Monday, April 28, 2014

Shh, don't tell

I don't want to tell you how grateful I am to be alive.

How happy I am that I live in the best city in the world. I am happy. I don't want to tell you that I am excited that the Dodgers are fielding the best team in years and are a lock for a pennant.

I don't want to tell you that I am happier, stronger, healthier than ever before.

I don't want to tell you that the weather was perfect today, will be perfect tomorrow... that I am a very proud uncle, son, brother.  I don't want to state my opinion on politics, religion, or anything controversial. I don't want to tell you what I think of today's topical events, celeb's or world issues.

I don't want to tell you any of these things today, nope, don't want to jinx it.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

be inspired...

I made some coffee this morning and tried out this new Cinnabon flavored creamer.

It was pretty good. What is up with Cinnabon? It is pretty good, those little creamy cinnamon buns, but they are only available at obscure airports across our great country. I was on a layover in Cincinnati for an hour and I found a Cinnabon and it was bomb. I had to run across the airport for it and run back in time to catch my flight but it was all worth it.

The subway in LA never gets too crowded.

There is a storm coming in to LA as we speak. The Oscars are this weekend and life is good. Sometimes I have trouble seeing how beautiful life really is. My perspective is always off.

I spend a large amount of my day searching for beauty and inspiration in the mundane. The glide of my skateboard, the old man boxing at the gym, one dog sniffing the butt of another puppy, beauty is everywhere, I just have to open my eyes.

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Art is not dead?

Life is a wild ride.

I don't know what to do to the walls of my new apartment. I wanted to blow up a picture I took of the gondola in Mammoth but after doing a little bit of research, I realized that idea was a major pain in the ass.

I would like to paint the walls with heavy thick white stripes or maybe chevrons, you know, those zig zag style patterns? But that too, I have been told, would really fuck up the walls and be very difficult to reverse when time to move. And I may need to move at a moments notice. I like to stay nimble.

My big decision, to deal with the depressing look of blank walls, was to go pick up a few rolls of blue painters tape and leave them around for friends to create shitty blue art as they see fit. Observe...

Not cool huh? I took it down today. Thanks anyway Jo.

Later kids, pray for snow please cause right now, California and Mammoth sucks my balls.

Monday, November 11, 2013

"YO PLAYER... You get around!"

Gluttony is a sin.

so don't eat like I do...

Trip out on this...

There are these twins that live in my old neighborhood on the west side of Los Angeles. Good looking guys. They look exotic, maybe half black or from the islands or something. These dudes are in their mid twenties, strong dudes that are pretty big and ripped. 

I would see these super twins all the time running up and down San Vicente bl., a popular jogging green belt I have run many times myself. The super twins however, always run  together and always in unison. Wait, it gets worse, these dudes run in unison AND in matching clothes. ALL THE TIME. As in, they wear the same clothes, matching shoes, socks, the whole everything... trippy.

A few months ago these guys started popping up in the strangest places. I saw them at a frozen yogurt spot, at Whole Foods, all on the west side and then I saw these dudes an hour out of LA, in Calabasas at a Trader Joe's. I drove by and I was all, "Holy shit! There are those twin jogger dudes."

I would spend a lot of time worrying about these guys every time I bumped into them. They are adults and live this very odd lifestyle. They are twins and every time I see these handsome studs they are together and wearing matching outfits and doing the same thing... WHAT THE FUCK???

And then I saw these dudes recently in a car commercial, they were driving in the front seat and some cute twin chicks were in the back. I was like, "Fuck, there go those dudes again. Fucking everywhere those motherfuckers."

So, this weekend I was at Ikea in Burbank, and guess what? YEP, there they were shopping for shitty, you-put-it-together, Swedish-crap home goods. This was my chance. So, I walked up to the dudes and introduced myself, "HEY, I SEE YOU GUYS EVERYWHERE! BRENTWOOD, CALABASAS, ON TV AND IN BURBANK!!! What gives?"

And the dudes were totally cool, really nice guys. They introduced themselves and were like, "Yo, player, you get around, you are all over the place too! You are world wide. What are you doing all over the place?"

...good point.

And that kind of made me feel good... nice guys.


Sunday, November 3, 2013

Black and Decker

I am blogging standing up today. Let's see how that changes my words.

I escaped from the planet Krypton today.

Rad. Lot's of fun running around Magic Mountain today. Made me feel like a little kid again.

I have a new Black and Decker coffee maker sitting on my fridge. It has been sitting there for three weeks now. Maybe tomorrow I will go by some filters and coffee grounds and brew up some hot joe. So exciting my life. I am beat, have an awesome week peoples.

Dog Poo and Horse races

I am beat... long day. I hit the ground running today at 8am with a run up Runyon Canyon in Hollywood. It was a cool, breezy November morning. Great day for a quick hike. It's a little short of 6 miles from my front door to the top of Runyon and back. It takes me just over an 70 minutes. I feel slow but the canyon gets pretty steep and the whole thing smells like dog shit, so the stank kind of slows you down.

After Runyon, I lost my ass at The 30th Breeder's Cup World Championship.

I had a great day at the race track. I was lucky enough to be able to mix business with pleasure today and get some work done while I was enjoying the excitement of the ponies. But I left the park wondering how humane is the sport? My guess is the horses would prefer living the life like those dudes on Brokeback Mountain, just making free love in the wild mountains of Montana. But hey, what are you going to do? The featured race today had a purse of like 5 million bucks. Even Kanye and Kim would exploit animals for that kind of scratch.

Well, day 2 of bringing back the blog and so far, so good.

What do you think? Where will I go tomorrow?

Oh, one last thing, I am listening to the new Arcade Fire on Spotify... eh... so, so. Not too bad.

Friday, November 1, 2013

Welcome Home!

My President is black... and I guess the dude plays a mean game of table tennis.

I am going to test out my discipline and resurrect this here old blog. It was weird what I will have the discipline for... jogging on the beach in the morning, no problem. Spend ten minutes whipping up a simple blog post? No way. C'est impossible!

A lot has changed for me this year. A LOT. I am very happy and truly grateful for all the wonderful things in my life. My job takes me to amazing places and I get to meet some of the most wonderful/inspiring people in the world.

So, with a little bit of discipline on my part, and a little bit of tenacity on yours, I will attempt to join the over-sharer's of the inter-web-verse and let you peak into my business and my pleasure filled life.

I have recently moved from Santa Monica to Hollywood (I know... I am an idiot.) and the mural above is kind of what I would like for a wall in my bachelor pad. That's right, I am single now too. The picture is from The Standard downtown Los Angeles. It appears next to the ping pong party pad on the mezzanine level of the hotel. If you can't tell, Barry is playing table tennis with a tie on.

With a little investigation on my part I have realized that getting a silly picture like this of say... me snowboarding, was going to be incredibly expensive, very challenging (I would need a very high res file etc.) and all together very impractical. But isn't that what makes it so cool?

What do you think? Should I bite on the style of The Standard and wallpaper my living room with a ridiculous image? And if so... what? I think a six pack of Budweiser would make a genius pop art, wall covering. Or maybe I should put up a large piece of framed art or some shit?

You tell me...