The Healing Continues

The hip’s no better, so I went to my orthopedist today. He said it’s gonna’ be another week or more of dressing, re-dressing, and debriding (gettin’ the gunk out) before I’m left with a scar that should resemble one left by a massive skin graft. And no running until further notice. Lucky me. So if…

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Full Circle: I Win

I came full circle today, and conquered the negative shit that was taxing my chi. I finished the Stone Harbor Triathalon (S-.25M / B-11M / R-3.1M) this morning in 1:12:00 despite a bruised hip that refuses to heal, and a nasty abrasion that continues to threaten infection. I did the swim in 7:40, the ride…

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Cracked!

Everything’s healing, my ass — everything keeps breaking! Holy shit, I dunno’ what the deal is. But I was just recording “Pretty Mess” to my minidisc player so I can add it to the below MP3, and I look down and the top of my f***in’ guitar is cracked! It’s just cracked! I didn’t bang…

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Can’t Hardly Wait

Everything’s healing. I will triathalon on Sunday. So back to the music… The tour continues to shape up. Looks like we’ll have Kendall Cafe Sunday, Mercury Lounge Monday. Then we have that Friday in Charlottesville, and Monday in Decatur. We have to fill in the middle, and finish up the CD! Kevin reports the remixes…

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What I Learned On My Summer Vacation

I keep forgetting that, despite what is now an absurdly pained hip (what am I, 90-years-old?), I did manage to rip MP3s of two of my most recent songs, the first written as I wrestled with leaving Kaua’i, the second written just hours into my return to L.A. I like to think of these songs…

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On Crashing Down To Earth

Man, did I come crashing down to Earth today. My bike crash last night has left me pretty f***in’ crippled. I limped to work, dragging my left leg behind me. The abrasions are really nothing. It’s the bruised hip and twisted muscles that have me all gimped out. No amount of Advil helps. I wish…

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There Will Be Blood

Tonight’s entry ends blooded and bruised. But it starts well… The day began beautifully: sunny skies, clean air, sweet breezes. Work was great. I got buy in on my L.A. proposal. I’ll be returning to Santa Monica in three weeks, and periodically thereafter, to continue growing MTV Online L.A. That’s cool. That’s a win. Slow…

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Tomorrow’s Still On Its Way

Hmmm. What’s going on? Well, the city’s back to its true self: hot, sticky, smelly, unforgiving. The routine is back: Wake, shower, Walkman to work, Starbucks, cereal, computer screen, meetings, “Don’t pack your bags just yet,” walk home, turkey burger deluxe, DVDs. Back to looking forward to Friday when I head back to the ocean,…

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On Being The Single Guy During The First Dance

Just got off the phone with my father who, per usual, talked me down from the ledge regarding moving to L.A. He likes to use this battleship metaphor: when you wanna’ turn a battleship around, you do it slow and steady over many miles. So that’s his suggestion to me. And as much as I’d…

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Live in New York City Once…

I’ve been tossing and turning in bed for 43 minutes now — can’t sleep. I keep going over and over plans and schemes and reasonings for moving myself 2780+ miles to to Los Angeles. I’ve been talking about it for years now. Like Mary Schmich wrote (and Baz Luhrman later sang, er, spoke), “Live in…

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