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	2009.06.17  09.39 Undergraduate Research Hello, I'm working on wrapping up my Physics degree down here at HSU, and this summer I'm participating in a NSF funded Research Experience for Undergraduates (REU). What I'm participating in is actually pretty awesome. It's been a while since I've posted, but in my last post (I'll not bother linking it) I mentioned that I've started dicking around with Linux on my eeePC. This experience with Linux has brought me to my current project. I'm being paid to build a high performance Linux cluster. What's that? Yes, in fact, this IS a small supercomputer. We are going to model a fusion plasma, because the future of energy production lies in fusion. Whether it be via tokomak, or laser-induced such as at NIF. This computational modeling becomes extremely convoluted once you start using more than about 2,000 particles...... We hope to be modeling well over 20,000. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Separately I'm also conducting research with a group of individuals on campus studying gravitational forces at very small distances with macroscopic objects. Because it turns out Einstein is probably wrong about dilation of the space-time continuum. We hope to prove his theories inaccurate to provoke some other genius to step up and manufacture a new theory. We moved into a new house. It's hellish and awesome all at the same time.

	2008.10.16  23.50 Konichiwa Hola, I'm married to a beautiful woman named Emilie. I've known her since I was about 13. I am in the midst of getting my bachelor's degree in Physics at Humboldt State University. I get B's. We live in a cute little townhouse with a babbling brook in the backyard underneath our deck. As we lay in bed at night (or in the morning) we can here the random bubbling and it is incredible. My studies have taken me to places I never imagined, and every day I learn something new. There are far too many applications for mathematical analysis in our world, and it frightens me. My head cannot contain all that it must in order for me to be a super-human, so I guess we'll all just have to accept me as a sub-super-human. Emilie and I have been talking about children, but as of now, we plan on waiting for a few more years. In the least, we both have to finish school. I am an advocate for mini laptops and I've been brandishing my Linux based EeePC for almost a year now. People are starting to catch on. Even though these cute little things have 1 - 2 GHz processing capabilities, in our day and age, most people only need that when they are surfing the web, writing a term paper, or paying bills. I like to use mine for damn near everything and my desktop has simply become my media center. I download onto that and we stream movies or television or whatever to our TV. This way we don't have to fork out extra monies for cable. What a waste. My Eee has forced me to immerse myself in Linux, and I've actually installed 4 different operating systems on it over the last year just to play around. I personally have found that I prefer Debian systems, but currently I'm running a laptop specific distrobution of Ubuntu. My desktop is going to get overhauled with Ubuntu in about a month after Ubuntu 8.10 has gotten released and everyone is happy with it. My next desktop will by a little Linux Shuttle PC which I'll use purely as a media server/streamer for family and friends. I'm excited for that project. Alright, rock'n'roll. Music: Whirring Refridgerator

	2008.03.29  19.51 I got married I'm sure there's no one ever reading this, but I got married. Here. I'm pretty stoked. I'm 23.

	2007.09.16  14.32 Where the HELL is Steven? Steven is now 22 years old. He lives in Arcata, CA. He is enrolled at Humboldt State University working on his Physics Degree. He is engaged to be married on March 16, 2008. He works at a lumber yard and occasionally crashes tractors into trucks. He does copious amounts of homework (a new thing in his life). He eats sparingly, and speaks in third person. Music: Engelbert Humperdinck - Lesbian Seagull

	2005.12.24  15.37 Hi. Tomorrow is my girlfriend's birthday. It's also Christmas. Tomorrow that is. I finished my classes with great grades except a 2.8 in chemistry. But as the quarter progressed that class simply got harder and harder. I'm a lifeguard. At Saint Edward's Pool. Come visit. I'm a Lift Operator at Steven's Pass. Come visit. I'm a personal assistant once or twice a week. You can't visit. I also donate a chunk of my life to my church as the content manager of their website. You could come to church some time... That's it. Music: Extended family in the other room

	2005.10.30  08.43 i'm the content manager for www.marshillchurch.org and our site is down. it's nothing i can fix because i don't have access to our hosting site so i'm stuck here. . . with nothing to do . . . icing on the cake: 1. i got my ass up at 5 this morning (thinking it was 6[damn you daylight savings time!]) to ride the bus here to church. 2. ... ok, that's pretty much it. on a side note: i'm pulling very decent grades. my only fear is 3.0 ish grade i'll be getting in chemistry. but that class is frickin hard yo. plus i've got the devotion and support of the most beautiful woman on this planet. Mood: sleepy Music: elliot smith - cupid's trick

	2005.10.18  00.19 misc. school update randomly throughout my school year i update. in fact, i've updated like, 300% more often in the last three months than in the last year. intense. day-by-day play-by-play: monday. wake up at 5:15. be at the pool by 5:50. lifeguard from 6-10. jump in pool shower (grooooosssssss) then go to school. classes from 11:30-1:30 math and chem respectively. usually study at school until five or six, or come home and do the same. tuesday. wake up a little later. be at school by 11:30 for math. then chem till 1:30. i stay at school and study until 6pm when my astronomy class starts up. this lasts until 8pm. then i go home and sleep because i wake up early on wednesdays. wednesday. see monday. except after school i usually go to my church and volunteer my time as the content manager of their website. not getting payed. serving church/God/self <-- will look good on resume. thursday. see tuesday, except after chem class i have a lab from 1:30 until 4:30. then a short break until astronomy. after astronomy i have astronomy lab from 8-10. by far, the hardest day when coupled with friday. because . . . friday, i wake up early to go to work just like monday and wednesday, then go to school for my math and chem class. after that, i usually go home and play counterstrike for an hour to unwind for the weekend. i think about my homework, but never do any of it. saturday is usually my only day to run any sort of errand that was supposed to get done durring the week. then on sunday i go to my church around 1 and work on this week's content until 7 when my usual service starts. then my life recycles. this weeks forecast: tuesday equals chem quiz (i'll fail. just wait, i'll come back tomorrow and tell you i failed [tomorrow being wednesday]) wednesday brings a math midterm thursday will be my chem lab test and friday . . .will be chill. i got a second job up at steven's pass as a lift operator. i went to a "job fair" on saturday up at the pass (long ass drive, i'm not excited) and when i walked up and the director looked at my app he saw i only wanted to work friday saturday and sunday mornings and he said "sorry, we aren't hiring ANYBODY part time. all our positions have been full for a week." by the end of our conversation he said he was going to have me promoted to a lead position within a month of the pass opening. i think he fell in love with me. the only reason i got a job up there is because emilie went to a "job fair" two weeks ago and got a lift operator job up there. i see so little of her now that i felt i ought to do everything in my power to spend time with her. i don't think anyone will read any of this. Mood: tired Music: Jonathon Coulton - Baby Got Back

	2005.10.04  00.27 beer so i tried my hand at the awkward science of brewing beer. did i spell awkward wrong? it feels like it, but i'm a little tipsy (from my beer) and don't care. at all. so three weeks ago i started the brewing in motion. one week ago i bottled my concoction. and tonight, i broke open the first bottle only to discover that it's not GREAT, but it's a hell of a lot better than budweiser. i think. i don't really drink beer. . . ever. so that being said, it's a minor success. i'm going to take it over to em's dad cuz he's a bit of a guru. he'll tell me just how bad it really is. -nighty Music: creepy sister through the wall . . .

	2005.09.29  22.54 so uh, i just checked my friend's page to see what's up only to discover that "lo and behold" i am one of my friends. i corrected that ish asap. p.s. pray for dolly

	2005.09.29  17.43 i'm sitting in class right now. well, pre-class. it begins in fifteen minutes. easiest class in the history of my academic education. "Astronomy? Easy? You gotta be kidding!" well, i'm not. it's cake. i'm pissed. i was hoping to actually get a little challenged in a field i enjoy. it is in stark contrast to my other two classes. calculus and chemistry. math doesn't suck too much, but chemistry blows all the happy clowns. my lab for that class is also really weird. the teacher doesn't really know what she's doing, and her ogre of an assistant seems to be doing the real teaching... there's this girl from my chem class i studied with last week, then after studying i gave her a ride home cuz i'm such a nice guy. she told me that she wished there were more boys like me in the world. i told her my girlfriend says the same thing. she said she wished i could clone myself. i laughed and told her to get out of the car. now she's really mean to me and was badmouthing me in lab today. stupid bleeding cunt rag. but i'm doing the nice thing and not being rude back. only here. i might be back to my old lj ways and bitching and moaning on a regular basis. but hey, that's what lj is for right? right? Music: the murmer of studying students

	2005.05.26  15.35 babysitting at it's best so i'm just chillin at work. babysitting. but the kid is asleep. so i'm getting paid to lay in the grass and perfect my godlike tan. so saturday night casey and i went to mc chris at (shudder) el corozone's. i spoke with four of the nice folks working there and asked if they liked the new name. none of them did. mc chris was amazing. i . . . can't talk about it. so then sunday was the same ol' thing. but on monday, david and i decided on a whim to drive out to spokane to see mc chris again. the second show was awesome too. it was equally amazing in a different way though. he started with 150 geeks in the pit, then talked everyone, and i mean EVERYONE (including staff), to come down into the pit and have a great time. he amazes me. i got chris and john to design my next tattoo. i'm stoked. david saw it, and i'm going to have casey come with me to get it. but this one is staying under wraps and no one else will know. until i'm naked. enjoy the sun if that's your bag. baby. Mood: hot Music: static on a baby monitor

	2005.05.19  23.37 mc mother fucking chris so. on saturday. i'm going to the best show in the history of mankind. ever. mcchris is going to rip a new asshole into seattle!!!11 i'm stoked. Music: blown angle - dj shadow

	2005.05.12  12.37 lame duck soup krista just got in a car accident. and i can't go be with her because i have to work. this sucks. i hope she is ok. Music: The whir of a DVD burner

	2005.05.10  00.00 hrmm i love politics http://gddliveout.org:3004/mt/archives/2005/05/ohh_my.html Music: greatest hits - sublime (duh)

	2005.04.28  00.46 uh oh. porn. i went swimming at gasworks park today. oh i know. worst idea ever. you don't have to repeat that to me. i ran down the hill and dove over the cement bank. if you've been there as much as i have, then you know where i'm talking about. it was a sweet dive. then as i hit water, i realized just how dire my situation was. the murk and gloom immediately covered every aspect of my existence in a freezing cold flash. needless to say i have some bumpy rash across my leg. ok, i don't. but i think someone just went "OOOH!" Mood: cutty Music: Her Space Holiday - Japanese Gum

	2005.04.20  14.34 as we walk through this world we see children who are surrounded by negative images. a constant afront to their fragile psyche. no wonder kids come out of public schools hating themselves and wishing to die. after everything that is forced down their throats the only logical release would be to end it all once and for all. but this is wrong. there is hope in this world. it's true. and i have the solution. step one: forget everything you have been brainwashed with. this is the hardest part step towards enlightenment. but only by giving up the ideas we are inundated with will anyone be able to see the world or their own self in a truly analytical way. step two: find yourself. for many people this means leaving the safety of their nest (home) for an extended period of time which will force you to look into yourself and find your personal oppinions. however, don't confuse this with moving out and getting a job that gets your going forty to fifty hours a week. this will lead to nothing but confusion and depression. the most applicable example of leaving your nest is a trip around the country, or europe, or the world. the act of traveling forces you to come up against situations which are beyond your control. and only when you find yourself wielding nothing, having no leverage over your circumstances, will you be forced to draw upon the all powerful imagination within each and every one of us. step three: release yourself in essence we have the ability to create something from nothing. this does not mean out of thin air. it means we have the spark of imagination which allows us to take anything, and create something unique from it. so when you believe that you are facing a situation which you have no control over, remember that the way in which you respond is your choice. you will choose to either be happy with the outcome, or to be disappointed with the outcome. this choice is your power. Music: janna's voice

	2005.04.15  00.34 *drool* touch me little rich girl. you know you wanna buy us this.

	2005.04.13  22.59 who wants some illegal music? so i'm a personal assistant. i'm in the process of ripping my bosses 1400 cd's. which equates to about 120-130 gigs of music. commence drooling. i know your jealous. duplicates disregarded, i'll be up to 170 gigs of music. all mighty gawd. Mood: scratchy Music: stay loose - belle and sebastian

	2005.04.08  15.16 the obvious solution *i haven't posted a picture in forever so this may not work* **i'm to lazy to preview it** so last night me and caseyplusplus were moving his crap from a storage unit in lake city to his new place on capitol hill. there was this one really big cabinet shelf that wouldn't fit so we had to tie down the back hatch of the explorer we were using. well we didn't have a strap. god i love nintendo touch me Music: Jack the Lion - Harvey Danger

	2005.04.07  12.19 i guess i might as well . . . . zzzzz i spent the weekend in san francisco with my greek family. the only relative on that side of the family that didn't make it was Paula. but i get to see her/them whenever because they live here in seattle. it started friday morning with a flight out at 7:30am. it was hard because i had to get up at five so we could be at the airport by six. we weren't. plus the line to be scanned was extremely long and b the time we walked up to our gate the flight was just beginning to start boarding. the flight was very ordinary. the oakland airport is very drab. we boarded a transport to the BART train. it took us under the bay and dropped us of in the heart of san fran right at the intersection of market and powell. we decided to walk to our hotel instead of taking a cab. the wrong choice. instead of walking along powell, the tourist center, we migrated a few blocks over and got our first glimpse of the ghetto that is san fran. wheeling our luggage through the streets my mother would gasp and cringe at the approach of every bum. but it legitimately was really frightening. we stayed in the Beresford Hotel along with Koula, Vivian, and Cleopatra. the three sisters. and michelle (mike) was staying with koula. i think koula is 71, vivian is 78 and cleo is 74. i'm not really certain. my parents and i shared a room with two double beds and a full kitchen. that was nice . . . after settling in we crossed the street to the Thai Stick (he he) with koula and mike. as it turns out my little (17) cousin michelle is a certified pirate and goes by mike. she has swords ad competes or somthing weird like that. she also has a shwashbuckling wardrobe. white and red striped shirts and shredded shorts. so lunch sucked. we caught a taxi (i learned on this trip that i ROCK at getting taxis) van down to the fishermans wharf. one of the big tourist traps. from here you could board a ferry to take the alcatraz tours, or just wander among the boutiques. we opted for the latter. While my dad and grandma and mike sat through a very stupid entertainment show, my mother and i bought candy and just kinda wandered around. after the show we headed a couple piers north to have lunch with the rest of our party. the whole purpose of the trip was to celebrate Jim's birthday. he's 50. well, his birthday was in january. so the real reason we had this trip was so that we could all get together and they could drink. at lunch i got to see Sally, Jim's wife, and their good friend sue. sue was awesome. i think i love her. vivian was there with her friend whose name i forget. she wasn't that cool. lunch consisted of introductions and catching up. i think cleo will remember how to spell my name correctly from now on. which is nice. my parents, mike, and myself decided to walk back to the hotel as opposed to taking a taxi. on the way we got disctracted by the coit tower. super cool. they shot a scene from the maltese falcon there. after visiting the top of the tower and taking in the truly breathtaking circumferal view of san fran, we TRIED to head back to the hotel. along the way we got very sidetracked in Chinatown. it was really really cool. we avoided the really touristy streets and tried to stick to the creepier side streets. well, i guess ALL of it is touristy. we eventually stumbled into our hotel about six hours after we told everyone we would be back. instead of going to dnner with jim and co i took a nap. as did my father. when i awoke my parents had gone to dinner but brought me home this FUCKING AWESOME charbroiled chicken w/spinach and pitas. it was SOOOO good. i woke up around 12 and my dad was just getting in from renting a movie. it was "us marshals." pretty much a remake of "the fugitive." i learned that night how badly my mother snores. it's like . . . inexplicable. when we awoke we decided to go to the conservatory and see all the pretty plants. my dad wanted to take a bus. so we walked about seven blocks down to the bus route. along the way i saw three bums on three different blocks smoking crack. just out on the sidewalk. i love big cities. the bus was unneventful. we got off and walked through this pretty little park to the conservatory. we spent several hours meandering through the conservatory admiring all the foliage. flirted a little with some asian girl. it was nice. we boarded the bus back into the city. this time the bus FILLED OUT! there were like, twenty people standing because all the seats were taken. at this point in time i was getting sick of my parents. and after the bus ride my mom suggested we go shopping for some pants for me. i got nasty and told them i didn't want to ever shop with them again. so we walked up powell a few blocks then decided to eat at jim's cafe. or maybe it was john's. i forget. it was ALSO part of the maltese falcon. the author used to eat there so he included it in the book. the food wasn't that great. we walked back to the hotel and my other cousin on that side kristina had arrived. the sisters +viv's friend, kristina, and mike were sitting around in the foyer talking. so we all sat down and just caught up a little. while we were sitting there kristina and mike's mother and step father arrived with their two dogs. so we were all just chillin and talking which was kinda cool. the big dinner was starting in about an hour, but kristina and i went shopping for my pants. we went into macy's but it was like every floor was devoted to women and there weren't any men's clothes at all. it was weird. so then i asked a whole information desk of women why there weren't any men's clothes and they informed us that macy's men's was across the street. duh. so we wandered up and down every floor of macy's men's until i found the pants i wanted. my mom had a twenty dollars off coupon but i had to use her credit card so we booked it back to the hotel where everyone was drinking (it was happy hour at the hotel 4:30-5:30). i ran up to the room, got the money saving stuff, and kristina and i headed back to macy's. we bought the pants, then i got us a cab to the restaurant. we arrived before most everyone else and everyone had been like "oooh you won't make it..." fools so dinner was the most entertaining thing ever. everyone just kept getting up and walking around the table to visit with one another. it was really cool. the restaurant guys were really cool about us. but it's probably because our bill was around 1200. within the first fifteen minutes we had finished like, 8 bottels of wine. and only ten people were drinking. it was so funny. after dinner i grabbed my stuff from the hotel then kristina took me up to Sonoma to hang out with her college friends. there were only like, four other people there. but it was still super entertaining. her two roommates were bitching at each other in the kitchen and everyone else was out on the deck to "ignore" it. so i went into the kitchen and stood literally in between them while they were yelling and made myself a drink. one roommate went home with her boyfriend. the other sent her boyfriend home because she was too pissed to put out or something. when we were finally heading to bed i knocked on her door and asked if she wanted to cuddle. she didn't like that much. we woke up two hours later and drove to the airport. i met up with my parents and we flew home. i was still a little drunk. oops. it was fine though because i NEVER drink. Mood: nostalgic Music: Something to do with my Hands - Her Space Holiday

	2005.04.06  14.36 It's a what? . . . UPDATE! hi. it's been a while hasn't it? so i'm 20. not going to school. but i did start up a business and am actively working. i started playing bass again. i've been transposing classical music. baby crying. peace bitches Mood: sleepy Music: taxi driver - gym class heroes

	2004.08.31  21.49 This Providence a diary en route Contained herein is my personal tour diary with only minor modifications. I will be backdating the entries so they are in proper order chronologically. If this is too confusing for some of you ... may God have mercy on your soul. Mood: satisfied Music: Belle and Sebastian - Mayfly

	2004.08.13  11.32 requiem for the eleventh and twelth of august, 2004 current era we played our show on the tenth with blane, inverse, some really screamy band, and break the sky. it was a ton of fun. we played in a pool hall so a lot of kids could listen and just hang out as well. after the show we went out to dinner with blane and the break the sky crew at in-n-out. it was a lot of fun to spend a little more time with all of them. while we were inside (three bands and a few roadies mind you) the attendant kept calling number 81 (or something) to come pick up their food. over a five minute period he probably called it out like, ten times. so finally this girl gets up and goes to get her food. as she is walking past all of us, dutty yells out "walk of shame!" IMMEDIATELY everyone, and i mean EVERYONE, that was with us starts booing and hissing. it was the funniest shit ever. i can't even explain how funny it was. i mean EVERYONE was booing. ah, it was grand. her boyfriend was pissed, but what's he gonna do to 15 people? we said our heart felt goodbye's and drove to vegas. dan drove from twelve to five am. then phil drove us the rest of the way to las vegas. the city of sin. we arrived in las vegas around 9:30. after unloading at a motel (the cheapest mother ... we could find)everyone decided to take a nap or finishe their nights sleep. this motel was dis-gus-ting. there were bullet holes in the wall. there. i think that conveys everything i want to say. phil and i decided to walk the strip. so thats what we did. we walked from the stratosphere down the strip through every casino, excluding the bullcrap ones like the john wayne, down to the bellagio (holy frickin ritz). we crossed the street into paris, then proceeded back up the strip towards our motel. i can not explain all that happened. our trip down and back up the strip took us over seven hours. we say many sights, and many, many girls. ok, this isn't explicit, but it's as explicit as it's going to get. phil and i talked about going up to random girls and asking them to take pictures with us. but we didn't. i'm too much of a loser. and phil . . . well, he didn't do it either. we saw this girl. she was bombascious. she was so freaking unbelievable beautiful. her hair was perfect. her body was . . . amazing. then her mom walked up. holy jeebus. i can't explain how hot her mom was. her mom was wearing this body dress that went to about 4 inches above her knees. it was SUPER skin tight, and as she walked it cupped her ass like . . . i don't know what. it was almost too much just to look at these girls. so we stalked them. it was inevitable that the husband shows up. he greats his daughter and wife, then leads them out of the casino to another casino. he takes the side exit (the one not on the strip but a perpendicular street), and leads them down to a crosswalk. phil and i are following them, but we weren't about to cross the street with them. so we walked past. ten feet after we walked past, we both turn at the exact same time to look them, and the daughter and mother are BOTH looking us in the eyes and smiling. we look at each other and then we look back. only the husband is glaring at us now. we walked back up to the strip, and crossed there, but were able to catch up to them. we think this is the casino they were staying in, because they headed to the elevators, and the husband was no more. so it was just the girls again. they rounded this corner, and phil and i had a short discussion about whether or not we should continue to follow them. then throwing everything to the wind, we continue. immediately around the corner, they are waiting for us leaning against a counter watching for us. i can't truly remember if it was me or phil who said "just keep walking" but whether it was me or phil, there was no way i could stop and talk to these goddesses. they were beyond me. so as we are walking past i made eye contact with the mother. she holds my gaze, then looks me up and down, then holds my gaze again. it was the most erotic gaze i have ever felt in my life. as we were walking past just a couple feet away, i heard the mother say something to her daughter. in french. how sexy is that. they were french. commence drooling. our show in las vegas was canceled due to the underage status of all band members. so instead of going to the show dan and gavin walked about the strip looking for porn, while the rest of us sought out the hookah lounge. we had the inverse merch girl candi with us at this time because she is also underage and couldn't get into the show either. we found the hookah lounge only to discover that it is 21 plus. they sent us west on flamingo, with instructions to turn right onto jones. so we did just that. but after we turned right onto jones we couldn't find the sultan hookah lounge anywhere. after driving almost ten miles we decided to turn around. just before we turned back off of jones we finally saw the sultan. it was fun. expensive. i picked up the tab. go me. we dropped off candi, went back to the strip to pick up dan and gavin. but after the three hours our hookah adventure took they had already returned to the room. after hanging out just for a bit phil, dustin, paul and myself heded out onto the strip to explore the nightlife. actually, paul and dustin just left and told phil and me to meet them at the riviera. so we journeyed forth back out onto the strip. that is an adventure in and of itself. we started to keep track of the whores we say; whether they were asian black, mexican, or white. i forget the exact numbers there were. mostly black women. at one point a prostitute was following us and phil torned to look behind us and she yells out "what!!!1" at us. just a little unnerving. we met dustin and paul outside of the riviera. we began our journey down the strip earlier in the day i had eaten mcdonalds so my stomach was hurting a lot. i decided to head back to th room and let them go off and do whatever they were going to do. on the way home i had a couple of dudes drive up next to me and catcall me. they asked if i was looking for a good time. i told them i was but that i didnt screw dudes. they drove away. got back to the room and started kill bill vol. 2 but dan wanted me to turn it down so i turned on the subtitles. and reading puts me to sleep so it goes without saying i fell asleep. the next day we drove to juma. i was the one to begin the driving that day, and i suck at making any kind of decisions. i thought i should travel parallel to the strip instead of on it due to traffic. boy, that was abad idea. i got us on the wrong side of the freeway and we couldn't get to an onramp. eventually, after flipping multiple bitches, we got pointed in the correct direction.

	2004.08.11  04.13 requiem for the ninth and tenth of august, 2004 current era one of the most fun craziest nights of my life just occurred. not that i haven't done crazier things, but we spent the night at justin from-the-break-the-sky's house, and i haven't had as much fun staying up all night in a long time. we stayed up all night we did. from hacking flying fruit with a samurai sword to watching lidsay crack her dear little head against the pavement to going to jamba juice as soon as it opened in order to take wheat grass shots. we also watched jeila go off alone with two different dudes within an hour of each other. dirty. that was unique. well, maybe no in fresno. the no. as locals like to call it. so before all this happened, we played a show in a barn. it was a pretty good show. before the show, dutty went and got his lip pierced at the creepiest piercing tattoo parlor i have ever seen. this guy was an all out satanist. he had pagan symbols painted EVERYWHERE inside the shop, with a satanic blessing over the doorway. he also had paintings of vishnu and crap like that. evil guy. when i looked in his eyes i saw nothing but sadness and despair. it was rather frightening. we played at these jewish people's house, in their backyard in an old dilapidated barn. it was . . . cool. there were a lot more kids than i had originally expected. and they were all pretty responsive. during tp's set the cops showed up and cut the juice. but break the sky still got up and played their set afterwards. break the sky is an amazing band, destined for great things. not only is their music stellar, but their stage presence [headed by justin] is astounding. it was the best show i have watched on tour[and the best one overall]. after the show we handed out flyers for the new tp cd to everyone as they left and asked them if they were going to nate from-break-the-sky's for the after party. most of them did. the entire tp crew [including yours truly] stayed sober, but not a another soul was. i met and watched this kid named timmy beer bong three beers, then proceed to take about three shots of jd pushing aside the chaser. nutso. later that night he drove home even though every single person told him not to. its sad what the youth of today choose to do. ok, so justins. phil is the master of fusion frenzy. i don't really know where to start. sarah wouldn't stop making fun of me, so i made fun of her a couple times and she got all pissy. women. we had a lot of fun. i don't know how else to describe it. sometime during the night justin and i went in to where paul was sleeping, and justin threw a stuffed animal at him, but he missed and hit a white board above his head, so that fell ontop of him and smacked him across the face. it was HI-larious. after his mom left we went into the room his little sister was sleeping in, and he bounced one of those giant excercise balls off of her sleeping head. that was also funny. we wanted to write stuff on dan, but then we realized that dan probably wouldn't appreciate that sort of thing. once the other band members woke up we went to go see napolean dynamite. i haven't seen it and we got to the theater about ten minutes after the show as supposed to start so i sprinted up to the teller to get my tickets. once the ticket was got i sprinted through the auditorium to find the correct theater. i walked in and saw the last of the credits roll across the screen. however, after situating myself in that oh so comfortable chair, and with the lights dimm, i started to nod off. i only saw about 30 minutes, then i was OUT. i woke up at the very VERY end of the credits and saw the last new scene. this is extremely sad because that means i still haven't seen napolean dynamite. the most terrible news imaginable. driving. Music: Soul Coughing

	2004.08.10  12.56 requiem for the ninth of august, 2004 current era we left ben and brit's then drove. it seems like we were driving everyday, i can't explain it. well we picked up savannah, courtney burnett's cousin, and continued to our show. we arrived at the show pretty late, so we really had to rush to get everything onstage because it turned out we were playing first. we after unloading we had to drive the van around the block and park on the other side of some train tracks. from the back door of the venue you could still see it, but there were three fences in the way. two metal ones, and one plastic fence set up by a restaurant so that people could drink outside. throughout the night i ended up having to jump the fences about four times, and completely destroyed the plastic one. on accident of course. it was really flimsy. the venue was the gaslighter theater. the people were crazy hardcore punkrockers. it ought to go without sayingm, but i'll still say it, we were not accepted with the most open arms. i did meet a couple of girls who simply loved us. they came to see blane, but blane was playing at a different gaslighter theater venue across town. i don't really understand why they have two gaslighter theaters, but who cares. due to the lack of love we were absorbing from the locals we decided to pack it all up a little early. it was really intense. i think i was the major pressure to leave that night, but it was because when i would ask kids if they enjoyed the show, they would say "no, don't come back" and shit like that. unacceptable for rising rock stars. we couldn't get our payout for the evening until the end of the night, so we went and got a bit to eat. i think at mcdonalds. in fact, i'm sure at mcdonalds, it was the first time on tour we ate at a mcd's. we headed back to the show, and got payed. we had to drive a couple towns over to savannah's house, and i was asleep before we got there. once inside, i just passed out. phil and dustin went for a 2 hour walk. i heard they found some gold, but it was gone today. we wanted to leave by nine am so we could meet up with hawthorne in order to go see napoleaon dynamite, but we didn't start even getting up until almost ten. we ate a great breakfast, drank [the finest coffee i consumed on tour], chatted with the missis, and hit the rode[i actually wrote it that way. wtf]. and here we are now. Music: "i kissed a drunk girl" - don't know who by