damn...

Now I'm not known for my extravagant tastes. In fact, I've been trying to live as cheap as I can.

That said, I've always fancied a nice watch. Nothing gaudy or over-the-top. Just a high-quality timepiece that can stand the test of time (no pun intended). Perhaps a watch I could pass on to a child someday. You know, heirloom-style.

So I was browsing around, and damn it if I didn't find a nice watch. Behold the Omega Speedmaster Day-Date. Beautiful, isn't it?

Well, it was beautiful until I researched the price. $2,500...for a watch.

Naturally, my brain instantly switched to its built-in conversion calculator: X dollars = Y old British motorcycles.

Maybe my future heir would appreciate a 1969 Triumph T100R Daytona more than a watch.

Still, it's a damn fine piece of time-telling machinery.

I'm offended

Please observe:

Joe Strummer signature Fender guitar...with fucking stickers!

Marketing 101

Man, I hate this job.

Woohoo!

They went in and got all of his cancer. Now he's on the road to recovery! No radiation or any of that nonsense. RAD!

In other news...
When one president lies and potentially ruins his marriage, he's brought up on impeachment charges.

When another president lies and sons, daughters, mothers, and fathers die, he's allowed to continue lying.

What's wrong with us? Seriously, what the fuck are we doing?

Let others speak

Five years seems ample time to contemplate and subsequently put into perspective the events of September 11, 2001. We may all remember where we were and what we were doing when the news finally came to us from TV, radio, family, friends or co-workers.

Increasingly, reflection on those events and the possible causes have been drowned out by fear-mongering and empty rhetoric and hate-speech and wrongful accusations and false imprisonment.

As the Right (and by association, the Left) use September 11th as a photo-op or worse, a justification for such unAmerican activities as yet to be seen, I can't help but feel we're spitting on the graves of the 9/11 victims. Every time our politicians--especially that abomination of a president--invokes that day for the purpose of shutting out opposition or frightening citizens into silent compliance, I can't help but scream.

So many have spoken out only to be branded by this goverment as unpatriotic. To parapharse Beard, a great way to get yourself branded as a danger to society is to walk around quoting the founders of this country, the very purveyors of the freedoms this administration seeks to deny.

This is no longer Democrat versus Republican. BushCo has stepped so far to the right, they're teetering on the brink of fascism. Fuck that. And fuck them. The more they try to take, the more we have to fight. The more they brand their opponents "unAmerican" the more we must see how they are the ones who are unAmerican.

Since I'm so fond of quoting people who are far more intelligent and articulate than I, let me give you two things to mull over.

First, this thought:
"A nation of sheep begets a government of wolves." Edward R. Murrow

And second, a video:

Ton up!

So there's this guy Skip. He's doing his damnedest to get a Ton Up chapter started in NorCal. What's TonUp? It's a motorcycle club of sorts. Basically, it's a bunch of guys who ride old Brit bikes and can't seem to let go of the whole Rocker phenomenon born in the UK during the 50s-60s. And that's a good thing. It is everything that is "cool" about motorcycles...click!

While I don't consider myself a "joiner," it sure would be nice to ride around with a bunch of guys that get it. The Rocker thing is a culture within a culture.

The one "problem" is that the meetings are in SF on Thursday evenings. Now before Smalls hits the comment button to say "let's move to SF!", let me say that riding up to SF isn't a big deal. In fact, I don't really see the point of having a bike or car club meet 2 miles from your house. Your machine is meant to be ridden. So riding to the meeting would be fine with me. But still, it's a weeknight and I'm a working stiff.

I'm just stoked that Skip is taking the lead and getting something together that has the potential to be super rad.

wedding haze

So there it was. The best day ever. Surrounded by best friends and family, I converted the ususpecting Jackson to a Wotel. Awesome. The whole thing just flew by. I'd do it all again if I could. Dave and Glory flew in from CO. Jason and Shannon from NYC. Awesome.

See some pics at: http://invite.filmloop.com/x?-Jn1BMni3v-MrXDY6tSzuEX2fkj1VS-o

And now I must eat a big, fat bowl of crow. I love LA. I know, I know. I used to rip SoreCal a new one every chance I would get. But now, I can only bring myself to crap on the drivers down there.

Cool shops. Even cooler old houses. And the coolest motorcycle shop. We had a great time down there. Hanging with Ivonne and Chris. Bigfoot Lodge, the Dresden, and the Lucky Bar.

But I don't think Smalls Wotel will let me move us down there until we've lived in SF for a bit. Oh well, many visits must happen instead.