I love being "older" now

Nothing can replace experience and time.  Nothing.

And both of those gifts have made me a much more patient and understanding person.  (Well, relatively...as some of my friends would tell you.)

Age allows you to read comments like the following and not explode with anger or offense. In fact, they make you roll your eyes instead and want to buy this person a drink or send them a nice card (or introduce them to the modern convenience of spell check):

"you are a bunch of librals. move to france. hybrids are worse for the enviroment. to get the material for the batterys they have to dig very deep. maby the will stop doing this when they get arrested. they are vandilizeing propety. not beautifing it."
--ms290guy1999

This was in response to this video:

I can't wait to give this sticker to a stranger.

These Boots Are Made For Walking

I went to Mindshare LA tonight to talk about the Do Good Bus and had such a great experience.  It's the first networking event I've been to that didn't have the awkward moments, the long explanations of why I should invest in someone's film, etc.

They also had some really cool projects on display including a ping pong table that rocks back and forth by Synn Labs and the Leisure Listening Lounge by Super Tall Paul.

As I sat down in the listening lounge and grabbed my very own pair of headphones (next to the 12 other people sitting in a U-shape in front of Super Tall Paul), I couldn't wait to see what he'd play for us.  We were literally sitting in the middle of this event with people chatting and sipping on beer -- but our little group of twelve had our very own private concert.

Super Tall Paul played everything and looped it (similar to Jon Brion) and made jokes in between.  I was giddy when I realized he was doing a cover of These Boots Are Made For Walking.  Most definitely a favorite.  And it added to may already "high on life" evening.

Yay, L.A.

Yeah, I'm in a band.

Almost every morning at boot camp on the beach there's a moment where I have to concentrate in order to hold in a giggle.

As we're warming down, there's a moment where we all stand -- arms to our side, palms facing out and in this sort of staggered line formation.  We turn our heads to look left and then slowly to look right.

And every time I look in the direction where I can see everyone else in the class -- we are the perfect album cover for some sporty girl band.

Nice Try

Today, my iPhone corrected "dogooders" to "sphincters".

Trying to make me laugh, iPhone, is not going to change that I'm angry with you right now. 

There's always a moment

We had a massive event this weekend and at some point I was handing out 3D glasses to the masses.  It's amazing what people will do for free things and how manners and dignity seem to disappear.

I was being mobbed by people and noticed a little girl (no more than two years old) in the middle of the madness sort of confused as to what was happening.  I ignored parents with outreached arms repeating they needed 10 and 12 pairs of glasses and leaned down to hand the little girl a pair.  She had no idea what they were, but accepted my gift.

I continued to pass glasses out by the handful and was astounded by how rude people were.

A few minutes later, I realized there was something pulling on my pant leg.  I turned around and the little girl was standing at my feet, no taller than my knee.  She looked right at me and just said, "Thank you."

I'm not sure I would have made it through my day without that little girl.

Hi guy.

I couldn't eat him.  I just couldn't.

I don't want the butt.

Went on a mission to find a pork shoulder picnic today.  This is not a bunch of pork on a checkered blanket.  It's a cut of pig.  Not to be confused with the pork shoulder butt.

Seriously.

My local butcher was a little disappointed he couldn't help, but suggested the only place I might find it (on the Westside) was in Inglewood.

I had to work my way through broken Spanish at the butcher counter and finally got passed to the head butcher man.  He knew exactly what I wanted and said, "That's a lot of meat.  You sure you know what you're talking about."

"Yes, sir."

I explained we were going to smoke it "southern style" and needed to have part of the leg still attached.  He paused a moment, smiled and said, "Sounds amazing."

"Well it is, actually.  My mom will be in town this weekend and we're doin' it right."

I can't say that I've ever met a mean butcher, but this guy was extra special nice to me.  He went in the back and cut exactly what I was looking for.

I think he was mostly impressed that I knew my meat.