does it please me to watch the instapundit

simpsonsdrop like a stone

wasnt it just a year ago that he was still in the technorati top 10 and now hes #86 with no end in sight?

of course it does.

its a perfect lesson to the kids out there. no one wants to read bullshit. no one is interested in modern day propaganda any more.

its also an excellent lesson that if youre wrong about everything, you lose

but worse, if youre right about libertarianism and conservatism, but you fail to embrace The libertarian conservative in the race

then youve probably just been a huge liar the whole time

and blogs arent where you go for lies.

you go there to find out what people really think.

you go there to read the words of the courageous.

now, if you ask me if im pleased that whats replaced the instapundits id have to say no. especially the sites that pretend they know how to make money off blogging, but moreso the people who go there.

lets be honest about making money with blogging – only the very very very very few do it. and half of them dont know how it worked out that way. in that sense its like pop music. either the kids are buying your bullshit or theyre not.

it cannot be contrived. and going to those sites and trying to contrive your blog is a royal waste of time and an insult to the medium.

if you want to make money at blogging you have to be a good blogger. the way you become a good blogger is you blog good for a long time. sorry.

but heres the good news. unlike other things like piano playing or weightlifting or oil painting – anyone really can be a very good blogger. it doesnt matter what school you went to, how poorly you write, how shitty your design is, or how crappy your computer is.

if you blog every day and keep changing things and keep growing. and keep talking to people and writing to people and being part of the blogosphere, you too can be successful.

start with writing every day for fifteen minutes. if you cant do that write for five minutes without hitting the enter key. lets go

its 110am i shouldnt have smoked that joint with her. who smokes joints in a house anyways? joints are for outside. joints are for little sneaky situations.

for surprises like youre on a sailboat freezing your ass off cuz its october and when you get into the little baby galley someone pulls a joint out and says hey look what i found. thats what joints are for. not hey lets oprah stoned. oprah is fatter stoned, fyi.

its 111am. how on earth did i write all that in a minute and change. ok lets talk about the yankees.

fuck the yankees.

it makes me so happy that they spent a quarter billion dollars and nothing. it makes me so happy that they still have no concept how important pitching is. how do you keep making that mistake year after year? ted lilly on the yankees might have changed everything. i bet it woulda.

113am she snores like an old man. her body catches her snoring and tries to shut it off, then the head leans back and there it gets cranking again. whoops it caught itself.

am i the only person whose body actually goes to sleep like passes out when its asleep like no catching like no dreaming just pitch black silence death? only if i have the radio on do i stir in my sleep but if i hit the sleep button properly once im out im dead to the world and i dont even move unless moved. but this one, motion even when sleeping. nuts.


when your routine is all out of wack

and when the precious balance in your life is totally out of balance. and its the month of libra. the month where balance should be like no problem.

but something doesnt want to get with the program. which keeps everything out of wack. well, its wack.

and you will walk downt the street and everything will continue to seem wrong and you will act in ways that you normally dont act. and if you are normally mr cool the lamest little nothings will infuriate you.

and the things that should make you totally cry, like seeing a little butterfly dying in a little piece of mud, doesnt make you cry.

it makes you grab your camera

take a picture

and put it on your buzznet account

so you can title it

die, butterfly, die.

but thats not mean enough so you title it

say hi to death senior butterfly.

but you dont know how to get that little tilde across the n

so you title it

say hi to death mr butterfly.

and walk over to quiznos not feeling one bit of anything.

dear mom

see the blonde girl, the pro photographer. ok, see the security guy, now just to the right of him you have anti, right under the jumper’s shin, taking pictures for LAist.

so close to the stage hes getting jumped over.

neither of our blogs got us that sorta access.

i believe that picture was taken by the cobrasnake.

either him or big tanky.

its 531am i fucked up and fell asleep while i was watching caveman and now im awake and i dont wanna work and i dont wanna go to sleep but soon the sun is gonna start peeking through the mexican blankets that act as my curtains which means end of the funtimes.

i have my hoodie hood up and on, im staring at five mostly empty cans of cola coke diet dr pepper coke diet dr pepper and diet dr pepper.

they showed 49 Up on pbs tonight and i found out about it just as it was ending and dumb pbs doesnt have any reruns or anything scheduled and i love that series so much. today i went to the electric company to pay my electric bill.

and whats interesting about my pants are they tell me exactly how much i weigh. if im not eating right like the times that some of those sodas are regular cokes, and not all diet, or all water, my pants will unsnap as i get out of the car.

today they unsnapped as i was on my way to pay my bill. but because i had my pajama bottoms still on i didnt sweat it but i looked might suspicious to the security guard in the small office as i clutched the front of my pants with one hand and sported a hoodie with the hood on on a beautiful day in la.

who do you want to be

in your life

or are you being someone else in their life.

something i noticed when i traveled around the world the other day was that in some places im not really the me that i wanna be.

there was a time when the only place i could be myself was in bed with one jeanine natale. it was a long strange trip to get there but once there i was all omg thats who i am?

later it was easier to do it without having to flick the lights off.

its 453am i feel like i did so much work but i didnt. i did some work. our photo editor took all these great pictures of the Detour festival on saturday that i went to but stuck around drinking beers with a very nice girl, sam from filter.

we talked about what its like to move from the midwest to LA. and i told her that it took me several years to make a lot of friends here


so i have to remember to start the laist movie club where every other friday night we all meet at the arclight and see a movie and then get high in the parking lot.

sometimes it would be at the vista.