set in motion

boarding the birthday train one month in advance.  i don't want to say this too loudly, but i've always REALLY wanted to be 32 (actually, i want to be 33 more; i love odd numbers, the number three in particular so the double dose is like a cosmic tickle to me).   32 has long seemed like a sacred or pivotal age to me, in much the way that "they" say that 27 is sacred or pivotal.  read: a point along the life line where "what the fuck am i doing with myself" moments seem to coagulate.  i love that stuff.  i kind of want to be a disaster for a few more minutes and blast out of the ashes as a mentally gilded Phoenix. it's just the way my life has been charted thus far: dip, spring, dive, rebound, MANIA.  though the gap between  those erratics is starting to mellow.  and that's what you call growing up i guess.  that being said... i don't have any expectations for this year, but i do have urges to do and be and go like i haven't felt in a long, long time.  if i can quiet the contentions from Stability and Finance, i could be headed to some new and fascinating places. 

anyway, i went to San Fransisco for the first time to visit Jason/Juicebox and, like i said, kick the 808 birthday-state into action.  i was gifted a copy of Forced Exposure by the aforementioned genius with features on some minimally influential bands/people!!  i hesitate referring to a zine written largely by Albini as precious, but yeah that's exactly what it is. i think i read the whole thing on the plane back home and more on this issue in the future and more on the tragedy that few folks write with enough witty vitriol anymore.

but before that, we ate 3 courses of vegan swanky decadence at Millennium, after spending the day toying around San Francisco (a whole lot more on that later):

lucky lightning striking down.