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Not sure how I’d come this far not knowing that R2D2 & C3Po were engraved in the Well of Souls.  Entertainment Weekly called this one out last week, kind of a nostalgic get-psyched-for-the-next-one article in anticipation of Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull coming out this summer.  They didn’t include a screenshot in the story, but luckily the internets were able to provide.  Another cross-reference: the side of one of Indy’s escape planes (either in Raiders or Temple of Doom, can’t remember which) reads “OB-3PO”.

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A restless, judgmental, twitter-emboldened audience revolts during an under-stimulating, overly-awkward interview of Facebook CEO Mark Zuckerberg at SXSW. Anecdotal geek sidenote or foreshadowing of the future of media?

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This thing is great. I love stuff like this. You should hear what I have to say about visually quantifying product consumer trends. I’ll have you riveted.

Brunch at Charlie, Wiggins, & Dillons’ new pad, the “Rhode Island Manor” in Potrero Hill. Finally some friends in the neighborhood with a kickass view – the one thing my house in the Mission gully sorely lacks.

Rather than cranking out up-to-the-minute track posts I’ve just added a Logic composition repository page.

San Francisco did it to me again. After idling softly in the background for weeks, hardly catching my attention at all, today I got SMACKED over the head with SF’s endless nooks and crannies and gorgeous topography like it was my first time. February just went from nonstop drizzly to blazing sun and hey whaddya know, I’m on work disability leave with a half-broken torso but fully-functional legs. I love living in a place where a stroll through the neighborhood can be epic.

My epic war of attrition with audio production hardware, software, and everything in between may be nearing its end. I don’t want to jinx it, but I think Logic Pro 8 may be my huckleberry. Here’s a sampling of the goods from tonight – I call it collarbone funk.

Our garage welcomed a new guest tonight: the illustrious “Liberace”, fabulously tassled playa-cruiser, legendary agent of dust-storm romance, esteemed pianist of the pearly gates. Liberace’s life in Black Rock City was fairly low-key last year, having been a handicap transit cart rather than a full-blown mutant vehicle. But that’s about to change…

A Sundance-snowboarding pilgrimage had been beckoning me for years, and I was super excited to finally be there. So excited that I scarcely noticed the vultures circling as I approached a wall of ice on Park City’s “Glory Hole” run. One completely unglorious wipe-out later and I’m showing off my 5 new collarbone fragments in the medical tent.

From then on it was me vs. the Sundance “10-step test-your-will ticket groveling system”, ice pack in my shoulder sling, screening schedule in my back pocket. Here’s a video clip of the director and lead actor speaking to the audience after a screening of Sugar: Continue reading »

Well how about that, they still have powder weekends at Kirkwood. Or, at least, Sunday night surprise storms on marginally-celebrated 3-day weekends. Thanks MLK for picking a powder day to celebrate equality, and thanks CNET for proving more equal than other employers and giving me the day off!

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Got some footage from Jay Riddlesberger’s self-DJ’ed bon voyage bash. I barely pulled out the camera that night, but happened to catch a bit of Riddles’ riffing on the mic – which you can almost hear if you ignore the pocket-cam bass distortion.

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I’d already bought my ticket to the Anon Salon Sea of Dreams New Year’s bash when I got lassoed into “Vasty Rumpus”, the near-legendary off-Broadway jazz burlesque troupe billed to perform on the Cabaret stage just before midnight. Actually, they weren’t billed to perform there (yet), since the band didn’t even exist until early December… but a few rehearsals, a booking connection, and a promo video featuring leggy dancers (most of them old friends of mine – y’know, from my off-Broadway days) landed us the slot.

Here we are stumbling through Duke Ellington’s Night Train, though I suspect like most of the audience you won’t be too hung up on any missed key changes.

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This was an actual voicemail my friend Ron left for my friend Mike, now immortalized through the animation mixdown brilliance of Allison Pickard. It has me howling every time I see it. Might help to know the people involved, but I think it’s a riot regardless.

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“So ironic it’s not, so UNironic it is.”

Dunks the coffee cup! What a competitor.

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I don’t think anyone knew music spoofery could be this funny. The Slash, Santana and Eric Clapton (my favorite) ones have been yanked off youtube citing “terms of use violation” (links are to mySpace copies) but Stevie Ray Vaughan, Creed, and Paul Gilbert are still up:

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Homespun hilarity whipped up by co-workers at Kate O’Brien’s pub near the office in SOMA. Shot o’schlager?

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Well whaddya know, Burning Man kicked ass again. About 30 of us, hailing mainly from SF and LA, pitched in to set up and run the Lorax Lounge. As you might expect, a bunch of crazy shit happened both at the Lounge and elsewhere. Here’s an infintesimal speck of it that I stitched together using iMovie HD:
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If there’s a fucking ace of clubs in my ass I’m gonna sue you!

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