Cold winter & the best music of our lives.

Work is like a relationship. And being single is like having days off. But sometimes on those days off you start to get irritated, too much time to think, not enough of easy direction. No comfort in any direction. I need to be busy, even if my time is being wasted I like routine; vacations become oppressive, days off-confusing.

On the coldest day I have ever seen in Portland I woke up late and went straight to the coffee shop. It's soothing. Regulars you recognize but have no obligation to, some of the best coffee in the world and one of the few places where you can sit and do nothing, by yourself and still be socially accepted by others. It is also a haven for recently turned closet smokers. Stumptown is my home if I don't want anyone to talk to me or I can't find anyone to talk to.

I walk around with Nick in the streets empied by a global-warming-cold-snap and we talk about politics. Not silly election politics or city wide politics, not mainstream distractions; but actual deeper, real world problems that are about to hit this generation like a freight train. Shit is about to go to hell and no one wants to face it. And no one ever, ever wants to talk about it, claiming they have no power to change anything.

My friend Kim saved six million acres of Chilean rain forests two summers ago while I was living with her. Anything is possible if we care and plan what we are going to do. So tonight I just glower dark as we walk around the empty streets of Chinatown.

I played my Thursday night poker like a Donkey. I was still glowering inside and my table made fun of me for constantly going all in and never playing past the flop. I realized it was true but by that time I was on the short stack and I lost in a questionable king nine call against an ace that killed me on the river. I made it to the final two tables but out of the money and by this point fairly drunk.

I don't really remember the Gui Boratto show or the Tube after or getting home. So nothing about that. I listened to Pendulum the whole time I wrote this (my secret favorite for Coachella) and I could not find any suitable pictures to post.