live via: my room. oakland's not supposed to be this cloudy in june.

for real, i think this whole web 2.0 thing is getting a bit out of hand. not like i'm really one to talk. this very blog is, if anything else, flame to the fire of this human-eating disasterzoid of social interaction. i'm still trying to figure it out, and honestly i've been trying to figure out how to ween myself away from obsessively thinking about updating, while still keeping shit popping on the ol' website.

here are a couple of indications that i have been a bit too addicted to this thing:

1. when traumatic things happen such as my laptop getting stolen, one of the first things i think is, "well, at least this will make a great blog entry."

2. i get jealous when other blogs have more comments.

3. i start blogging about blogs.

the point is, i knew that i was starting to get taken over when people would invite me to go out, and i'd say, "no thanks, i'm just going to stay home" and in my head i'd say "and blog. blog blgo blog bgol lobg." of course, as a poet, i can justify it in my head by saying "well, i'm actually staying home to write. and that's what i do."

well, i hate to break it to you, adriel, but posting videos of b-boys kicking infants in the face doesn't count as writing, and certainly isn't contributing to the litany that you've been itching to manifest.

the problem with autobiographical blogs, such as mine, is that after a few weeks of mushing and gushing and venting and blahblahblag i scroll through my website and observe how disgustingly vain i must be to be infesting the rest of the world with this. it runs through my head that people are logging onto my website, you know, to read about things that matter--such as 11-year-olds from alabama busting caps in 1,000-pound boars, or 73-year-old men from nairobi ripping out the tongues of leopards as an act of self defense--and being like "oh skallywag, there he goes again talking about himself.

that leads me to my next point: how much blogging is too much blogging? it's a strenuous battle of balance. if i don't blog enough, folks will stop reading, and possibly think that i've died (i've literally had people approach me concerned like "is everything ok? you haven't logged onto myspace for a couple of days..."). however, if i blog too much, it'll seem like i have nothing better to do with my life than to blog.

there are a couple of blogs that i check daily, and of the autobiographical ones, one of them is john mayer's. what can i say? he's a funny guy. when i get on his site and there's no new update, first i'm struck with a sharp feeling of disappointment, and even disdain. then i think to myself, "sigh, he's probably too busy to blog. probably out playing shows in europe or shopping for babies with jessica in asia." quite honestly, the days that i don't blog, i like to hope people will assume that it was because i was too busy to blog too. possibly out test-driving jaguars or holding back lindsay lohan's hair for her at the club.

but the truth is, on the days when i don't blog, it's most likely because i haven't done SHIT. so i don't have shit to report back to you. it's worse than not having anything better to do than blog, it's not having anything to do. period. the past couple of weeks have found me in a weird place, home for the past two weeks and busy as ever catching up on design projects, getting ready for ill-lit's fall stuff, but basically a whole lot of sitting on my ass in my pajamas in front of my computer until 4 in the afternoon when i finally decide that i should soak my filthy ass in water for awhile before sitting back on my ass in front of my computer until i fall asleep.

however, in an act to redeem myself from that horribly pathetic last paragraph, i would like to update you with some of the things that i have been doing in the past couple of weeks of non-dayjob, non-touring, non-sipping-cristal life:

1. let my beard grow. yeah, i've been trying it again. nothing al borland or anything of the sort...i've just recently discovered that, aside from the rustic GQ look that i get by day three of not shaving, i also save a cool 10 minutes on my get-ready time each morning. so i've cut it down (get it get it??) to shaving every four or five days, instead of every morning. better for the skin, better for the laaaadiesssss.




yeah...i shouldn't have set that up like it was going to be a numbered list. that's pretty much all that's been going on here.