my weekends trying to network at the Standard and Hyde, and pretend I'm Wilmer Valderrama's cousin to get into da club).