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  1. Wednesday, July 2, 2014
  2. Wednesday, September 18, 2013

    Travel is the dream 

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    even if I’m only gone 10 days, when I come home I appreciate being back

    I appreciate my buddy Chris getting the xbi mobile detailed and washed.

    I appreciate my neighbor watching the crib and taking the mail and newspapers in

    And I appreciate the perfect weather waiting for me on my return.

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    I don’t appreciate the house sitter showing up on the first day, urinating, and not flushing.

    I do not appreciate the spider who built an intricate web next to my threshold during my absence.

    I do not appreciate the dishes remaining dirty and the fridge creating several science experiments.

    I do appreciate my bed being amazing and my tv remaining entertaining

    And the universe providing some rock star parking so I didn’t have to schlep my bags down Hollywood

  3. Sunday, June 2, 2013
  4. Thursday, December 27, 2012

    it’s very easy to hate people when traveling 

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    I pretty much love everyone.
    All the time.
    Can’t help it.
    One reason I enjoy journalism is I like hearing people’s stories and writing down what they say.
    And then taking photos of them and their surroundings.
    But air traveling is different.
    Driving too.
    I want them to go away.
    I don’t want them in “my space”.
    All their communications are wrong and I correct them in my head.
    To me they’re using their time wrong.
    They have the wrong devices.
    They’ve overpopulated.
    I even judge their luggage.
    Good book says bro don’t judge or you don’t get to go to the after party.
    (Open bar at the after party)
    Good book changes everything.
    For me.
    Suddenly I see angels in the outfield.
    I see alive people.
    No one irritates me.
    They’re all just mischievous cherubs peeing into clouds.
    Little kids who are about to scream on the flight tonight
    will tomorrow use those lungs and energy
    to be the new guardians of grunge.
    And to them I say rock little babies
    fucking rock.

  5. Friday, April 6, 2012

    xbi sent a pie over today 

    they said their sensors had reported that earlier this week
    i had suffered from post mega millions depression
    and my levels and emotions were way down.

    and say what you want about the absolute lack of privacy
    but i was all, was that what the hell that was?
    wow.

    worked from home today on a secret project and
    wanted to blog but had zero time as in zero – barely had time to eat.
    but during those weeks when the lottery kept climbing and climbing
    i had plenty of time to day dream about what id do with $100, $200, $300 million dollars

    for a while i couldnt think of a damn thing.
    after all of this bible reading, i was being taught that money was a small game
    a waste of time, a con, a ruse, a red herring, a suckers gambit, a fraud a phony
    a lie

    but then the weird ass sliver of a chance that i could win $640 million appeared
    and suddenly i knew exactly what i would do with the money

    i would remodel motels. every room would be different.
    but theyd all be spotless, quirky, and $100 a night.
    with free wifi, amazing beds, and a 1pm check out.
    the pools would be warm, and the hot tubs would be tepid.
    every property would have a bar.
    also unique and tacky and delicious.

    we live life once and usually roam around a relatively small space.
    but during our most memorable times we get to expand our perspective
    by traveling.

    how nice would it be to stoke vacationers
    with a comfy bed, a stiff drink,
    and a hot tub that never closes?

    i gave the pie to the mailman.

  6. Saturday, December 24, 2011

    a look back at may 2011 


    may 1, went to my college reunion. was totally inspired. also was reminded how lucky i was to have gone to ccs at ucsb.


    may 1, obama > osama


    may 2, tsar gets back together to do an instore appearance in burbank for “Super” in which one of their best tunes was used in the opening credits beautifully.


    may 3, these two have known each other ten years now. they old.


    may 4, omg facebook LOLs


    may 7, “hey tony what does yr bathroom look like?”


    may 9, q. “yo tony, plan on writing any more books ever again?” a. hell no. how am i gonna top the others?


    may 11, went on a date with a ridiculously beautiful girl who one minute told me she was strangely attracted to me and then the next minute told me to get out of her bed and out of her house immediately because i insulted her by telling her that i never really noticed how beautiful she was because i was attracted to her heart. learned that sometimes you should just tell some girls theyre hot and then shut up.

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    may 12, saw Prince at the troubadour. sorta hated it. this guy didnt though.


    may 12, afterwards saw Le Butcherettes who totally rocked. she also signed my poster.


    may 13, odd future danced to “Friday” at the troubadour on friday the 13th


    may 14, drank jameson / slept till noon / felt amazing in the morning


    may 16, lakers get swept in the playoffs to dallas, went to see Thor, loved it.


    may 17, hours from a two week vacation i contemplate what to do what to do what to do


    may 21, i figure out where to go and what to do for vacation

    may 23, searched for the spirit in several vortexes with chris


    may 24, this was outside our window when we woke up. seriously.


    may 26, ate at a ufo diner. no big deal.


    may 27, did yoga on a triple vortex with a yogi from da bronx and had my mind blown pretty much


    may 28, hiked into a secret diving hole

    may 31, ended vacation on a secret mountain. also got pulled over by a copper.

  7. Wednesday, September 14, 2011

    my buddy bob was all Hurry Tone, you gotta see my Bacon Lady 

    so i was all hell yeah!

    but then Etienne was like “i wanna see! I wanna see!”

    suddenly my quick trip to Chicago has turned into a jaunt a tad more north to pick up yr girl and taker to the Windy

    fortunately reliable housesitters are easy to get and they only ask for a nice Thai meal at Heartbreak Thai as compensation.

    be prepared to use the bathroom after an especially fun time at said locale. Which was delicious, but, you know.

    so this morn i woke up earl, finished packing, and went to my favorite breakfast spot where i noticed McDonalds was touting all these new dipping sauces but WTH – no Hot Mustard?!?! that was the only sauce i ever used! whatevs look at this crazy thing going on in Culver City:

    people love the CC, i dont blame em

    Encounter at LAX. is there any airport thingamabob more iconic. sigh.

    St. Harry Caray making a cameo in the security line. Holy Cow! Love him.

    know who else people love? Tucker Max!

    are there that many douchebags who havent yet picked up his book? I see “I Hope the Sell Beer in Hell” errrrywhere. including here in the LAX gift shop.

    Right next to the $2 bag of regular sized M&M’s

    ok enough blawwwggin in the airport on Air France’s wifi.

    caio bellas!

  8. Tuesday, May 31, 2011

    bye vacation 

    its taken me forever to write this post. not sure why. maybe cuz i dont wanna believe its over.

    truest and i spent a magical week in arizona, the last place i thought id be.

    i thought id take a train around the country, or we’d go to vegas and get hammered.

    but instead i did something i hardly ever do, i listened to her and let her gently guide us into a good place.

    a super beautiful amazing place.

    im not sure whats come over us, but she was more into pushing and i was more into letting.

    she really didnt wanna go to vegas, i really didnt wanna go to lake havasau even though we had a free week coupon there.

    but we wanted warm. and i know i know i live in LA, isnt it always warm? strangely no, no it isnt.

    its never super cold, but i wanted to have my shirt off at night. i wanted to sweat a little. i wanted to get a little color on my nose.

    so we headed to the desert. at first we didnt know where. maybe phoenix and then flagstaff – which were the first two legs of my trip around the world back in ’06.

    and then Sedona was right there so we decided to poke our heads in.

    when the truest and i lived in frisco we used to hop on the street cars sometimes and just ride them to the end of their lines

    just to see where they went. one day we were on this one train that went into a tunnel and when it emerged we found ourselves

    in this beautiful land called West Portal. it was so pretty and a hidden little gem so close to the city, but tucked away.

    it became our little secret spot and that bonding and sharing of a not-really secret locale was really fun.

    in many ways i look at Sedona as that because its so easy to miss it since its not right off a freeway.

    also, since it is so close to the Grand Canyon, everyone blows right past it.

    not us. we stayed as high up as we could the first two days in a little quaint motel for two days

    and then on what we thought was our last day we splurged and chilled at a fancy resort on the third day.

    on the fourth day we hiked along a beautiful creek and splashed near waterfalls and moseyed our way out of town.

    we had lunch in Flagstaff and tried to think of where we should go next but what could top those amazingly beautiful mountains?

    so we turned around and came right back to Sedona.

    it was like looking at a beautiful girl who kissed you back when you kissed her.

    you wanted to look at her in her eyes for a little bit to make sure she was real.

    you wanted to hold her hand to make sure you werent dreaming.

    every time we turned a corner in Sedona it was more beautiful than the next one.

    even when we were doing yoga on the vortex of Bell Rock and looking upside down through our legs

    Sedona was more spectacular than rightsideup.

    there is a feeling there that matches up with the serene nature.

    and you sense that feeling leave you when you exit the valley and it dissipates exponentially with every mile you’re away.

    so freaky.

    many people say they dont feel the vortex energy when they sit and mediate and hike around the four magic spots.

    i am one of those people. but i could not sleep long and i had the wildest dreams.

    and i was filled with energy the whole time i was there.

    also, i didnt eat or drink very much. to me, that is part of the freaky vortex energy. its subtle and long lasting.

    i think thats the energy the hippies and ufos and native americans speak of.

    we spent two days after sedona in scottsdale back at the triple hot tub place to decompress in semi-reality.

    the first day was supposed to be the last day, but after spending a morning at the pool i leaned over to the truest and said

    do you really wanna go to LA today? saturday? or would you mind spending the rest of the day and night here and

    super relaxing.

    the room was only $92 and it was spectacular so we ordered more margaritas and enjoyed the 85 degree temps.

    all of that is window dressing. we drank and ate and tried to stay up late but our minds and our soul were still vortexing

    a combo of possibilities and happy thoughts and mellowness.

    we didnt watch tv. we didnt go to the movies. we didnt eat a ton.

    i read half of scott weiland’s autobiography but mostly checked out my curvy ex in her lovely swimsuit

    and told her how much i love her and always will.

  9. Saturday, May 28, 2011
  10. Friday, May 27, 2011

    opened my chakra on a triple vortex with a yogi from the bronx 

    truest found the most amazing yogi, her name is johanna and she was so wonderful

    a no nonsense italian american catholic phd from new york who moved here 17 years ago

    and not only knows her stuff but lives it.

    she taught us to admire the juniper trees and how to offer it gifts

    she placed us on the bell rock vortex which is situated between the airport and cathedral vortexes.

    she mediated with us, cleared us, and then had us do yoga on this beautiful flat rock

    which we laid on and hugged and it hugged us back.

    the best was the wind. she explained that the wind swirls sometimes when you talk and the natives would say

    thats the spirits saying yeah, we totally agree.

    she told us that in the time of the indians, the tribes would come to sedona from all over because they knew this place was special

    and they called the mountains the wigwams of the great spirits.

    she taught us how to anoint each other and stepped away so we could take our time acknowledging each other

    pointing out several things we loved about each other and what we want in our future.

    because we’re nerds we laughed a bit and even welled up a tad.

    it was sweet, and smelled nice.

    we were out there for three hours just learning about nature and God and the amazing land we havent been able to leave.

    after we ate great sushi looking out at the mountains

    then we got a sweet hotel room for $30 because we agreed to go through a 90 minute time share pitch later today

    normally i avoid those things, but after communing with the Good Lord, i can take on anything.