With a wedding to attend

With a wedding to attend this weekend, I set out to buy a snazzy shirt and tie. I simplified my life last year by buying a black suit. No more quandaries about whether that eggshell shirt or orange tie will match the brown or gray suit I have at home, from now on, everything just has to go with black.

In my mind, I came up with a quick plan: hit Nordstroms, find a white shirt (simplify!) and colorful tie, and each would probably run $40 or so. A portly, balding gentleman materialized out of thin air the moment I stepped near the tie racks, measured my neck, and was off in search of a shirt for a customer with ape-length arms. He returned with a small number of choices, and for obvious reasons, I picked the whitest, softest in the bunch (you can’t put a price on comfort).

The next and last thing to do was pick a tie, and if ties could ask questions, the store offered anything from “Would you like to open an account at this bank?” to “Is that your final answer?” My eye was drawn towards the Regis end of the spectrum, the man helping me, the bank employee end. After shaking my head and making a few “naw, how about something a bit more daring?” comments, he gave up and asked me to pick anything I liked, and a shiny green striped number jumped out at me.

He sprang to life, put it on top of the shirt, and began uttering a series of highly positive adjectives. It was odd to see him react so, but in my mind I felt smug and thought “Yes, those do look good together, I totally understand his enthusiasm for my good taste.” As he gently wrapped the shirt and tie in multiple layers of tissue paper, complete with small Nordstrom-branded stickers, I slid my visa card across the counter in response to a slightly high $150-something total. I figured the shirt was probably worth whatever the price was, and it would stay soft and last for a very long time.

As I left the store, and strolled out to my car, I fished the receipt out of the bag, and realized I just bought a $110 tie.

I’m happy to report I’m

I’m happy to report I’m once again employed. In a couple days I’ll start at KnowNow.

That means no more late nights coding my personal sites, no more sleeping past noon, sitting around with my playstation all day, watching one dvd after another, and no longer will I eat everything in the house due to boredom.

Though I doubt slashdot notices like they did for that other guy coming to work for KnowNow.

Tenacious D is the

Tenacious D is the greatest band on earth for a multitude of reasons, but one of them is their hilarious and insightful lyrics. Tonight, I wrote down my favorite passage:

“If I was to distill down the message of the D, into one phrase that you could take home and meditate on… I’d say: ‘set the artist free.’

I’m talkin’ about this artist, inside of your heart. Set it free!

You know what I’m saying? I’m saying quit your day job. And I know that scares a lot of you. And a lot of you are saying ‘Fuck you Jack, I can’t quit my fucking day job, I have kids to feed.’

Quit your fucking day job.

Focus on your craft, one time! Before it’s over, and you’ve squandered it, because you’re a fucking robot!

And after a couple years of earnest, concerted effort, me and Kyle will swoop in, we will check out your progress. And we will say ‘continue.’ We will encourage you. Continue!

Or we’ll say ‘stop’ And then seriously, you must stop, if we say so. Otherwise, penalties, we’ll think them up, and enforce them…”

Tenacious D “Cosmic Shame” introduction (Download it here).

I’m glad I didn’t put

I’m glad I didn’t put my snowboard back in storage just yet. According to the national weather service, the cold alaskan storm we’re experiencing may actually dump snow on the bigger hills of the city tonight. You haven’t lived until you’ve carved 2 feet of fresh powder on Clayton Ave., did a railslide across the trunk of a BMW, or 360’d off the Sutro Tower.