one of my little rules about blogging
is dont blog about blogging.
but it’s hard for me to ignore the fact that here we are on the first day of december and if i keep posting
or lack there of
at this rate, then this will be the least productive year ive ever had on the busblog.
dont you think id be more confident by now? dont you think that because fewer people read this, then i have less to fear about keeping it real?
dont i have more to talk about now that i am no longer working for one of the most prestigious and olden orgs in the world,
and i am infact a major force for one of the newest and free and creative and forgiving?
the truth of the matter is i was never more productive than when i hated my job and knew everyone was watching, including my boss, and even Google itself was pointing at me constantly as way back then i was in the top 5 of “tony”‘s in the world.
i guess the difference then was i didnt care if the world blew up by what i was doing. and today i do.
today im gonna wear a suit because i will be watching one of my film heroes, quentin tarantino, receive an award by a group i used to sit on the board of, and who i still adore, the los angeles press club
and now that i am back working in the press i feel like i sorta belong there.
i hate wearing suits and this one doesnt fit me well as i am pudgy and thats never gonna change but im not punk rock enough to wear a kaftan, so i’ll look like someones uncle, which i am.
and thats ok, it’s his day, and ann-margaret’s and danny trejo’s and the lady who invented the me-too movement.
amber is an interesting girl. ive never much enjoyed going to clubs and dancing or even spending that much time “out” at night if i had a girlfriend because to me, all of those things are to find the woman of yr dreams who would want to laze about the manse watching tv and playing with the cats.
but for this she was all, yes, lets go. so go we shall.
november was productive for me at los angeleno. i wrote eight pieces, seven were published, one will come out in the next few days.
Anyone Can Get a Loaded Grocery Cart for $40 at This Venice Blvd. Market
These Video Tours of L.A. Graveyards Are To Die For
Is Chick-fil-A Closed on the Right Day?
Meet Your Activists: Extinction Rebellion
Just Because You Can Trade a Mike Trout Card for a Tesla Doesn’t Mean You Should
How to Get the Hell out of LAX and Avoid LAX-it
Greta’s Grand Global Warning Strike
expect me to have closer to 10-12 published in december if all goes well.
but of those, the one about the graveyards was my favorite one. that guy is just so well spoken.
ok it’s 4:12am, i’d like to be up at 10:30am to go to church.