Thursday, December 24, 2009

Too Soon For The Year in Review?

In no particular order.

Top five places I traveled to in 2009:
1. Ireland
2. Tokyo
3. The same hotel as Ghostface Killa in Belgium
4. Amsterdam
5. Okinawa
6. New York City
7. Austin, TX
8. The East side of town
9. Osaka

Top five phrases that I heard a lot:
1. Can I hop on your laptop for a bit?
2. You got new pants. I didn't really think of you as a jeans guy.
3. Thank you.
4. Will you ever learn?
5. When is ____ going to be done?
6. Yes.

Top five stuff that I thought a lot:
1. My life is too much fun.
2. I should throw a ___ party.
3. What should the name of my new band be?
4. I'm sorry.
5. I woke up too early.

Top five things I want to say:
1. I miss making dinner for you.
2. I'm not really sure what the deal is.
3. There are new, undiscovered forms of joy. Right?
4. pedal steel is fun to play
5. I meant it.

Keywords for 2009:
Dinner, lunch, breakfast, ticket, Bionade, email, MegaBus, fix, repair, lamp, sprouts, DVR, campus, phone, text, Twitter, Facebook, tumblr, dude, relationship, party, travel, cruise, writing, teaching, human subjects, trust, singer, IP address, business, bass line, tahini, password, B-line, board game, burrito, roommate, soulmate, boring, Mama's korean restaurant, Snow Leopard, cassettes, friends, rice, kombucha, country music, blanket, Europe, subway, Subway, bathroom, airport, dishwasher, early, sleeping, shows, exciting, German through pictures, car, flickr, computer, iPhone, blog, privacy, Obama, Bakehouse, basil, walks, Japan, far-mar, beard, quote, douchebag, timing, timezone, internet, Andy, gas station, surfing lessons, ravioli, wrestling, acceptable, terabyte, unacceptable, hot dog, beats, Okinawa, birthday, sickness, lucky, search, candy, chocolate, Calpis, cucumber, PureData, widow, Arduino, camera, push-ups, broken, love, time, block, Juggalo, trifling, arrangements, battery, head lamp, board game, pedal steel guitar, friends, hipster, Dr. Steve Bruhl, early, late, worry, test, laundry, Friday Night Lights, Modern Family, dark socks, talk nerdy to me, Melvins, hotel, barbecue, van, Ingo, ginger, mandoline, circus peanut, Metallica, Halloween, Jambi, overrated, Blokus, train, humping dog, SIM card, silver fox, Netflix.

Top five movies I saw in 2009:
Mister Lonely, Good Morning. The Wild and Wonderful Whites of West Virginia. Oh, and Festen.

Top five albums that came out in 2009:
Whooooo caaaaares.

Top five bromantic crushes of 2009:
Dave Walter
Tyler Damon

Top five iPhone apps I actually use
1. Mail
2. Safari
3. Facebook
4. TweetDeck
5. GV Mobile
6. Prowl
7. Drop7
8. Phone
9. RjDj
10. Maps

Top five purchases of 2009:
1. new coat
2. Panera that one time
3. pedal steel guitar
4. brown rice
5. mandoline slicer
that reminds me, I need to get a kevlar glove.
6. dark socks
7. humidifier
8. another lamp
9. stuff from UniQlo
10. new shoes (purple)
11. portrait in Osaka

Monday, December 14, 2009

Brozen Felipe


Tuesday, December 08, 2009

Young, Limitless

Here's to an explosive night on earth! May it always feel this young and limitless. I hope to always live with the gift of fascination.

A little pedal steel meditation I was jamming earlier:


Monday, December 07, 2009

Tuesday, December 01, 2009

My Dad's Book Dedication and a Minor Misprint


My dear dad recently published a book in Brazil.
This time he dedicated it to me and my mom.
But there was a small misprint.

Dad's Book Dedication, small misprint

The dedication reads "To Barbara and our Michel."
"Michel" isn't the Portuguese way of spelling Michael or anything. It's just a typo.
Or it's my dad's way of getting me to think that I got a book dedication when the book is actually for Mom and my dad's friend named Michel (although I am not aware of such a person).

But seriously though, I am very proud of my dad. In case you're wondering, this book is about The Posthumous Memoirs of Brás Cubas, a novel written by Brazil's most distinguished author, Machado de Assis. The title of my dad's book means "The Rattle of Brás Cubas." Like a baby's rattle.

Someday (although I might have to save this one for the afterlife) I will first read The Posthumous Memoirs of Brás Cubas and then see what my dad wrote about it in his book. I'll have to read both of these books slowly and with the help of a dictionary, as my Portuguese is not what it once was. And even when it once was, it probably wasn't enough to read heavy stuff like this.

On the back cover, the last line, centered, says this:
Valem as perguntas
"The questions are worth more than the answers."

I love my dad!