jeffrey + upstairsloft

This morning am waking up from my first professional 15-hour day. I hate commuting. I left the studio at 11:15 and got home at 12:40. Nutso.

Random
You know how somebody plays or sings a song in the background and it gets in your head? Kate always complains about me doing this and so do another 5, 6 or 7 other people that are frequently around me. Anyhow, imagine how annoying it is for me. I don’t hear these songs anywhere. Nobody is playing them. They just spark up in my head and I can’t get them out. Right now, I have Madonna’s “Crazy For You” lyrics stuck in my head. How the hell…!?

It’s Monday. Already, Kate has started a good list of “Kate’s Funny Moments”
At BART Fremont, she was stretching out for a sec and I saw the H&M tag on her jacket, underneath her armpits. I leaned towards her, looking like I was going in for a hug, and tugged the tag off. She had no idea I did this until I flashed her the tag. “Oh! There’s where it was! I knew the tag was still on this.” She bought the jacket in August, apparently not needing to wear it until this cold day.

Later that morning, Kate asks me, “What’s greeking text?”

A few moments later, Kate asks, “Hey. Why is my iChat icon a cat?”

Ohhh Kate.

Kate has to get up in about 6 hours to get ready for work, which starts at 9. This is a huge lift off my shoulders. We get to commute together and I feel relieved that my Kate joining the 9 to 6 club. It honestly feels real lonely designing full-time when the your other half is at home. I think traveling together will make it easy for me and Kate won’t feel half of the crap I felt when I was commuting alone, everyday, disconnected from everybody.

I’m buying a motor scooter a month after we settle into our SF place.

Warning to Mac users. Do not install Leopard. Many of us, still on PowerPC Macs (non Intel machines), are experiencing a lot of crap with Leopard. All these stupid problems makes me say nasty things like wanting to switch back to Windows XP. Yeah. I must have said that about a dozen times since Leopard’s release. I would never do such a thing but still, the instability and all of the problems I have with Leopard are just ridiculously stupid. I work mostly on my work machine now. I haven’t been on my Powerbook nearly as much as I used to. Imagine how much shit Leopard would give me if I were still using it as long as I was during the school days.

If Leopard’s 5.1 update doesn’t fix these issues, I’m sticking to Tiger. I’ve never been so disgruntled with my Mac.

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This is for all the ladies who feel like shit after reading, watching or eating anything that has to do with celebrities because apparently all that matters on the news is what the hell Paris Hilton is doing. Stop thinking you’re ugly because you’re not pattered in goat fetus product or whatever makeup is made of

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Buy Jay-Z’s American Gangster. That shit is hot. No lie.

Yesterday, I scored three tix to a surprise Mos Def show at Mezzanine in SF. It was for a live taping for his upcoming DVD so it had to be good. June and Kate were in on the adventure too; they drove up from home.

I love Mos but he’s a bit different live. But like I said, it had to be had to be good if it was for a live taping and if it were at the Mezzanine. The Mezzanine’s audio system knocks. You can actually understand Mos when he mumbles and howls into the mic between verses.

To add to the excitement of the show (a great mix of new and old shit for 2.5 hours), Kate and I were laughing out loud as hell when this fine black chick (omg, I said fine) was dancing and inadvertently grinding up on Jun’s crouch. I got pretty high off second contact and my eyelids were droopy. There was a ton of “fog” inside but it made the show more dramatic with the lighting. Everybody’s stinky weed, the lights and Mos Def, all make a good show. Somebody had some pissweed. I swear, it smelled like piss fumes. Gross.

I love last minute adventures. I woke up yesterday morning, expecting to come back that same night to my nightly routine. Instead, I came home at 3am from a concert with mis amigos.

For Christmas, I’m simple. I want vintage maps. I want old London Underground maps, old and new MTA NY Subway maps and Nazi Propaganda posters, touched by Hitler himself. He had to have been there for the presscheck. Oh, and a MacBook Pro. But that’ll be my gift to myself in about two years. My work computer spoils me. But seriously, old maps. Please.

Fuck.

I totally just remembered an agreement I struck with Kate. I think I was buzzed when I agreed to it too. I agreed to balance out my piercing and plug up my right lobe if she got a job by the end of this year. I never got my right lobe pierced for two reasons. I move around a lot when I sleep and having two plugs increases the chances of losing one. During the first year of stretching, I can’t lie down on the freshly pierced side either. #2. Having two plugs is too symmetrical for me. Asymmetry is cool. It’s dynamic-er.