TJ dog from the stand at 25th and C Streets.
For Home Made Carne Asada Fries.
With Guacamole.
Western Steakburger Deluxe (topped with gyro meat).
Noodles and meatballs.
SIA Glass Knäckebröd Ice Cream.
(By the way if the last two posts weren’t clues enough, I’m safe in Sweden).
I went to Davis this weekend for Picnic Day. It’s the annual day that every college town has where townies show up on campus to learn and do family-oriented stuff, and all the students start drinking at dawn. It was pretty awesome, and officially my last Picnic Day ever, as I’m totally old now. In my 7 straight Picnic Days, this was only the 3rd or so that incorporated sunshine. Here’s some kickass snapshots of the weekend. (more…)
April’s been rad so far. Weekend before last, I went to Kobey’s Swap Meet with my friend Kari, and bought expired food products. Eat shit, FDA! Here’s her with some sweet-ass Pop Tarts.
I then helped my brother’s roomates hang up carpetting on their refinished garage. They turned an unpowered, bare drafty space into a pretty sweet practice space/studio with sound insulation everywhere.
And the finished product:
Not much happened during the mid-week, though – I “officially” put my notice in, is all.
The next weekend, some friends and I rocked some cheap beer and went to a house party show. Technical rock extravaganza. Here’s Witt. They’re all in high school, and they shred harder than most 60 year olds.
And Fever Sleeves just got some good news about some DC legend personally mixing their upcoming 7″. Here they are, destroying.
The next day I went to Balboa Park for the annual rummage sale. It was a zoo – I could only deal long enough to pick up some sweet old Swedish pint glasses (I don’t think Norrlands Bryggeriet is in business anymore) and a puzzle. Here was the 1/4 mile long line to get in:
I then went to IKEA for meatballs (call it a practice session), and then to the beach for a hang out session. There was some rad paraglider surfing happening. We played bocce ball and did flips off of sand dunes.
I bought a pair of glasses for the beach. Here’s Cassie and myself modelling them today at the pizzeria. And I made a new addition to the tip jar.
I’m going to try to hnker down and write as much music as possible over the next two weeks, when I’m not tying up loose ends at the ol’ job.
I’ve been really slacking on recording music lately. Having a laptop and being able to lounge around the living room slugging back a Diet Coke WHILE TOTALLY SURFIN’ THE WEB is too appealing, so my drum parts sit unfinished (I’m having trouble with a particular blastbeat that’s going to be doubled in stereo and distorted and thrown under a slow, growling organ, that’s right). I even watched some UNIVERSAL SOLDIER last night instead of compositing takes like I said I would.
I have plane tickets. I’m leaving on the 7th and arriving in Lund on the 8th. The first thing I do after dropping stuff off at my place (all confirmed, just need Western Union to take my money) is head up the street to Willy’s to buy milk, yogurt, granola, ice cream, and candy. Here’s what’s in store for me:
When I get a wild hair up my ass and decide to for once pay the exorbitant prices for milk here, I am faced with a conundrum: refreshing but admittedly watered-down 1%? Or creamy, delicious, frothy 2% that sits like some liquid kind of rock in your stomach for the rest of the day? Once again, Sweden destroys all other countries, EVER, in the dairy field. Introducing 1,5% Fetthalt. That comma is the same thing as a decimal, in case you’re wondering. They found the perfect balance of 1 and 2 percentage milks, while the rest of the western world is twiddling their thumbs and complaining about lactose intolerance.
For some reason, Sweden is the only country that does fruit-mixed yogurt right. Yoggi’s “light” yogurt doesn’t have the sweetener aftertaste that the Dannon’s does here. The current US dairy culture (YES I JUST SAID THAT) decrees that the health-conscious yogurt buyer may have either that artificially sweetened, “light” variety of yogurt, or a fat free yogurt bursting with high-glycemic index sugars. Yoggi takes the best of both worlds, takes away any shortcomings or compromises, and delivers the best yogurt known to man. Note the ingenious Tetra-Pak-ing of the product. Real talk.
Sia are ice cream masters. Their knäckebröd ice cream is the most perfect dairy confection known to man. I’d bring everybody back some on the plane if it were possible.
See that yellow piece in the corner? The red ones are strawberry, the center is a creamy marshmallow-type candy, and by eating one you are looking down the flavor barrel of a JORDGUBB PISTOL. A Strawberry Pistol. I will (and have in the past) be eating these by the pounds. My favorite candy ever.
Other than that, I’ll be putting in my notice for sure on Friday. Nervous and happy (after today’s 16.75 hour work day).
This is, bar none, what I will miss most about America’s Finest City. I’m going to have to make my own heart attacks from scratch from now on. And believe me, as long as there is a carniceria (nobody born in this country can make proper carne preparada para asar) anywhere close to me, I will be doing so.
I’m putting in my notice tomorrow, and I’m scared shitless.
