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  1. Monday, July 3, 2017

    aj was all im house sitting and this pool is so empty 

    so i threw down my Cubs hat and said

    fine!

    amber was all, can i come? i was like, do you have a bikini?

    she said, do i.

    all of us are straight edge so aj had kumbucha, amber had ice tea and i brought over two bottles of mexi-Fanta Grape soda.

    we stood in the remarkably warm pool and told amber about our first encounters with Os, who we agreed had miraculously only become handsomer as time has gone on.

    and then we adjourned to the hot tub. AJ’s Bose speaker made my Amazon branded bluetooth speaker insecure and pouty. it was not at all as booming and beautiful as her Bose. in fairness the Amazon cost about 1/3 of the Bose, but music is something one should invest in.

    at some point we got hungry. the Oinkster down the street seemed like a perfectly ridiculous option. then i said, i know a sushi joint in Pasadena. the food isn’t great but theres little boats that circle the sushi chefs and it’s funny to watch.

    that one got the most votes and the food was better than i remembered.

    bonus: we got to watch Max Scherzer toss 7 shut out innings on a little tv hanging on a wall.

    today i take the cats to the vet for their annual check up.

    Michael has some bite marks on her neck and i want to make sure they arent the work of Vampires.

  2. Tuesday, February 21, 2017

    me and aj met in santa monica to see moonlight 

    aj in collegethis is the Oscar home stretch so i have to see all the rest of the Best Picture films before Sunday

    so when AJ was all, lets go, tonight! i was all f yes!

    i have this Uber subscription that gives me 20 rides all around LA for $4. even though i knew i wasnt gonna get drunk and even though it was President’s Day, who doesn’t like getting a ride for $4 across town?

    we met at The Landmark on Pico which has very fancy theaters.

    i was starving but i got there early so i walked through my new favorite store, Nordstrom, and on to the Food Court.

    it was empty in the Westside Pavillion. Super empty. Sad empty. People were cleaning things that were already clean.

    Ordered some food at the Panda Express. They never have panda. Weird.

    Walked back and AJ arrived. We got a Mexicoke and a popcorn and the film began.

    Soooo many black people in the film. When was the last time you saw something like that? And a story told very slowly. Also good. But in the end I was all, what happened? Did anything really happen? And what was i supposed to learn from it? Stay in school, don’t do drugs?

    I couldn’t understand why this is getting so much Oscar buzz. Same with La La Land. But that’s me, Mr. Critical. Mr. Meh. Ashley so many years ago was right, I cannot be pleased.

    But what was pleasing was AJ and I walked around West LA. Just walking and talking. Catching up. We tried to eat at Islands but they were closing and didn’t like the looks of us. I tried to eat at Jack in the Box but AJ was all, come on Tone. So we settled for a donut or two at this Donut store.

    We walked more, talked more on the quiet streets. It was very nice. Very. Sometimes friends youve known for a long time are better than Oscar nominated films.

    Sometimes always.

  3. Monday, September 19, 2016

    im in chicago and how about this, im about to hang with aj 

    jeanine ajwhen i was in college aj and i wrote together, rocked out together, we even had a rock and roll radio show together.

    the only thing we didnt do is get it on together. i shoulda told her, look at me, i have my hair, i look great in the cubs shirt that i will later wear in vegas. and i weight 125 lbs. whats not to love?

    she loved me but not *that* way. which was a bit sad in a way but it led to great diary entries in my creative studies diaries class and poems and short stories.

    one thing led to another and jeanine and i started dating and then we moved in together. we were super in love. maybe in a sick way. we got these friendship bracelets which are painfully visible in this photo and i think i wore mine for a year or two. i think i also had one on my ankle. i was nuts. we were all nuts. all three of us shoulda probably gotten it on right after this picture was taken but we were sweet kids not wearing any makeup, not putting any product in our hair, probably not even wearing underwears.

    i love this picture because you can just see all the love we had and have for each other beaming through. it was taken right outside of AJs pad affectionally dubbed “the playpen”. mons pubis or the wonderfuls were about to play. some jungle juice was being prepared in a nearby garbage can. and the neighbors were for sure peeking through their curtains at the parade of beauty and freaky. i think the year was 1990. either that or 91. def one of my all time favorite pictures.

  4. Saturday, January 2, 2016

    ali and aj came over and we all ate brunch 

    ali me and ajthe best part of friends is they push your boundaries

    they help you grow as a person.

    me, i do everything i can to avoid growing, but fortunately i have been blessed by people around me who actually enjoy maturing, learning, and developing into even better versions of who they once were.

    aj had the french toast with carmalized bananas

    ali had the cobb salad

    and i had the bacon eggs and grits. the grits were bad, the bacon was thick and wonderful

    but aj won with her waffles which were amazing and delicious and understated and devilish.

    be careful when you order a small juice at square one because it will be a little baby size

    like omg i think you get more in a juice box.

    i need to open a dennys in silver lake, but not cool like fred 62, but not trashtown like an actual dennys. somewhere in between. eggs bacon and vegan crud for the vegans, but when you order a juice you get a real glass of some damn juice. that shit does actually grow on trees, you know. dont be stingy.

    i could drink a bucket of juice.

    at my ghetto dennys i might actually serve buckets of juice. $5 for a large glass. $19.76 for a bucket for the table. fucker comes with a ladle. maybe its a souvenir ladle. great, you talked me into it. $19.76 it comes with a ladle for you to take home and show your friends.

    maybe call the place the silver ladle.

    bands’ll play.

  5. Friday, May 30, 2014

    behold the only photo of aj and i on the air on kcsb in santa barbara 

    aj and me on the air of kcsb in santa barbara

    aj had a metal show on like wednesdays at 9pm called the speed of sound

    so naturally i was in love with her.

    i had a new music show on at 6am on thursdays called good morning goleta

    marys danishi opened each show with a bible reading followed by a led zeppelin tune

    because it was 6am who the hell was up in isla vista?

    sometimes i would co-host the speed of sound with her because her show was in safe harbor

    meaning we could play records with dirty words in em

    and we had a funny little routine where id say something and shed make fun of me.

    or she would run to the bathroom and id throw on some gangsta rap

    (which had just begun as the years were 89-91.)

    and she’d come back and yell at me.

    it was the sort of radio youd have a hard time turning off because

    a) aj had the perfect voice and taste for heavy metal radio

    b) who knew what i was gonna do, certainly not me

    c) we could play songs that no one else on the air could because they were worried about commercials

    one day a band called Mary’s Danish, who both of us loved, was scheduled to play right outside in Storke Plaza

    somehow the schedule was shifted around so that aj and i could live broadcast the gig

    first marys danish came in and we interviewed them

    (to great success bc they were so nice, into it, and we knew their music really well)

    and then they went outside and started rocking to a huge crowd.

    it was a great day and this photo was taken right before marys danish came in to talk with us.

    today is the first day ive seen this picture.

    either aj is really sleepy or she was in love with me back.

  6. Friday, November 9, 2012

    today is aj’s birthday, shes 24 

    when aj and i met she looked like this: long hair, maybe a streak of pink in there

    aj in college

    at the famously magical makeout party we looked like this:

    me and aj

    when she was fixing to graduate she looked like this:

    aj ucsb

    new years eve 1994:

    nye 1994

    last month in los feliz:

    aj is a superstar. doing what she wants. doing what she loves.

    making money helping people at what they most love.

    whats better than that?

    right now shes on a road trip back to nyc where shes been living for far too long

    soon the stars will send her back to the west coast

    the best coast

    where she was born. and we will all rejoice.

    until then we are happy that the other coast has treated her well

    and appreciated our sweet and sassy mermaid.

    happy birthday aj!

  7. Sunday, October 28, 2012

    xbi poisoned me for halloween but i was still able to take pics 

    at Halloween

    karisa love was the dj of the night

    Mermaid AJ

    mermaid AJ sadly has to swim back to nyc this week :(

    chris was dave navarro which was apropos  as we were headed to the Jane’s Addiction show at the wiltern

    halloween

    me, i was the Obey Giant, but even here you can see that their evil poison was taking effect

    so lets just say someone had to take a few-hour time out and after that all was kool and the gang

    karisa and chris at halloween

    hooray LA!

    and happy halloweeeeeen!

     

  8. Monday, September 20, 2010

    this is our last few hours in new york 

    and as always it has taken my breath away

    yes theres the energy. the possibilities. the buildings. the diversity. the music. the power. the history. the people. the doggies. the newspapers. the food the food the food. the bars. the people in jets and giants jerseys. the lights. the boats. the parks. the little garbage cans. the brownstones. the markets. the late night every things.

    but theres something even more.

    yesterday we had a great lunch with my dear friend amy who gave me some great advice about Whats Next for me. its weird when i first started at LAist she was all, ok thats great but Whats Next? i was like omg i have my dreamiest job, i get to wear pajamas and blog and blog what could be more than this? and she would say youre tony pierce youre bigger than one blog no matter how much you grow it.

    and now shes still saying theres a tony pierce project i should be thinking about. and its fascinating because when she was the editor of our college paper winning every award you could imagine our biggest dreams back then were to work for papers like the LA Times. but still she says theres more.

    i dont want more. i want a freaky crazy quality. i want to be part of a fine and funky system. i want to be… i dont know what. nirvana meets miles meets king kong.

    this is what i want. i want exactly what happened for dinner.

    right before dinner we had a great conversation with our friend anna who knows more about the other dimensions than makes some comfortable. including me. i had been reading the first 10 psalms when she came home. then we all talked. then i had to use the restroom (its getting better) and i read a few pages of meghan mccains book and im loving it. then i rejoined the convo with anna and my truest. it went on for hours.

    around 11 it was decided that my baby wanted to eat and since we hadnt eaten since mexican bbq with amy we left the house and found our way to the R train. we were told to get off at R street and walk a few blocks to a Cafe. i figured that because the Giants game was in the 3rd quarter that everything would be open. sadly the Colts were demolishing the Giants so things were closing.

    didnt matter. we kept walking and we ended up at the muy romantico Brooklyn Promenade. quality views. sweet couples arm in arm or cuddling checking out that great view. all the lights. a few boats. but mostly loveliness. we kept strolling. where? who knows. at some point i put “restaruants” in Google Maps but there werent that many near brooklyn bridge. there was one pizza place that said “no slices” but that one was getting close to closing and i hate to be that guy who keeps everyone open longer than they want. so we strolled until a cab came by.

    we got in, a nice man with a long beard and a turban welcomed us calmly. “can you take us across the street, i mean across the bridge to the city. we want to go to a restaurant thats still open.”

    he said, “there are many that are still open.”

    i said, “good, take us to the place where there are many that are still open.”

    we got on the bridge. it was gorgeous. he said, “east village?” i said sure.

    thats how i want my life to be. quiet, peaceful, working together with my brothers and sisters. trusting. loving. respecting. but at the same time its a little tiny mini adventure of discovery.

    some may say never just let the cabbie be in total control. but control is an illusion. whos really in control when youre in the back seat? you could say 42nd and 5th and he drives you to detroit. so why not just sit back and enjoy the ride?

    ended up at 7A, which strangely is a place i walked by years ago. its across from a crazy park in alphabet city. theres a wall painted for Joe Strummer. “know your rights”.

    you have the right, to love.

    you have the right, to learn.

    you have the right, to live.

    thought about eating ice cream after dinner. a dinner that featured music by jay-z on the speaker. one great hit after another.

    thought about a belgian waffle in a store that had lots of nice pictures of our president.

    saw a sticker with our president. saw graffiti celebrating our president.

    i remember when reagan was around, i remember when clinton was around. i never remember the kids (and adults) being so excited about the sitting president.

    if the question is hows that hopey changey stuff working out for you, the answer in many corners of where ive been lately is the people still believe. and better than believing in one man or one party – they believe in themselves. and whoever that guy is who they keep making posters of, he simply represents what that hope and change is. he symbolizes what it is in our hearts and our hoods.

    and if you want to make a belgian waffle and name it obama and eat it, thats fine too.

    next stop chicago.