i am on michael lau's jock. he makes vinyl figurines. and sells them for over a hundred fifty dollars a pop. whoa sick'em. i want to collect them all. all the cool ones anyway. which means all of them. crap. where am i going to get millions of dollars to finance my new vinyl figurine collection? he has a line of little hip hop guys. and some of them even look asian (not that it matters. because i'm an equal opportunity figurine lover). i think i'm in love. i've found my little pint sized obsessions. this could keep me going for years. who needs girls when you can spend a buck fifty on limited edition, respect garnering, eye pleasing, six inch rubber things bursting with fun and individuality? michael's homepage is here. but it's in chinese. so i can't read it.

believe me. i know cool when i see it. and nyc bloggers is way cool. the design and implementation is incredibly well done. and let's not forget the idea. wow. i wish i was smart enough to have thought of something like this. i wish i still lived in new york so i could put my blog on it. actually, i've never lived in new york. just new jersey. so i'm just like the other millions of wannabe new yorkers. i think i'm gonna pretend i live with greg and register under his subway stop.

i purchased inspiration today. at barnes and noble. two pieces of it. one for fifteen dollars and another for six. exorbitant prices i'm sure. for a pair of magazines. in my defense, frank had a ten percent discount card. i hate going to magazine racks. because i get to see/read about people doing all these cool and wonderful things-- in the music, athletic, vehicular, lifestyle, hobby, writing, graphic design, photography, computer, everything worlds.



reading a stack of magazines always leaves me with a deflated sinking feeling. because after i've gorged on the ideas of others, i have to leave the world of glossy paper and think about what i can do. in the real world. i want to be one of those people in the magazines. or behind the magazines. heck, i might even be happy selling these magazines and getting invites to special parties and cool events..... the highs and lows of browsing the magazine rack at a major bookstore are indescribable.



normally, i don't buy anything, because i figure that i can just read what i want in the store, with jamba juice in hand. but today, i took the bold step of spending a little over twenty dollars for two magazines (flaunt and big). daring. adventurous. ultimately perhaps a waste of money. but my intentions are good.

"While the racket of the philosophizing mystics rested on the claim that man is unable to know the external world, the racket of the psychologizing mystics rests on the claim that man is unable to know his own motivation. The ultimate goal is the same: the undercutting of man's mind." -ayn rand-



What do you make of this? Do you think that man is capable of understanding his own motivation?

posted by The Wizard



I would say that if you don't think so, then you aren't really a man. Or a woman. I mean, honestly. We know our motivations. Deep down. Or even very consciously, we know why we do things. And the only reason we appear confused is so that we can remain slippery when grasped for reason by other people.

posted by Tin Man



Whoa. Hum. I thought that was just you? Are you sure everyone does this?

posted by The Wizard



I think some people have gotten so used to not examining their motivations-- so in essence, they are reacting from instinct-- that they are actually confused. But that is just being dishonest with yourself. I don't care if you lie to me. But don't lie to yourself. Admit why you do things. So you don't have to be in an epic drama all the time.

posted by Tin Man



That's perhaps a little harsh don't you think?

posted by The Wizard



Perhaps. But it's true.

if you don't like the way your blog looks and you want a change. and you don't want to pay me five hundred gajillion dollars for my "work". you can go to blogskins. it's really easy to set up and use. you might have to modify some of it though. and re-add whatever comment system you use. but to redecorate a little, blogskins has a cornucopia of designs. of course, you could just let the might of your words stand alone but goodness knows, i'm too superficial to just have a blank space with type. maybe we're different. i dunno.

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how the @#$! would i know?

and if i did know, would i really say

but let me assure you, i don't really know

this is just a plea for help

if u came here looking for answers

we should probably not hang out much

it's been a long long weekend. from thursday till tuesday. not that any weekend is really that different from my normal life. i don't work. i don't have set responsibilities. so really i just feel drained from too much fun. and the fact that i'm on the verge of complaining about it will probably sicken others. so i won't complain. it does suck when people pull away from the driveway though. after fun. and you go back inside and feel kind of empty. i get that feeling alot. i guess because we do so much coming and going. but without the going, there would be no coming. so it all works out.



a run down of this weekend would probably put people to sleep. but hell. i have nothing better to say. we watched lots of movies. ocean's eleven. the others. mulholland drive (which really deserves it's own entry. later). we went out three times. once in LA and twice down here. george came down. my cousins came down. susan and ana came down. nearly everyone else came home (except for gaga who went up. but for good reason). so we had lots of cars. and lots of single drivers. and lots of belated plans. and lots of "what do we do now's?" and lots of staying up late. waking up late, and lots eating. all par for the course. i wish everyone had two way pagers. i'm attracted to them for some reason. not attracted in a sick drooling way. but just in a "i wish everyone had one" way. big difference. i was also distantly attracted to some hot girls at the beach. but no more about that.



adam defied gravity and stunned us with a throwing exhibition. and james didn't eat the excess fat and junk from a prime rib. even for fifty dollars. i met some of george's sdsu friends. and i'd never really met any of george's friends before, so i was finally reduced to just, "jon. george's brother." i felt really special at the clubs because we either (a) gave the bouncer $20 and a hint of cleavage to skip the line or (b) skipped the line and had coupons for discounts at the door. i felt like a F-list celebrity and slightly important. i wanted to smirk at the people in line but then i remembered that that's usually me, so i resisted.



there was also some panty shopping involved. and some talks about porn and strip clubs and nuns and *bleep*....... but who needs to hear about that? i'm pretty much partied out. my knee is dancing functional. i need to burn more CDs. just got my last two hepatitis shots. my arms are sore. i need to decide by tonight when/if i return to china. so yup. big day.



note to self: this is apparently what it feels like to have a life. and not to have the time nor the inclination to blog everyday. how novel a life approach.