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Between Two Ferns with Zach Galifianakis from Between Two Ferns

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Pure Insanity

Awe

Oh My

Do you see anything weird in this picture?

Do you if I say it came from a website called "The Art of the Accidental Penis?" 

Hahahahaha. Check it out.

In other non phallic news:  

Derek turned me onto this band. They're called Cults. They've got some real nice soul inspired jems. If you click on the link, you can download their three song ep. Worth it. 

I'm in the middle of scoring a feature length film and it's turning my brain into mush. It has proven to be a more difficult task than I anticipated. I'd like someone to listen to it and give me notes, but I don't want any notes because I want to be done with it and move on. Blah.

I really like Joanna Newsom. She's from my neck of the woods. I mean that geographically and existentially. 

Peace.

city of angels

i live in los angeles. pretty much. a happening city. a cultural amalgamation. a hot spot. and i'm decently young. connected to some of the scene, if you will, even if it's only via internet. so, the question that arises, is how do i miss every cool event that happens?

thom yorkes new band that he formed to tour his solo work. they've played only a handful of shows, but the first four or five were here. with flea as part of his band. the only reason i ever picked up a bass in the first place. suck.

then, the pixies keep stopping by, the last of which, was a benefit show. kim deal was apparently in london, so they had guest bassists. one of which, was flea. and, tenacious d did a song with them. and, weird al sang i bleed. not in a joking fashion, but straight up. i'll post it below. suck. pixies are in my top five bands. weird al, may actually be in my top five concerts. you may laugh, and say, oh tim. but the dude puts on an unbelievably entertaining show. so...

then the worst. last night, i somehow missed the 30th aniiversery screening of empire strikes back. who didn't miss it? han solo, chewbaca and lando calrissian. they were all there. how does someone miss an event like this? i don't know. triple suck. harrison ford doesn't ever associate himself with star wars anymore.

all in all i am a failure as a los angeles resident. while i've attended some cool things, i seem to miss the cream of the crop, the ice on the top. i promise to do better, although i don't know if i can ever truly recover from the empire screening...

There is Always a way to Make it...

Sperm-bank donations rise in recession...

A Lesson in Humility and Love from Iggy Pop

i think true faith lies in obedience. 

it seems so difficult to live a life of absolute humility and grace. to truly love man despite all of his short comings. to elevate others consistently above your self. to always see the world while taking a deep breath, in order to ground your craziness log enough to see the world the way He does. to check your opinions at the door, and to learn. with the eyes and heart of a child.

our housing complex is owned by an AA sponsor. as our neighbors move out, he's moving in sponsorees. shauna and i are now the only ones living here who are not recovering narcotics and alcohol abusers. now, let me say first off, that doesn't bother me. i realize the immensity of addiction, and know that i have a penchant for over indulgence. it's why i've avoided many things in life. i know i don't have the will to stop if it becomes a problem. but, these new folks are driving me up the wall. while i really want to list all the reasons why, therein lies the issue. they annoy me to no end, however, its within the things that annoy me that the my real problem lie. some of them are the loneliest folks i've ever met. some are guys, climbing up after being down for so long, just looking for some hope and reassurance. they are dealing with the weight of their indiscretions, and shame on me for thinking of adding to that weight because i like my privacy and quiet.

as i've grown older, i've begun to grow complacent and selfish. its the disease of life, especially american life. we feel we've earned certain things, that our rights out weigh all else. that whats mine is mine, and whats yours is yours, and as long as we both respect that, we can coexist. we let that little fire inside us dim. but, this world is broken. people are failing. life is hard. i need to change the attitude of my heart on a daily basis, almost an hourly basis, if i am to in any way live as a vessel of love and truth. i want to constantly love unconditionally, to always stop and pick up the one that has fallen. i want to live with grace and humility.

it is, still, difficult for me to understand the reason for which God allowed the world to fall. throughout my life, i've heard all the cliched answers, but i still wrestle with the question. its the toughest for me, and the constant lynch pin of my doubts. i just can't see why He allowed all this misery. the problem of pain, as c.s. lewis called it. for me, this is the true area of blind faith. it is the one area of my faith that i traverse without looking down too much at the terrain upon which i'm traveling. but, i think, true faith lies in obedience. its living in action and deed, despite your doubt or understanding. its about trust. jumping in the pool into your parents arms, deathly afraid of the water, but trusting their arms to catch you.

i read this letter today, from iggy pop in response to a 21 page letter from a fan of his in need. it's what started this ramble:

dear laurence,
thankyou for your gorgeous and charming letter, you brighten up my dim life. i read the whole f---ing thing, dear. of course, i'd love to see you in your black dress and your white socks too. but most of all i want to see you take a deep breath and do whatever you must to survive and find something to be that you can love. you're obviously a bright f---ing chick, w/ a big heart too and i want to wish you a (belated) HAPPY HAPPY 21st b'day and happy spirit. i was very miserable and fighting hard on my 21st b'day, too. people booed me on the stage, and i was staying in someone else's house and i was scared. it's been a long road since then, but pressure never ends in this life. 'perforation problems' by the way means to me also the holes that will always exist in any story we try to make of our lives. so hang on, my love, and grow big and strong and take your hits and keep going.
all my love to a really beautiful girl. that's you laurence.

iggy pop

the great unknown

what do you do, when you take a step forward, and feels like the wrong direction, so you take a step opposite, but it also seems wrong? where do you go? i swear, we can't catch a break. i feel like shauna and i have been jumping from sinking island to sinking island, like a super mario brothers nightmare. we just can't seem to land on solid ground. and this is the time it becomes hardest to have faith, when you need to fall back completely. i need to know God has an idea for us. i've never been good, or really known complete and unhindered faith. like a child. but its time for my faith to grow. to be bold and relentless.

i'll be 31 on friday. thats old. i can now actually remember my parents being my age, which is weird. i feel like i've accomplished next to nothing in my time here. not sure if i will anytime soon. in waiting for a dare to be great situation, i've let life pass me by. ho hum.

well, either way, the future, as soon as this summer, is out of our hands. we may end up back in auburn for a few years, if the wife gets a job there. a twist i never saw coming. we don't really have friends there anymore.

but, what is life without adventure? i always said i never wanted a boring life. perhaps thats what i've been given. much of me is not a lot different than the kid i was, just farther down the path, skin a little thicker and a head a little wiser.

Where Nerdedy Abides

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March Madness

the wife and i went to disneyland for two hours last night as our passes expire this week. we watched captain eo, rode space mountain and big thunder. i got a stuffed ewok. we ate red robin. i had a california chicken burger with avocado. delicious. its pretty rad that we are able to go hang out at the happiest place on earth whenever we want. we then came home and watched lost. i think is was one of the best most intense episodes yet. pretty sweet night.

i'm gonna go see this this week if anyone is interested in coming along.

watched multiple interviews with mitt romney and sarah palin in the last few weeks. trying to stay open minded about all approaches. doesn't seem like anyone is doing it right. its frustrating. it would seem that our politicians are more polarized than ever and unwilling to honestly approach issues with a vantage point that may contradict their party. its sad. country feels a little hopeless right now, on all fronts. bummer way to begin your 30's. makes me a little more afraid to have kids. especially seeing the uphill battle shauna's students have. seems more impossible than ever for a kid to navigate life with integrity.

well, i am looking forward to a few things:
*delaney's birthday next saturday
*the oscars this sunday
*cd release show with josh on the 27th

newbits

my new cd arrived in the mail today. pretty exciting. a few months ago, josh pool and i challenged and encouraged one another to record solo albums in our living rooms using only our laptops and imaginations. and we both did it. pretty rad. we have a show coming up on march 27th. kind of a celebration of that. it feels refreshing. and scary. to create something and then send it off into the world to be judged. for it to go out and have experiences apart from you.

i have been thinking a lot about art lately. i was watching something recently where they were talking about how the most important trait an artist can have, to be successful, is selfishness. to ultimately succeed, an artist must be completely self focused, severing love, indulging in extreme. because, at its core, art, is ultimate self reflection. all the great artists throughout history died young, were multiple divorcees, substance abusers, assholes etc. but they were raw and in touch with their most inner self, caring not for anything the world saw or thought. it was about their expression.

there is also such an undeniable sense of transparency. which can be, in turn, a good thing. so, i've been wrestling with this for awhile, and will continue to. i have a need to create. and i do so, without ever needing anyone to see or hear the outcome. its a drive at my innermost. and i appreciate that which i see come from others creations. artistic expression is such an honest look into someone. there must be ways in which that can be used in a positive light...

anywho. was half way through fountainhead and i seem to have misplaced it. so i'm starting stephen kings newest opus, under the dome, which is well over a thousand pages. i need to start reading shorter books. i'm looking forward to dragging derek to shutter island sometime this week. right now, i have a meeting with the mary pickford foundation and hot topic. tomorrow hurlrey.

Weak

man, my faith is weak. this whole haiti thing really highlighted that. our really good friend ashley is in haiti, working for an orphanage in port au prince. she is a nurse. when she left, we prayed together for direction and that God would reveal to her why she was there. then this happens. here is where the weak part comes in

i was at a deli. cnn was on. i saw the live footage. the talk of decimation. my heart sank. all i could think of was the san fran earthquake in 1989. that it was 6. something. how can a third world nation survive a 7.0? with thousands reported dead already, what are the odds she survived? how will we find out? i imagined all lines of communication were down, and even if they were, i knew her heart and mind were with helping as many people as she could. i became instantly angry. no huge revelations. doubt people have struggled with for centuries. the why's and hows. i began asking God, did you really bring her there just to kill her? whats the point? where is kindness and mercy in destroying a nation? i felt so far away...

then we find out she's ok. that she helped set up and is practically running a clinic there. her skills as a nurse absolutely invaluable now. did He bring her there for this? seems the inevitable conclusion.

i repent of my anger, my lack of faith. i still have so many hows and whys, as do so many countless others right about now. but i seek in prayer none the less.

lately