Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Space


Check out this wicked space in Manhattan where the owners manage to change tempo every once in a while and keep it fresh as Paul's Boutique. As you can see the current use is a drive-in theater where you and five friends (or one lucky lady/dude depending on your mood and penchant for voyeurism) can park it *ahem* in a Falcon and catch a classic flick. For $75 per show, they even provide refreshments! It looks like they are booking up quickly.

The last 2 capital installations (or whatever you want to call them) in the space were equally as cool, and this has got my wheels turning about doing something that demands as much respect in D-town Reno. Hmmmmm...

Where credit is due, this idea was originally broadcast to me by the Coolhunter. They always gots da scoop.

Friday, September 21, 2007

Rain down on me

So of course the one time I actually make it to Hawkins Ampitheater at Bartley Ranch this year, it rains on me. No worries at all. The musical genius and funk stylings of Medeski, Martin, Wood and John Scofield made the weather almost non-existent.

As a matter of fact, it's pretty hard to worry about a little wind and water when your face is melting completely off of your skull. That's what MMW does for me. Pound for pound, they're simply the best progressive jazz group out there. JS adds in his own unique blend of dissonance and energy, and together they rocked a group of hard-cores who braved the conditions and grooved into the evening. I got a few cameraphone snaps to remember the night by. I'd love to catch them in a Warfield or Fillmore setting for the same show some time.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

News of the week

Here in Reno, people are really paying attention to the condo sales slow down. It's nice to be involved in one of the few lower risk "niche products" like Ponte Vecchio.

I am wondering, however, how things might take a turn this week/month/year now that the Fed lowered the interest rate for the first time in over 4 years? Should get interesting, at least for consumers...just in time for the holiday season.

Friday, September 14, 2007

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Leave Brittney ALONE!!

Thanks, Myrna, for turning me on to this guy, who incidentally, if anyone has a problem with can take it TO ME!!!!


Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

The Amazing World Clock

Check out this world clock. The figures are "approximations", but it's still crazy to click on now and watch the numbers change as somebody gets AIDS every 10 seconds or so. And watching that population growth is nucking futz, too!

And on a more somber note...the categories of violence and war. On this, the 6 year anniversary of that fateful day, it is important to point these tragic numbers out. If only as an excuse to reflect on an important moment in time.

Monday, September 10, 2007

Even better the 2nd time around

Sean learned how to ride a 2-wheeler today. I took the training wheels off, strapped his helmet and pads on, expained the concept, ran next to him and watched in amazement as he just started riding. I remember learning how to ride when I was much older than his tender 3+ years; I crashed into a trash dumpster.
He knew how to hit the brakes without me explaining. It totally melted my face off, and he was so stoked that we had to take the bike with us to dinner at the in-laws, and he had to ride well into the sunset. Being a kid rocks.

Saturday, September 8, 2007

Newland's in the eve, Rancho in the morn

Gotta love this town in late Summer.
Family bike ride to Newland's Park to monkey around on the playground last night, followed up by a Dawn Patrol session of the balloon races.
There's nothing I'd rather be doing with my life.

Friday, September 7, 2007

Kill'em All

So this new teller at my bank must've struck me wrong the first time I went up to his window. I don't know if it was his slightly disheveled look, despite the button-down shirt and the tie, or the fact that he was trying so hard to make simple conversation. More than likely it was my own attitude, which has veered into negativetown on occasion lately. Whatever it was that turned me off, I tried to avoid his window every time I went back to the bank. As often as I have to go in, though, it was inevitable that I would be next in line when the person at his window departed. And then came the small talky chit-chat that I resisted every time. I must be such an asshole, because I DREADED the words coming out of his mouth so often.

Something snapped in me today, though. I went to his window. I made the deposit. He made his comments, and his usual attempt at non-abrasive humor (for the record, the fast lane to my heart is through very over-the-line black comedy). I don't know what it was, but he broke me. I gave him my usual "Have a good one" with a smile on the side, and he looked up at me, square in the eye and it hit me: I like this guy. He has persistently remained consistently pleasant, despite my total lack of engagement. There's just something about stick-to-ittiveness that I can relate to.

When I was a kid and I had trouble with other kids, my mom always told me, "Kill 'em with kindness." Those words rang true as I pulled out of the parking lot of the bank. I'm in sales, and it's an important lesson that never gets old.

Wednesday, September 5, 2007