Archive for January, 2012


8AM LA time

January 28, 2012

In New York this morning, it was 8am LA time and I could be there by this evening said the girl on the airline line.  So I bought that ticket, and I got in that cab but I didn’t make it to the airport like that.


there’s no app for that

January 27, 2012

I theorized that if you are touching down in New Jersey on a Sunday,  3,000 miles from home and less than half way through an exhausting four month “business trip”, this may not be best of weeks.  Monday saw someone step on my laptop, obliterating the screen and cementing my theory  (get it?  New Jersey…cement)

 There’s no app for that



First Aid Kit

January 23, 2012

On the surface  First Aid Kit won most of my imaginary least likely musical superlatives based on the superficial fact that they are:   A) Teenage sisters  B)  From Sweden  C) Labeled a”Country” music act  D) Unimaginatively generic sounding band name

It took reading a couple of impressive album reviews written by independent music publications that have rarely been wrong (Under the Radar, Pitchfork) and ultimately falling in love with their vintage album cover art to convince me to hit play.

Click on image for a brief sample

The record reviews were spot on, these girls are selling laid-back pastoral whimsy seventies-inspired folk, devastating ballads and watertight melodies to a musicscape poisoned by the pollution of Lady Gaga.

I listened to the entire album front to back ten times in a row, each time picking a new favorite song – I imagining how it might have felt to hear an advance copy of the Carole King classic ‘Tapestry” and knowing… JUST KNOWING the impact it would have  …wishing that you could hold on to the secret just a bit longer.

“The Lion’s Roar” can be purchased on January 24th


would you like you if you met you?

January 19, 2012

give your power over to no onefight for what matters   •   find ways to cheat the system, just don’t cheat peopleremain skeptical forever   •    learn to really listen – the best conversations are not planned or scripted and are side by side not in front of the other   •   survive on a little just to prove you can do itstarve if you have to, far as long as you need to   •   know that all pain is temporary, this affects all of your decisionsdon’t take anything personally, ever   •   examine everything – your jealousy, your anger, your frustration and you’ll learn a lot about yourselfdon’t examine the mirror, vanity is incapable of depth(love)   •   Courage is a learned skill – get used to feeling stupid, it’s a sign of growth, learn something from everyone 

would you like you if you met you?  • learn how to swim

A Karmatic Violation

January 18, 2012

I’m often told, “Only you Dan, that would only happen to you” – well, tonight I found myself saying the same exact same thing to myself.

I arrived home last night at 1AM.  Having not slept in my bed for 28 of the past 30 nights there was a great feeling of relief and anticipation as I walked up the stairs to my room.  I opened the door and was greeted by an odd blue flickering light …I muttered aloud “Oh what the hell”  directed at my own stupidity for having left my computer monitor on for so long –  Nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.

My self-flagellation woke an unexpected young female sleeping in my bed.  Reciprocating my surprise, she sprung up..naked and profusely “Oh no, I’m sorry, Oh… I’m sorry I’m sorry, Oh crap,  I’m just  so..”

“Wha…. Huh….”  There were no words – The space was a mess, floor  littered with clothes, empty bottles and smell of wet dog – despite having a naked stranger in my room I felt shame for having left the place in such ruins.

Wait a minute, these are not my clothes – These are panties, bras, hairdryers, etc.

She was talking fast saying the same thing, “Oh I am so embarrassed, I am sorry, I am so sorry”.  I was in a daze, reacting far too casually,  I wheeled my luggage over into my closet, and began to remove and sort my dirty laundry from inside my the suitcases I actually heard myself say, “It’s OK, really….don’t worry about it”.

This was all so surreal, every where I looked I could recognize my things but they were out of place, and co-mingled with her shit – her shit was everywhere! So much of it!  WHO WAS SHE?


She was now wearing a long shirt – MY LONG SHIRT, still apologizing and gradually introducing new information.  Her name was Bridgette, she is 24, and is my new housemate who moved in right as I was leaving “….remember you waved to me and said “Hey” that one time”:  and that she works at Trader Joe’s – where she gets a 10% employee discount, which we both agreed was a bit stingy.

Bridgette apparently asked where’s the guy with the Saab and since no one seemed to know where I went or when I might return so she took it upon herself to start watching Netflix in my room at night (because she didn’t have a TV), began sleeping in my bed, enjoyed a couple hot tubs (both solo and with friends, “I hope you don’t mind I had a couple of people over for New Years”), burned my soy candles to the nub and shaved her legs in my shower. However she had no idea why there might be an empty bottle of honey flavored Jack Daniels  in my shoe rack.

I was numb – not yet angry, not yet violated, perhaps a little bit disappointed as I began to realize that this was really happening – in a I’m going to have to clean this all up myself sort of way not in a swanky Penthouse Letters sort of way.

My thoughts as I drifted to sleep were empathetic.  I felt a kinship with women who come home early from a trip only to find a naked woman sleeping in their bed.

The bright side of this fiasco is that it brings closure to the great Netflix mystery.  Over the past couple of months each time I’ve logged in to Netflix there have been a glut of shitty movies showing up in my “Recently Watched List” for the life of me I could not remember watching three full seasons of That 70’s Show.



January 14, 2012

I proudly admit to being politically agnostic, intentionally unaware of candidates, primary results and congressional stalemates – so right off the bat my opinion carries no weight (or maybe I’m a liberal or a socialist) however doesn’t it seem like drastically cutting the Pentagon’s budget might not be the worst idea?

Even if you don’t agree with the sentiment, at least you’ve learned a new word.

Hegemony is an indirect form of imperial dominance in which the hegemon (leader state) rules sub-ordinate states by the implied means of power rather than direct military force.



January 10, 2012

A ten song thirty-eight minute, Carpe that fucking Diem, music mix

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