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|Thursday, January 5th, 2012|
Today, our hero set forth to catch One wave.
|Monday, November 22nd, 2010|
|Thursday, October 28th, 2010|
i'm here to make a slight quick hello.
|Friday, August 13th, 2010|
THIS IS AWESOME!!
Computer programmer Michael Yingling developed a search engine for archived Calvin & Hobbes comic strips. Here are some tips for using it:
Currently the search only looks for EXACT phrases (not case sensitive), so if you’re looking for a comic with the words “balloon” and “airplane” you cannot enter them both, or it will search for “balloon airplane” together. Perhaps in the future I will fix this, but it’s actually a lot more difficult than leaving it as-is.
There is one exception though! You can search for a DATE and it will find that specific comic, though it MUST be of the format MM/DD/YYYY. So 09/01/1986 will work, but “Sept 1st ‘86″ and “9/1/86″ wont – yet.
|Sunday, June 20th, 2010|
Just saying hello and wanted to let everyone know that I was quoted in an article that was published in Sunday’s New York Times!
For real - See it for yourself - http://www.nytimes.com/2010/06/20/fashion/20CulturalFacebook.html?hpw
"A used surfboard was one of echoboom
's first purchases when he moved to Southern California from Houston (not known for waves), and he waited tables to support his habit. Told he had non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma, he had to abandon the sport; now four years into remission and working as a production assistant, he has returned to the ocean.
“I was happy to embrace surfing again when I got a clean bill of health,” Mr. echoboom
said, and his profile is an exuberant declaration of well-being: I surf, therefore I am
word to your mutha!
|Tuesday, May 4th, 2010|
Night 2 of Contemplative Shorts Shopping at Target. Why does my inability to pick out some decent, new shorts feel much bigger than it really is? Why must I feel that each pair truly fulfill my needs as not only clothing- but style, comfort and originality? Why does this shopping experience eerily parallel how I feel about my life right now? The lack of enthusiasm, amongst various quality products has been incredibly taxing on my mental being.
I do want new shorts because the ones I currently sport hang off my ass because ive lost a lot weight in the last few years. If the shorts themselves symbolize the "change" and "desires" i cant get seem to grasp in my minds eye- what exactly does my ass represent?
P.S - dont ever fart inside the changing room of a large store; when you're in your underwear, you have nowhere to run.
|Monday, March 15th, 2010|
They say to start at the beginning and I promise I will later (how I’ve started questioning my life’s purpose and meaning as it relates to Work) but today I went to a Bikram Yoga class and I feel its important to remember how I felt. Naturally, I'm going to share.
Going to Bikram Yoga (its the hot,sweaty one) allows me at least a few hours I can stop worrying about my outside world and instead focus on strengthening my body. And as I focus on my body, my mind will benefit. The workout isn’t easy and at times my mind does lose focus. It’s a struggle sometimes and I try to snap myself out of it- usually echoing that I should be paying attention to every breath and how my body feels at that moment, (kind of a “Live in the now” taking notes kind of way).
I believe that this yoga is helping me because it is forcing me to concentrate harder. Sometimes the idle mind can be a bad thing (especially mine) . So I understand the benefit of having this arduous, strong discipline to stop my mind from straying and focusing solely on one important task
So, Sunday’s class was interesting. As I’m having many uncertainties about what I want to be doing with my life, I knew it was important for me to get away from my dilemma and get some exercise. Today’s class was probably the hardest yoga session I've endured. The room was packed and the humidity was tremendous. It made holding the postures incredibly difficult. I was breathing so hard and my heart was pumping so fast that I swear I could see it beating through my chest. It was strange, because my chest looked like it was throbbing in a small quadrant on the left side of my chest. It looked incredibly odd, and a little alien like. I did realize that I was trying harder than ever before. Resting is important but sometimes there isn’t a long enough break to calm down. I really put in an effort to do every pose even if I wasn’t able to use my full energy. Though I did go slowly a few times, it made sense to at least continue with the motions of the poses.
By the time we made it to the floor, I was ready to call it quits. The yogi opened the door a few times to bring in some fresh air and my body was begging for me to run outside. The classes are always a struggle but never had I really wanted to leave so much- it kept crossing my mind like never before. So now I was fighting my mind and reiterating that I will not leave. As the class was ending, I was counting the seconds when I would run out the door. I also knew that it was time to start praising my mind and body by giving it the, “you are awesome for staying. You are a strong individual that can get through anything and these little outside worries are not going to stop you from succeeding”- lot of positive reinforcement mantras.
Class was over and it was time to relax. And I didn’t run out. I always like to spend a few minutes lying down and waiting for my heartbeat to slow down, while also giving thanks to the universe. (Sometimes it’s easier to just stay there and let the room clear out a bit before I have to deal with the masses of sweaty bodies running around in the lobby.) But this was different; I stayed there for almost twenty minutes. I was so tired and I wanted to go outside but I just wasn’t ready for it. I needed to lay there and really spend some time relaxing. Of course, my mind starts to concern itself with my dilemmas and I try and calm down those thoughts. Sitting and looking into the mirror, I felt a little scared but kept repeating my positive thoughts.
Finally, I gathered my stuff and walked out the door. The fresh, cool air was so strong and completely washed over me that I just started crying. Instantly. Standing outside the door, water bottle in hand, amongst the small crowd in the lobby, I just started tearing up. My sobs weren’t that loud but it was noticeable. It was enough to stop me and just take it in. It was a happy but also a bit of a sad moment. I don’t mind crying and understand that sometime we need to get it out, but it’s amazing how happy and scared one can be in a moment. I walked around the couch in the lobby and sat for another 10 minutes, choking up every few minutes. It was more important for me to let it out so it was a little embarrassing but I didn’t try to hide it. I just wanted to let those moments pass naturally.
So I cried a bit. It felt good I guess but I’m not really sure. I was definitely grateful that I succeeded in the class. It was so hard, and such an accomplishment. On the other hand, I know one of the reasons I was scared to be crying was the possibility that it wouldn’t end, that these tears would continue to spiral me into a panic-attack mode like I had last year (at the time I hadn’t worked in a few months and I was incredibly upset, feeling like such a failure in my professional life; a feeling of such utter despair that it really scared me. Here I had my health, an amazing relationship, a roof over my head, and yet I was so stricken with unnatural fear for my work life that I was in misery. Dramatic yes, but damn. So. Not. Cool. )
Honestly, im not trying to overanalyze the moment, but I do want to remember it. There was a beautiful and also unnerving quality to that moment and I feel its important to acknowledge and somehow learn from it.
|Saturday, January 2nd, 2010|
it is incredibly difficult to trim hair off your forearms and make it even and neat. lets just say the left arm hair is longer than the right one. oh LA, what have you done to me...
its like my right arm is gay..
|Thursday, September 24th, 2009|
|Wednesday, July 29th, 2009|
|Friday, July 17th, 2009|
saw this recently and really enjoyed it.. now im reading his book and its interesting
|Wednesday, July 8th, 2009|
18 months ago,
i had completed two years worth of chemo, radiation therapy ,and a stem cell transplant that left me broken, bitter, alienated, depressed, angry and thinking if life ended, that would be allright...
now, now life is much better--but i cant really get it all that cause im going surfing for the third straight day
|Wednesday, March 25th, 2009|
every killing joke release and a shiiteload of extrashttp://btjunkie.org/torrent/Killing-Joke-Discography-1979-2006-mp3-128-320/39522ec11420f902eb5435a9ca771c99691071e0795d
KILLING JOKE DISCOGRAPHY :
Killing Joke - Hosannas From The Basement Of Hell  VBR 192 Kbps
Killing Joke - Ha!  (Remastered 2005) VBR 212 Kbps
Killing Joke - Killing Joke  320 Kbps
Killing Joke - Democracy  320 Kbps
Killing Joke - Wilful Day  320 Kbps
Killing Joke - Pandemonium  320 Kbps
Killing Joke - Laugh I Nearly Bought One!  (MPC) VBR 224 Kbps
Killing Joke - Extremities Dirt And Various Repressed Emotions  VBR 312 Kbps
Killing Joke - Outside The Gate  192 Kbps
Killing Joke - Brighter Than A Thousand Suns  VBR 212 Kbps
Killing Joke - Night Time  VBR 192 Kbps
Killing Joke - Fire Dances  192 Kbps
Killing Joke - Revelations  128 Kbps
Killing Joke - What's THIS for...!  256 Kbps
Killing Joke - Killing Joke  256 Kbps
All live are audience recording, so the audio quality is poor
Killing Joke - BBC In Concert  192 Kbps
Killing Joke - Gulf War Dance (Live) 128 Kbps
Killing Joke - Lyon 13-03-85 (Live) 320 Kbps
Killing Joke - The Unperverted Pantomime (live)  128 Kbps
Killing Joke - Sessions 128 Kbps
Killing Joke - Singles & Rarities 3 CD 128 Kbps
Killing Joke - Chaos For Breakfast (Disc 1- 4) 320 Kbps
Killing Joke - Wardance - The Remixes 192 Kbps
Killing Joke - Rockshow 2004 Sessions 128 Kbps
Killing joke - Others songs
|Sunday, March 15th, 2009|
|Wednesday, December 17th, 2008|
|there is more news, but thats it for now!
real. real quicksince last we spoke, i
--quit cheesecake factory
--worked as a PA closing down the set of The Riches
--finally pissed off to Scotland, England, and Ireland. (mostly, Edinburgh, London, and Dublin; 3 soccer games, 1 rugby)
--became a full fledged member of the Knight Rider crew as an office PA on a monday; wednesday, we were shutting down and going on hiatus
--partied at the official Knight Rider Holiday Party (or Wrap party...)
the WALKING DISTANCE 'black'' trailer has premiered, its the first of two to be released this week.
i am well. it appears all are well. always great to see!!!
|Wednesday, October 15th, 2008|
|Wednesday, October 1st, 2008|
this past sunday morning,
many gathered in santa barbara to celebrate our fallen friend. i understand its a hawaiian tradition for surfers to remember their own by paddling out into the ocean and saying goodbye. It really was a beautiful experience to participate in this ceremony. pictures are here:
i met Bill in my cancer support group late last year. we both were recovering from stem cell transplants (my first and his second) in dealing with non-hodgkins lymphoma. damn if he wasnt the most positive guy i met with this battle.
Bill was also a firefighter and many of his classmates and coworkers were on hand to pay their respects. SB harbor patrol let them group onto a few boats and come into the circle.
|Thursday, September 25th, 2008|
JUNO REACTOR TONIGHT at the El Rey!!!
maybe you know this song?
|Tuesday, July 15th, 2008|
two songs i cant stop playing over and over and over again. i just recently discovered them and they are amazing for many different reasons.
lots more to tell, but enjoy this for now.Faithless - Bombs
song, video and lyrics are amazing. i want to be involved in art like this.Dave Gahan - Saw Something
song is great and the video is only ok, but something about his voice that is just so damn great.
|Monday, June 2nd, 2008|
seriously, its true. all my ex's do live in texas.
why bring it up?
cause im going back. for 5 weeks. to make a movie. yes, yes, and yes. all true.
but lets take a few steps back cause its been a while. im trying to figure out a starting point.
lets start with the good news:
--last weeks PET scan came back and guess who's still cancer free? yup, starting to sound like a broken record with "scan clean. scan clean. scan clean." a very pleasant sounding broken record has never been this nice on the ears.. actually, its almost common place around here to hear this good news. i sometimes have to sit back and think about it for a second. cancer free. me. fuckin A. so happy. so blessed. so well, fuckin A!!
--confirmed that i will be in houston for 5 weeks to film the new upstart filmworks production of WALKING DISTANCE (add the myspace page here). dude, i cant wait to go back home and live it up. its been over a year and im jonesing for some fajitas and queso. and to you know, work on my artistic craft. and have some BBQ. ive never really gone on location to shoot a movie, so it sounds really cool to say. even if it is home, that just means i can stay at my moms, use my brothers car and, see all my homies. even you people in other cities may get a visit. im talking to you austinites and san antonians.
--the Coachella festival was amazing. again. as my 7th straight year, im not sure where it ranks in the overall but, hot damn, watching roger waters perform some of the greatest songs of all time in the middle of the desert with 50,000 people was quite breathtaking. twenty minutes into his set, i knew i was apart of something beautiful. (cant say the same for Fatboy Slim's basically average set). there was a moment i had, halfway through Comfortably Numb that, well, was pretty much the opposite of being comfortably numb. i guess i felt alive. so incredibly thankful to be alive and healthy that i started crying. let me spell it out, the last year was hell physically but moreso emotionally. i didn't feel calm and didn't really want to be alive. didn't want to die, just didn't enjoy being alive. call it a spiritual moment, but i was just happy. really, really happy. (so happy i taped another brick in the wall and uploaded to youtube. you can hear me at times singing along..) Prince was pretty good too btw. so was Kraftwerk. and Justice.
but all fun with a weak body can be a bad thing. i knew 3 days in the desert would take its toll. so i paced myself. and i thought i did a great job (except for all the bad food i ate on saturday that left me purging halfway through Prince's set).. so i scheduled a massage. and it was allright. not quite the happy ending my friend matt had, but it was ok. not that kind of happy ending. so the next day, i noticed a heat rash. that got worse and worse. long story short. i got the shingles. shingles!! fucking shingles! a painful rash that really, really, REALLY sucks. do yourself a favor: do NOT google shingles, just trust me that it sucks. for people that had stem cell transplants like me, it can be quite common. so guess who went through another two weeks of depression?? of course its easy for me to joke about it now, but damn, when your body is trying to heal and the progress is so minute you cant see anything...well, look i digress. just another thing that we knew could happen.
time heals all wounds. what doesn't kill you makes you stronger... whatever dude. that's all i say. im ready to not only put cancer in my past, but to delete those times from my mind and never look back on them.
so yea, im better. the body isn't at 100%. i still get tired quite easily. im trying to pace myself in a smart way. over one year since i last went surfing. i think this is the week to test that board i bought for my 30th birthday.
makes you want to feel....