i will finally see feist in concert. over the past couple years, she's passed through sf several times and each time something prevented me from attending. once, i was traveling for work, another, i was moving back to sf. there was one other time too, though i can't recall the reason i missed out then.
however, i have a ticket for the sold out tuesday show and nothing, short of familial tragedy, could cause me to miss out.
which got me to thinking, how much would someone have to pay me to take my ticket (provided selling meant i would miss her performance)?
face value was $30. not a chance. double would be $60, and you'd still have to cause severe physical damage before prying them away for that price. $100, still wouldn't get it done. at $200, i'd feel like an idiot for not taking the money, but would walk into the fillmore with a clear conscience.
so i guess the number stands at about $250, maybe $300. but despite being somewhat richer for making the deal, i'm certain i'd spend the rest of that night, and likely the next two or three as well, sitting in the dark, berating myself for opting for the cash.
btw, on craigslist you could definitely pick up a pair for < $100.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
cutting back on drinking days, not drinks
turning 30 -- as i'm about to do -- is the crossroads age for young people and thus a good time for some self-reflection. and so i'm happy to report that i have discovered something about myself that will drive up my productivity.
though other people my age have probably reduced their alcohol consumption in favor of more socially-acceptable pursuits -- like getting married and raising a family -- i've gone the opposite direction. the past month has been among the wettest of my 359, including a three-day stint in montreal that involved roughly 50 libations.
obviously, after drink number 14, it's not as if i rushed home, flipped open my laptop and devised a proof for a formerly intractable math problem or found the cure for a rampant flesh-eating disease in africa. no, i was lucky to spend those evenings in a bed as opposed to slumped over a toilet bowl in a public restroom. but those nights are the ones where adventure happens, friends are made, or converted into more valuable friends, strangers are consummated with etc...who in their right mind would want to excise those from their lives?
no, it's those other days that i must cut back on. those days where i have one glass of wine at happy hour. or two amstels at a pub and call it. those are the real bane. for it's those nights where i've added nothing historical to my life, yet i know that i'll be about as productive as a seal sunning itself on a clear day.
perhaps, there are those individuals who can do the one-drink and then be productive, whether that be study, work, etc. that's just not me. that one might well have been a dozen, because though sober, i'm unmotivated. a real success at that point would constitute checking my email or reading the nyt. shit, watching a movie might be the midpoint of productivity.
so my new motto for a new decade: one and done, no more.
that needs a little work. lucky i still have 29 days.
though other people my age have probably reduced their alcohol consumption in favor of more socially-acceptable pursuits -- like getting married and raising a family -- i've gone the opposite direction. the past month has been among the wettest of my 359, including a three-day stint in montreal that involved roughly 50 libations.
obviously, after drink number 14, it's not as if i rushed home, flipped open my laptop and devised a proof for a formerly intractable math problem or found the cure for a rampant flesh-eating disease in africa. no, i was lucky to spend those evenings in a bed as opposed to slumped over a toilet bowl in a public restroom. but those nights are the ones where adventure happens, friends are made, or converted into more valuable friends, strangers are consummated with etc...who in their right mind would want to excise those from their lives?
no, it's those other days that i must cut back on. those days where i have one glass of wine at happy hour. or two amstels at a pub and call it. those are the real bane. for it's those nights where i've added nothing historical to my life, yet i know that i'll be about as productive as a seal sunning itself on a clear day.
perhaps, there are those individuals who can do the one-drink and then be productive, whether that be study, work, etc. that's just not me. that one might well have been a dozen, because though sober, i'm unmotivated. a real success at that point would constitute checking my email or reading the nyt. shit, watching a movie might be the midpoint of productivity.
so my new motto for a new decade: one and done, no more.
that needs a little work. lucky i still have 29 days.
keep three strikes in baseball
it's hard to muster much sympathy for a dude who makes a habit of getting off (pun intended)on masturbating in public. but on the other hand, does it really warrant a life sentence? according to the letter of the law, that's exactly the punishment called for -- thanks to the brilliant lawmakers who pushed through the three-strikes policy.
look, i imagine it's off-putting for a woman (or man) to be casually driving around only to lock eyes with someone with his pants draped around his ankles whacking off (when, not consensual). but as creepy as it must be, a million dudes lined up side-by-side on the sidewalk jacking off, isn't half as bad as one rape -- where the sentence would be far less severe -- or murder.
i wonder if this incident would even get any notice if it wasn't a former-nba player. but regardless of his past, he'd probably get a lot more out of therapy than a cell. and it's not as if we don't have enough people in jail already.
look, i imagine it's off-putting for a woman (or man) to be casually driving around only to lock eyes with someone with his pants draped around his ankles whacking off (when, not consensual). but as creepy as it must be, a million dudes lined up side-by-side on the sidewalk jacking off, isn't half as bad as one rape -- where the sentence would be far less severe -- or murder.
i wonder if this incident would even get any notice if it wasn't a former-nba player. but regardless of his past, he'd probably get a lot more out of therapy than a cell. and it's not as if we don't have enough people in jail already.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
this caption sucks
Stephen Coburn, right, and Lise Gagné, left, take photographs in their studios
that they will try to sell on the Web.
i'm nitpicking but what logical reason is there for not rewording the subject of the caption so that it reads "Lise Gagne, left, and Stephen Coburn, right,..."? (note: rhetorical question) after all this is english, we read left to right. why not capitalize on this time-tested tradition?
that they will try to sell on the Web.
i'm nitpicking but what logical reason is there for not rewording the subject of the caption so that it reads "Lise Gagne, left, and Stephen Coburn, right,..."? (note: rhetorical question) after all this is english, we read left to right. why not capitalize on this time-tested tradition?
Monday, June 11, 2007
the office, season 3
after finishing viewing the dvds for the second season of the office, i did a quick search for the release date of the third season. the first search result -- TV.com's forum -- provided a quick answer.
but it was the second posting that actually caught my eye.
but it was the second posting that actually caught my eye.
great I can't wait, I have all the episodes on VHS but I love the commentary so yay for September 11, 2007it's a harmless comment but the words "yay for September 11" are just plain wrong.
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