Sunset Cliffs park at sunrise.
So many pastels! Nice place to kill time at the end of a shift, wouldden't you say?

So after cresting the highway as it ran through Rainbow my radio stations of san diego could no longer be heard, so I began to station surf. Normally I have my MP3 player with me and that never is an issue, but today I didn't have it with me. So I surf through my presets and I look down at the radio.
Bank one (of 3) still has my preset stations from new york in it. 93.9, 102.3, 92.3...and so on and it hit me really. For some reason I want some tangible evidence that I exist in new york. That it dosent matter where I am so much s where I came from. Sure I'll rip on good old LI being full of guidos, lawyers, and self-rightous pricks... but al in all Im proud of where I came from. Still, I don't think its a couinsidence that WNYC is tuned to number one on bnk one, or that my NY registration and inspection is still displayed in my car window, or that all my mail has yet to be properly addressed to me in san diego (sorry mom). And I doubt that sentiment will ever change. They say home is where the heart is, and true it does lay in new york, but why has it not fallen to san diego yet. I have few reservations about the city, and I am putting more time and effort to establishing a base here. Though it would seem some of those efforts have been buffered and I am left almost where I began. Its not so tragic as it could be, but I am left in doubt as to weather I can call someplace else home.
Signing off in thought in CHino, ca

Good Morning San diego from 8th & Ash!
Pretty colorz

Oops, looks like it's finally happened to me. I lost all my contacts y'all. Please post things I should know, names, addresses, phone numbers, E-mails, birthdates, next-of-kins.. Dang you never think it'll happen to you, then BAM it's allll gone >.>

Comments screened, your secrets are safe with me.

"Photosynthesis....Chlorophyll...Its esentially sunshine." Says a man trying to describe his organic plant shakes.

You know, I seriously can't believe the audacity that people have to be totally fucking inconsideriate.
I've been working since 8PM yesterday and am staying on to take some guys to a football game. Like usual I arrive early, and lo and behold an infinity suv pulls up right in front of me, loads up with 8 guys obviously going to fotball game, EACH ONE OF THEM TAKING A GOOD LOOK AT THE SIGN ON MY VAN THEY FUCKING RESERVED say nothing, and drive of.
How the fuck could you not even so much as say xoh hey, we're good". Just walked on by, and not a fucking word (aside from the usual woo go local sports team bullshit). I am uterly floored at how some dipshits act. No fucking common decency. I swear, anybody who calls you brah needs to be mutilated by a hedge trimmer.
UGH...FUCK YOU FOOTBALL FAN.

San diego on a crisp november morning.
:)

Ohe many many reasons I love chino!

Rainbow, Ca

To report bad driving, guess.

For all that I am, I'm hardly worth anything.

So, its been a little while since my last post, and I figured id have some time while at ze doctorsoffice.
Fall has blown in with first not hardly a drop in tempreatures and at first I was stating to think that san diego is a place of endless summers, sounds great when you might be knee deep in a grey new egland winter, but it gets kinda depresing. As we moved through september I kept asking natives if all of fall was 80s and sunny. Well...turns out they were right, and fall has struck with a vengence.
The last week or so tempreatures dropped quite a bit, and suddenly it feels like fall. First it was only during the early mornings when the marine layer was thick and close to the ground. But as the days grew shorter, air became crisp and cold. My favorite season is inded present here in sd, and though it may be a tad warmer, it realy has turned a corner.

Yesterday me and my roomate matt went out to julian, about an hours drive up through the mountains. To a cold windswept old fashion town during what we both thought was an event. Turns out its a weekend in which all od sd show up to spend a day in julian and leave pie wrappers in their wake. There were a few events but nothing particularly special that we checked out. However the environment was invigorating. Set apart from other towns julian is a new york mountain town with an old west flare. Its strange to be in such a setting where the oldest building was built in 1907. But it seems that the traditions run deeper in that they have been doing the same thbings on the same days for over 100 years or something. So all in its a pretty cool town. Winds were gusty and the tepreature was a good 65 with wind chill. Still, the leaves were changing color, and the air smelled wonderful, much like it did at home. Amazing with 30 miles and 4000 feet do.
So I have found ds has a fall. Folks I think im faling in love with this town.

I am eating turkey pot pie with butter melted on it. Dear god I am fat, but I am loving every second. OMM NOM NOM.

Hey Y'all, I'm-a-tweeting. birdthinking is the name, rhetorical questioning is the game. You'll see :)

Don't let it happen to your loved ones: the urinal cake is not food.

hours getting reduced at work, phone sales dismal, runs dismal, hardly making money.
Y'know ,I'm fucking sick of working for people, I really fucking am. Just how the hell do I start a business with no savings and no market?
I hate being an adult, you do all the responsible shit, work hard, do well, and you are fucked anyway.

Sunday conversations.

Me: "Dude, you stabbed me!"
V: "Yep."
M: "Why?!"
V: "It gets results."
M: "I'll say"

I've always found myself in support of a company's success, or if not spearheading growth and internal benefits, then at least in improving the work within the status quo. I find tonight that not only have I not done that, but am single-handedly responsible for a significant loss to the company I now work for, from a circumstance that I cannot understand nor seek to fix as there is seemingly no particular thing to blame. No problem to fix, no diagnosis to levy. And for that I find it most disturbing.

For all my positives and benefits, they have provided me a saving grace and granted a freebie so to speak, but even as my status does not officially change I will find myself utterly unable to stand among co-workers as equals. I have fucked up, and I doubt I will feel the effects of consequence. But I know all too well that I will bear the scars of punishment on my own.

Goddamnit.

sure, it was 120 out, sure it's an hour and a half away. But brother, when you make this shit come alive, it's all fuckin worth it.



Just FYI it wasen't working when I pulled up, it moved around the airfield under it's own power, and taxied to it's parking spot. It will soon fly this month.

In case you want to know WHAT that is, it's a Beech 18 powered by two Pratt & Whitney R-985 Wasp Jr. 9 cylinder radial engines.