i’m always amazed at how small a place the web is.

started reading matt’s thing last week, then after a few emails back and forth realized that we have only a few degrees of separation. he knows some folks that i’ve been in the same room with…

we’ve reserved a nite (sept 11th actually) for an official ‘old guy streetskate night’ in olde town alexandria.

i haven’t touched my deck since knee surgery a year and a half ago.

this should be funny. anybody else in?

…and it’s all about taking pictures of yourself.

when chris and brad first mentioned the Thursday 3, i wasn’t sure if it was a joke or not. yeah, the friday five have always had a sort of ‘tiger beat’ quality, but sarcasm is always so hard to translate online.

after 2 official TT’s i guess it’s fo’ real. so sign me up.

1. How are you feeling right now? like something big is about to happen. for the past month i’ve had this imminent feeling. maybe it’s because life has been very turbulent for the past year plus, and now it’s finally slowing down?maybe. i’ve also had all these career visions dancing in my head. nothing lasts forever and i’m just trying to figure out what i want to do for the rest of my life. it’s gotta be the worst idea ever, but the thought of opening my own bike shop has been spinning like a broken record.
2. What makes you sad? not much. i miss friends that are far away. i get sad about as often as i get mad, maybe less. i’m pretty emotionally even-keeled, always thought that getting depressed or raging is a waste of my time. call me a robot, i’ll call you silly
3. Do you ever feel like being sad inspires you more than when you are happy? i think when i was a teenager i had a lot more creative energy and, typical of that age, i was prone to depression. i don’t know if there’s a direct link ‘tween the two, but i don’t feel as passionate about creating music as i did then. i’ve had a couple conversations with ryan about this very subject. it’s definitely easier to write pissed off or lovelorn stuff than to get creative and push that envelope

finally get to see the weakerthans at the Black Cat this sunday. i’m definitely looking forward to it. seems that theweakerthans.com has been hijacked, or i’d link it all up, shucks.

wrist is still a bit tweeked out from doing some big drops on the bike about a month ago. thought it was just bruised, but now i’m thinkin there might be a break in there. maybe i’ll get around to making an appt this week. maybe not?

drippy, chilly nick drake day here in egoland.

linky-links:

db-db becomes qp-qp [via: newstoday]

real beverly hillbillies

endangered instruments

opie&anthony got canned. thank god, don&mike are back on drivetime. i usually just listen to music on the drive home, but it’s nice to have another option.

was just hanging out with kristy and jenn at dr dremo’s when the guy seated behind me at the bar talking to a group of friends taps me on the shoulder, points to saddam hussein on the tube and says, “you want to see a dead man? lookit that. he’s a dead man. mark my words”. just gave him a ‘ummmmm… yeah’ and turned back around. do i just attract this kind of attention?

another example, i was wearing a napster tee shirt today and had 2 separate people look at me and say ‘napsterrrr!’ i never know how to respond to that. it’s like if you’re wearing a styx shirt and i want you to know that i’m waaay down with that ‘mr roboto’ shit too, i’ll toss a ‘hey, sttyyxxx!’ your way and we’ll both grin in mighty conspiracy. but soing that to something as huge as napster is like saying ‘hey, coke! i love coke!’. i just got nothin’ for ya.

got back from the beach on friday nite. i think it’s really important to have a post-vacation recompression weekend. helps me get back into the workaday mindset.

big fun on the water, check out the pics:

EGO//INC::BEACH2002::

the pup had the best time ever. 4 or 5 trips down to swim every day, surrounded by dogs and dog-friendly peeps. he was 100% comatose the entire 10hr drive back, slept another 8 hours, then snoozed most of the day saturday. tough life.

misc notes:

- dinner & movie with ryan & huyen friday, discussions of crapper etiquette over veggie chili.
- jack is now tied up whenever not in the backyard. the little monster chased a terrified kid all the way to his house across the parking lot. then ran from me for the next 15 minutes while kid’s dad is yelling at me. obedience school suggestions?

okay, enough for now. i got real work to do.

John S. Holmes

the dad chronicles

i’ll be out all next week. going to edisto island, SC to slack off on the beach with 7 dogs and 7 people. miss me dearly.

until then, your homework is to read and comprehend the latest A List Apart: 10 Tips on Writing the Living Web because…

“To be honest with the world, you may need to be honest with your mother; if you cannot face your mother, perhaps you are not ready to write for the world.”

word.

maybe i’m too hard on myself. you see, i was always pretty sure that by age 26 i’d already be famous. or at least widely respected. maybe just regionally, i’m not asking for much.

i’m gradually narrowing down the possibilities.

rokkstar? 10 years of making music, spent the last 5 pouring in my heart and soul only to realize that it wasn’t working out. that music thing’s hard. and a lot more fun before you realize how hard it is. lately i’ve been getting back to dorking around with stuff, but i seem to have lost the spark to actually write my own.

extreemsportssuperstar!: separated right shoulder, dislocated left. snapped ACL and damaged cartilidge in left knee. i unconsiously do a mental inventory of all this damage before every dirt jump, every loading dock, every precarious balance. that keeps me from getting all ryan leech on ya.

designGuru: screw fame, at this point i’d be happy just to be recognized as a designer. i’m working hard on this one, maybe it’s the only shot i’ve got left. maybe a secret domain has been registered, maybe i’m sweating out the initial sketches. maybe if i’m good enough and people notice things may start to happen.

there just something inside me that needs to get out.

maybe it’s just all that coffee i had this morning…