Movin' on up, to the West Coast

So Cal, here we come. Redondo or Manhattan Beach, probably.

The Greatest Conversation I've Ever Had With My Mom (or "Sometimes I realize it's true - she was a hippie")

I noticed a rambling post on my mom's facebook wall and asked about the poster. Her response was something like this:

Don't you remember me telling you about Sparkles? He's a poet. And a clown. He's still a clown today in Minneapolis. Remember me telling you about that house I lived in in Uptown with all of those people? Sparkles was the one who named everything...you know, you walk into the bathroom and there's a sign that says "Tom the Toilet."

Not Working

Today was my last day at my job. Goodbye, nice coworkers, really nice boss, and paycheck. Hello, sleeping in every morning and three months of vacation.

What my hair looked like to Matt yesterday

"It looks kind of wiglike tonight. More like a hat. Like a 14th-century hat, you know, like Spinal Tap."