| semana loca |
[23 May 2008|12:32am] |
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so i'm getting into ny sat night, kinda late. but would love to see people on sunday, or whenever. i'm there till next weekend so make sure you get a hold of me to hang out! i'll be babysitting a dog, but other than that in total vacation mode. 415 568 8659. text me or call me. dont be shy.
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[28 Apr 2008|11:52pm] |
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So, a major score - a rich dude is paying for me to fly to new york city may 24 to june 2 , to loft-sit his manhattan financial district bachelor pad, and babysit his pet pug. Who's gonna help me throw a cocktail party? I would love to see people, so clear your calendar. Yall know who you are.
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| dude.. |
[28 Jul 2007|03:08am] |
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its 5 years with my chick this weekend. can't believe 5 years ago today i took off from sf in the middle of the night on a fake greyhound ticket, then hitchiked, then fake greyhounded some more all the way to phoenix az just to show up at her doorstep, unannounced, and put the moves on her. i'd met her one time before through traveling and felt like i couldn't live with myself if i wasn't go back for her. i remember i had one backpack with two shirts, an alien and cowboy action figure, my journal, some cigarettes. those days were made of pure instant gratification for me, and i was a cocky ass motherfucker too. i was barely 20 then. five fucking years ago. thanks for buying the beer with your ID, and thanks for staying up till morning even though it was your first day of school the next day, and you had to go teach little children who had no idea what a bad bitch you were. really tho, best five years of my life.
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[23 May 2006|12:45pm] |
this was one of those weekends where you can't tell what happened on which day and then night and day seem like different days altogether. i got to chill w helen all weekend which was cool since we're both always out of town or otherwise not available. there a zombie party at pop's and we drank too much whiskey while watchin frankenhooker. it was a good night. sunday was bay to breakers and we started doin beer bongs at 10 am. i'm not sure what happened then. we ended up at golden gate park then back at stews doing more beer bongs. there were drunken staceys everywhere wearing hot pants and tube socks and handin people drinks. i love the chads and staceys.
for some reason kate and i always end up really wasted at the metreon which we did sunday night and we saw davinci code durin which i was asleep half the movie. a called me up and we chilled at his crib and got reeeaaaaaaaaalllly fucked up. i felt bad when his friend came and i was runnin off to the sidewalk to puke (i tried to be discreet) and then i would come back so fuckin wasted. eventually i had to leave cos i was noddin off so bad i felt like an asshole and a junkie. fortunately i wasnt hurtin too bad the next day and played on my turntables while watchin dumb movies all day.
smells like the beginning of a summer.
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| don't stop (till u get enough) |
[18 May 2006|06:18pm] |
i dont understand why even tho i very well know that coffee makes me extremely sick to my stomach i will still drink it sometimes and every time i regret it. i have been a tweaker all day and now i feel like i'm going to puke. that shit is the devil.
today i made two huge radiused signs out of mdo, sealed, primed, and enammeled them flawlessly and mounted them onto eight foot tall 4 by 4's. for production not being my department it was very impressive, and i got many compliments about my craftsmanship, but i didnt get to leave till everyone was already out of the shop and now i feel like my plans to go out tonite have been violated out of me. no love man! last night we were out late and smoked weed and drank a lot of alcohol, so today i was fucking hurtin.
i had big plans to work on tracks and then go out to see courtney's gay band play at the eagle but now it's all over and instead i will drink pepto bismol in bed and look at the internet.
L is for Loser.
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| if you ride rims you gotta ride fast UH HUH!! |
[14 May 2006|03:11pm] |
daang its like 90 degrees out today. i met up with chad and skated around for a while, theres all sorts of fiine looking chicas walkin around with their summer outfits outside. god i love this neighborhood. unfortunately i have to come back to the crib and be a good boy and do laundry. later on we might be partyin tho.
on other events, the trip to san diego went really well. we camped out in the desert then went to a cooler place with waterfalls and shade. everyone is jealous of our camping trips. we work hard to be able to go and its worth it. every one be tryin to get up in that shit now tho but we'll see if they can handle it.
while we were driving thru the deser tho there was this old lady having a yard sale (???) it was perpetual because no one ever goes through there (real middle of nowhere ty pe shit) but she had all sorts of cool old shit and somehow we got to talking about old shit and she's all "real records? you like real records?" then comes downstairs with a giant fuckin boxfull of vinyl from decades ago. it was fuckin golden. she sold me the whole box for $30, and even tho i had to bring it on the plane i could not pass it up. i still havent gone thru the whole lot but there are some serious fuckin gems in there. so far i'v been samplin from a 45 which is an advertisement for some stereo system (?) its called "The Electrifying New Sound of KingVox Ampliphonics" and its the best fuckin shit for scratching up thats real gold right there.
( algunas )
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| www.zabasearch.com |
[03 May 2006|03:31pm] |
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hey have you guys seen this? its creepy. its a database with everyone name and info on it. you shhould check it youre on it and email them to have yourself removed. all sorts of crazy heads could be lookin at that shit, not to mention the government. www.zabasearch.com
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[03 May 2006|03:21pm] |
oh no i am becoming addicted to buying hip-hop vinyl. or anything i can mix for that matter. this is bad because i dont have enough money to that. i need parental controls on the computer that doesnt let me look at ebay.
someone was putting out an ad all over friendster or one of those gay website about wanting to interview latin males about machismo and latin masculinity etc. for their COLLEGE project. i email the guy and i was like how much compadre. except he was only offering coffe. i'm sorry homie, if i'm going to contribute to your fuckin college homework so you can make a lot more money than me some day at least you gotta give me $20. or something, seriously.
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[30 Apr 2006|01:11pm] |
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my uncle had his job threatenend (if not ended) for planning on participating in May 1st walk out. his boss was going to help him do the paperwork to stay in the country but now he's not. what a fuckin shithole this place is man. people who dont have to deal w this shit dont realize how lucky they are. i am nervous for all these people on monday, the ones who spend all their time workin their ass off for some white bitch tryin to send 1500 a month out to their families and shit. people who been workin and strugglin here their whole life and people who spent all their money paying some scumbags to get them across the border. people who got shot at and lost friends and family. i'm nervous cos people are gettin sick of this shit and theyre gonna protest on monday and they have a lot to lose. people like my uncle and shit.. he's got 4 kids that hes supporting back home. this is bullshit. the cops are going to be so merciless. i 'm so over watching these white kids crying about police brutality and being harrassed for being queer and having piercings and shit. fuck them all. this is real shit, and i hope more good than bad comes out of it. we'll see i guess.
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| cheeeea |
[26 Apr 2006|10:47pm] |
i bought some records today:
I-20 & THREE 6 MAFIA - Hennessey & Hydro
IKE DIRTY & THREE 6 MAFIA - Rush
THE ROOTS - The Next Movement & You Got Me
ZAP MAMA & THE ROOTS - Rafiki
GINUWINE - Same Ol G
JUAN LUIS GUERRA Y 440 - MUDANZA Y ACARREO
HISTORIA MUSICAL GRAN COMBO DE PUERTO RICO
dianna ross and the supremes anthology
i decided to clear out my room and just set up my turntables in there. sucks about a small apartment, you can't have it all. i dont mind as long as i have room for a my musick shit. i'm going to miss playing grand theft auto, but too much time is wasted that could be used on music. i'm excited about new projects, finding lots of old salsa records for cheap. hip-hop records arent that cheap but i'm using all my own music for the record samples i'm cuttin.
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| TMI |
[22 Apr 2006|01:43am] |
thats fucked. every time k comes home w some weird disease, i get it twice as bad. i dont mean like anything serious but mostly recently it was stomach flu, she thought it was food poisoning, then we realized it was stomach flu when i was up all night puking. that day i felt ok and i worked out pretty hard at the gym, which feels useless when you can't load up on protein afterwards. anyways, after eating rice cakes and gatorade and shit like that i started to feel better but i think i just fucked it up by eating normalagain. this is total starvation diet style. i feel bad cos i got all these people together to come see jesus diaz at elbo room the night of Stomach Flu then i had to flake by means of mass text message. L is for loser.
i'm trying to figure out how to burn some tracks onto cd from reason. i'm waiting for chad to get that godamn serial number so i can use live but he's flakey about it and i need to record my masterpieces! until then i was thinking of maybe just putting shit on sound click but the reason i want to record is so i can get someone to do vocals on the tracks, not so much to show off. i dont really have anything finished enough. i''m so stubborn about buying software, bit torrent has spoiled me. two hundred or three hundred bones seems like so much to pay for anything that could possibly be HUSTLED. my only hustle right now is tryna get chads fuckin serial number, i will have to go legit eventually.
PS juvenile is playing at the filmore may 4 im phone stalkin Kmel for tickets but i never tried to win anything on the radio before is it totally impossible or what
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| we gonna start livin underwater soon |
[17 Apr 2006|02:20am] |
if this fckin rain doesnt stop. two more weeks at least, mother effers. thats what 'they' say. ive had a productive few days, w the ol lady out of town, been spendin some of that quality time with myself amongst other people.
its amazing the shameless movies i can rent when she isn't gonna be watching them. and i'm not even talkin about porn, i'm talkin about the stupidest shit like robinson crusoe the movie and friday night lights. yeeeah. i did get kate addicted to oz which is pretty good.
ive been out a fair bit, and i still dont understand performance experimental DJing. its either/or, dudes. just because youre white with a beard doesnt mean that its ok to play a two hour dreaded rock hiphop mashup when people are DRUNK and THEY WANT TO DANCE. besides drinkin and decadent deserts ive had a lot of time to work on my tracks, since its much better when u can turn it all the way up. tomorrow tho its all business.
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| number one stunnaaa |
[09 Apr 2006|12:09am] |
whats up compas. yea, still here. its been pouring in the bay area for a fucking month now. we went to camp at the grand canyon last weekend, the sun felt good. i love that shit. eating flame cooked meat, whiskey under the stars, complete fucking silence.. hell yea. then back to the grind, the rain, workin on the same track over and over. its good shit. i picked up some german thin caps and i'm gonna start bustin out some bombs again, take advantage of how easy it is to get the paint at work. time moves so fast now. gotta take advantage. and not get caught.
i often wonder how everyone's doing. my friends. i've been real wrapped up in my own shit. ive had this sense of urgency to hold shit down right now, get everything smooth and in control, steady. the earth is changing. even if you dont know it, you know it, those chunks of you that came out the dirt to keep you connected to this earth. so if you dont know it, you know it. its freaky, snow in san francisco. snow in phoenix. tornados. time starting to race. naw its not that i'm cynical. i'm fascinated now, i'm negotiating the anxiety out of myself. the old man that i've become.
here's some pictures, much love.
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[06 Dec 2005|08:37pm] |
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GUESS WHO GOT THEIR MOTORCYCLE PERMIT TODAY HUEONES
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| babyboy is now a maaaaaaaaaaaan |
[05 Dec 2005|09:57pm] |
ahh yes. back in the daily grind. i left jersey early, the cold got to me and my job is demanding and i missed my woman. i couldn't get on the greyhound to new york that day, thanksgiving travel. my mother and i rented a car and drove me all the way to jfk which i felt bad about since we were in traffic for hours. i missed my flight, i got on the next. touched down in oakland at midnight thirty. its breezy and beautiful here and the girl and i spent six hours at the metreon that weekend drinking martinis. there was fake snow falling from above and i we were still nice and warm. i'm sorry man. you get used to this shit.
my visit was good. it felt long, then it felt short... i saw my dad for a second, didn't plan on it but we were in front of the old house, all empty and shit... and him and my brother just stood there with their long hair and i waved, then drove away. didn't look back. i can't think about this shit too much, and thats when i thank my lucky stars that i dont have emotional reactions to anything anymore. its like vacation. i came back to san francisco, decided i'm buying a bike. i blew most of my truck money. actually i blew the last of it today, paying off the rest of my parking tickets. its a waste of money but fuck it, its over now. next couple paychecks if i'm good with them i'm going down with t to mikes and picking up a running beater. he aquired a little honda 250 with a kickstart that we rode around in hunters point on saturday till the sky went pink then dark. i stalled a bunch of times but picked it up pretty well after a while and now 'm ready to riiiide. california dreaming.
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| hot wire my heart |
[25 Nov 2005|01:24am] |
tri state area fall turning into winter. ive been hanging around since saturday night, first to spend some time in brooklyn with some good people who in our day were all wreckless in our own ways but this time we ate lots of food and laughed and if i'm not mistaken even card games were played. then i met up later in manhattan and yet it was funny how the most uncivilized of routines never get old like drinking too much and drinking until the sun comes up and then until you puke and have nothing left in you even like those witty things to say and self obsession and shit. it was good. it was so fucking low-key. but i mean like, i am so calm now, i am a grown-ass man. my life out here is so different, the reality of it, and also theres the girl that has made an honest man out of me. the thing is because i experienced this place so differently when i was here, i spread my cynicism and mysery to anyone who may or may not have asked for it, but i did it and i was so poetic about it.
sunday i woke up in the west village and spent too much time chasing signs, underground, in the nyc subway, fucking all numbers and letters of different colors i used to never get lost like that. not here. when did i become that asshole from california? i finally made it through port authority onto the crowded greyhound headed to baltimore just as it began raining but i was fucking glad to be leaving new york, with only whatever i ate that morning in my stomach.
baltimore was amazing but unforgivingly cold. i love c. nappo and her new house and her offensively adorable dog. the night after i got there a bunch of us went to get drunk and watch kareoke and some bar then after the whiskey started pouring again i ended up talking through the night and scraping a one hitter with b then sleeping in his haunted house where i left the tv on for comfort. but it was all good even though we drank jim beam in our water at the diner the next day didnt feel too shitty. i had an awesome meat dinner with the ladies at the girl house where andrea now lives on wednesday night and had good conversations and played music out of tune until 11 o'clock rolled around and snow started falling on the ground, as we left to make our way back to jersey.
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| my glock go pop pop pop |
[15 Nov 2005|06:43pm] |
metallica and the rolling stones played at SBC park sunday night and you could hear it all throughout the city. i was inside my house and i heard fade to black and thought there was like a metallica cover band playing outside cos sometimes bands play outside. but then i also heard a crowd roar type noise then james hetfield talking. it made me a little sad that i was missing out but then i remembered that metallica sucks now and they all have short hair. losers. i was just watching on the news tho how they got all sorts of complaints because you could hear that shit in like bernal hill. thats hillarious. i remember when greenday played u could hear them everywhere too then it made me wish that i was 12 and cared cos i wouldve been excited. actually the fucking rolling stones are playing right now and i can still hear it so those retards never fixed the sound. not that i mind.
in other events my job stresses me out. its an adult job with deadlines, that i have to think about after i get home. how did this happen? i worked in construction for so long, just taking orders from dumb white guys with entitlement issues. thats all white guys, excuse me. but for real.. i have to have so much shit done before i leave this weekend and my boss told me today that we're going to have a "meeting" on thursday about what ive gotten done so far. which is mostly i broke both the spray guns, bought a new one and fixed the other one. also i cried about all the dust in the spray booth, then drank too much coffee and hung out at the hardware store talking on the phone. thats mainly what ive gotten done, but i swear it seemed like so much more because i spent an hour fixing the $400 spray gun. it was completely clogged with silver paint (that got all over my pumas) that had solidified inside the damn thing and suddenly it occurred to me to fucking just use a drill to unclog it. which worked, in case you think i'm crazy. joyce said "thats fucked up i never seen anyone do that to a spray gun" and i had to convince her that the gun itself was not being harmed during this process, only the solidified paint. she said yeah right. but she's wrong because the gun should work perfectly now, which is only an educated guess since i didn't have a chance to test it because i went on the internet (to do work reseach thank you!) then i went home fifteen minutes early.
new shit im listening to this week (because u care)
-Black Rob, the black rob report
-dj drama & lil wayne, dedication
-from queensbridge to kingston (mobb deep)
-bun b, trill
-chamillitary, tippin down 2005
plus i pulled out the digital bullet from the attic shit is so sick i love this album. everyone blast that shit. or blast something gay like bright eyes or even worse ted leo, i dont care.
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| a hundred dollars used to be more than enough |
[15 Nov 2005|12:48am] |
wow i'm fucking amazing. ive had this journal since 2002, did you ever read something you wrote in 2002. remember 2002? this is not an invitation. hey you guys remember when everyone moved to a different city every six months? yea that was fun. somehow my grammar has gotten worse.. how the fuck did that happen? i haven't read a book in a couple years, no seriously. then i got a computer and it ruined my life because i discovered bitorrent. guess who downloaded every sonic youth album in a day and a half. what a fucking nerd. seriously though, i've been in san francisco for two years. san francisco of all places. i thought i was a fucken pine barren spic hick, but it turns out i'm a metrosexual.
one thing that hasn't changed however is my list fetish. this list is about what i would like to get accomplished on my east coast tour. this is no paticular order. ready? ok.
-experience a season
-smoke in a bar
-go to a dance club in philly
-not a gay hotbeat dance club, a hip hop one.
-eat some water ice
-go to wawa at some odd hour of the night/morning
-not bump into anyone i went to high school with, except for the chosen ones
-"the chosen ones" hahah
-smoke some guido bud
-do dance choir (maybe)
-be convinced to stay
daylight savings is ruining my life. its dark by six. what kinda shit is that? san francisco is beautiful in the fall, but nobody notices. and i dont want to cheapen it by taking pictures but weve discussed compiling a san francisco photo album solely for the purpose of creating jealousy about san francisco. it would be filled with pictures of my friends and i at events like folsom street fair and day of the dead and all that shit that i barely looked out my window for. lame, i know. the thing is that this kind of shit really does get overwhelming and also i'm the laziest person i know, and i hate crowds, blah blah blah. but from now on, every event. i will be there to take one or maybe two token totally FOR EFFECT photograph of me doing a peace sign in front of some leather-daddy-drag-queen-with-skull-make-up-on's naked ass. and will show it to my grandkids and be like "oh this is from when i lived in san francisco, it was such a party everyday."
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