today, I consider myself the luckiest man...

I'd smelled a faint electric burning scent in my control/computer room yesterday. I tried my best to locate the source, but had no luck. I tried turning off various devices in turn to see if the aroma might dissipate, but the scent persisted. This morning, it was even stronger. I tried checking in my computer, thinking the fan may have burned out... no dice... got on my hands and knees one last time to give my nose one more chance and tracked the smell to the general vicinity of my UPS, which didn't seem to be hot, then my hand grazed the power supply of a cd-r drive that I haven't used in four years (it hasn't worked in that long, but had remained plugged in... welcome to my life) and I became suspicious. I flipped it over and found my culprit:



plastic melting, probably a few hours away from burning down my house.

another bullet dodged.

some buildings touch the sky, some never reach twenty-five

god, I miss King.



a lot more a little later...

oh, no

found some old pics and I have a strange feeling I might cut my hair.

a chance to make it good somehow

Too many good days in a row? The "sugar crash" after two nights in the company of the beloved, too distant Liz? For whatever reason, I guess I was due a day where I spent a good portion of the afternoon in bed hating my life, believing in nothing more than the futility of my existence. Still, after a well-played and well-received gig starts stitching me back together, "Born to Run" and "Thunder Road" make me believe, with all my heart, in hope, redemption and a promised land.

happy birthday to we

from the evening's festivities…

open air turns two...

I might write something about this later, but for now I just want to put up the link so's mr. rizzo can find the article.

jerry! jerry! jerry!

Oh, no... well, the realplayer server is choking, but I'm getting a sweet, uninterrupted stream from windows media player (does that sound like a bathroom update?)... damn, I hate it when bill gates' evil products are the only option that works. Guess I'll check out a lil' springer while I get my gym gear on.

no foolin'

I guess it's a positive sign that my greatest disappointment/frustration yet today is that air america's streaming audio server is choking and I can't hear Jerry Springer's debut show. Oh, well... guess I get to the gym earlier.