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thinker. I people watch, I take
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Any room on that band wagon for me?

Every moment I leave my house I feel like I am being tossed into the dark ages. It’s not because of how many poor are in san francisco, but rather because my phone is dinky and unsatisfying. What if I need to know something important, information only answered online. Or what about the pointless inner banter I have in my head swarming around, shits gotta get answered somehow.

Why am I turning my back on my phone? There are reasons beyond the superficial for sure. No battory life, no Internet, prone to dropped calls. I need something that could fit my needs, moreover help me to be both more productive and expansive. Getting a smart phone would be a viable option. But which so I get and how to keep myself from getting hosed by pointless charges? A viable solution would to get an iphone. It would eliminate my car GPS, my phone and my first gen itouch I love so dearly. Wallet, keys, superphone could life get simpler?

It sounds promising if not for the obvious: virtual keys, expense, a wait (if I’m going to get an iPhone I’m going to wait for the up and coming v3). That’s a wait till atleast July. Gross.

The only thing else on the market that remotely strikes my interest is the Black Berry Bold 9000. I’ll admit I like how this phone looks and feels. I could see myself constantly interrupting productive people around the office, to update them in the middle of the week on how my weekend went, talk about my vintage wood speed boat, passivly making everyone feel stupid about boats by over describing the difference between wood and fiberglass. I would then be like, “hold on” ………… (fiddling with the Black Berry)……….”sorry that was my masseuse, back to my important story”.

The keyboard works really well for me but the lack of applications on it makes me wince. I supposed that’s what you get when you settle for a phone made for corperate bigwigs. I’m not even sure if it would work well for blogging, is there a Tumblr app? And how good is it with music? Le sigh.

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Hill City / Fog City

Will this company ever come to fruition? 

When it does can we sell flip flops and sunglasses. Too cool for school. Maybe limited edition skateboards, do a little sport sponsoring? I want people to be like, “shit are those from Hill City Fog City Hill City…? Do they have them in purple?”

Well, let me tell you what. They DO come in purple.

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I strongly believe in human rights, and I believe that the gay, straight, or transgender deserve the right to marry and have the same rights. After Proposition 8 got passed yesterday, illegalizing gay marriages, San Francisco became a powder keg. Yesterday I joined up on a march against Prop 8 and to take some pictures. When I first tried to find the group I couldn’t find them at City Hall. After 15 min of following the police sirens and helicopters in the sky, I found them walking up to the Castro. I found this interesting because aren’t you supposed to walk against the opposition? It seemed to me that marching to the Castro was a subtle hint of retreat. When we all reached Castro people sat in the streets and talked about what they should do next. Various people talked about why marriages should be legal for everyone. Preaching to the Choir.  Finally, the militant people in the group had enough, and decided that San Francisco was “their city”, and they should march down on City Hall. I thought, now we are getting somewhere. Everyone pridefully grabbed their signs and marched against the corrupt system. It was like a riot. People walked against traffic with complete disregard of safety, police motorcycles swerved all over to stop cars from hitting people. It was bad ass, and nothing could stop them. Or so I thought. Out of nowhere we heard it, Gloria Estefan’s hit song 1-2-3. And then I saw the source of the music, coming in the opposite direction back up Market to Castro was a huge float, filled with gay men dancing. I could see the politically charged march slowing down, walkers looking at each other, starting to split. Half wanted to go party in the streets of Castro. And the rest wanted to march on City Hall. I opted to go with the weaker City Hall group to see where this would take them.  I found myself at City Hall as the only bystander taking photos of 15 people trying to act tough against 100 police officers. On the steps were two lines of cops, and City Hall security behind them. To the left and right of the steps were two rows of 6 police officers, park side had 10 motorcycle cops, and in the streets were 3 paddy wagons. I really wanted something drastic to happen for my camera but instead 2 people got arrested while the rest tried to play the, “hup! just walking by” routine. Very comical, everyone wants to be a martyr until the cops arrive.

I strongly believe in human rights, and I believe that the gay, straight, or transgender deserve the right to marry and have the same rights. After Proposition 8 got passed yesterday, illegalizing gay marriages, San Francisco became a powder keg.

Yesterday I joined up on a march against Prop 8 and to take some pictures. When I first tried to find the group I couldn’t find them at City Hall. After 15 min of following the police sirens and helicopters in the sky, I found them walking up to the Castro. I found this interesting because aren’t you supposed to walk against the opposition? It seemed to me that marching to the Castro was a subtle hint of retreat. When we all reached Castro people sat in the streets and talked about what they should do next. Various people talked about why marriages should be legal for everyone. Preaching to the Choir. 

Finally, the militant people in the group had enough, and decided that San Francisco was “their city”, and they should march down on City Hall. I thought, now we are getting somewhere. Everyone pridefully grabbed their signs and marched against the corrupt system. It was like a riot. People walked against traffic with complete disregard of safety, police motorcycles swerved all over to stop cars from hitting people. It was bad ass, and nothing could stop them. Or so I thought.

Out of nowhere we heard it, Gloria Estefan’s hit song 1-2-3. And then I saw the source of the music, coming in the opposite direction back up Market to Castro was a huge float, filled with gay men dancing. I could see the politically charged march slowing down, walkers looking at each other, starting to split. Half wanted to go party in the streets of Castro. And the rest wanted to march on City Hall. I opted to go with the weaker City Hall group to see where this would take them. 

I found myself at City Hall as the only bystander taking photos of 15 people trying to act tough against 100 police officers. On the steps were two lines of cops, and City Hall security behind them. To the left and right of the steps were two rows of 6 police officers, park side had 10 motorcycle cops, and in the streets were 3 paddy wagons. I really wanted something drastic to happen for my camera but instead 2 people got arrested while the rest tried to play the, “hup! just walking by” routine. Very comical, everyone wants to be a martyr until the cops arrive.

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Another blog, what the fuck?

No. Not another blog as in “one of the million blogs out there”, what I mean is “why scrap my others and start this one?”

Well for starters, if I treat my identity on the Internet any way like I treat my bedroom closet, I have a tendency to collect too much and ignore the ancient art of keeping things in order.

I have three email addresses, two Facebook accounts, one Flickr account, one Twitter account, one Myspace account, one LinkdIn account, I had two blogs, and not to mention my two portfolio websites. I am just tired of dealing with all the virtual clutter, but I am not ready to buy into an all encompassing solution like Google’s built in tools or Apple’s .MobleMe. So, I am downsizing, relieving myself of such a heavy burden to keep up, or those things that I ignore entirely.

So for fuck sake - why another blog?

Up until now I have had a theory. The more we put into the web the more I proportionately get get out of it. When you start using the Internet, you use it to find information. You can’t expect any more from it than what you can find searching. But over time, the more you put of yourself on the web, the more the information starts looking for you. This is the exact reason why Facebook became so popular. Old friends would find you after you sign up, it’s very simple. 

This proportion theory, up till now, is the main reason why I have shared so much garbled personal information online. If I were a mathematician I would have constructed some sort of curve diagram to pinpoint effectiveness of the personal info put online against things that you have gotten out of it. Instead I am left to shitty analogies so bear with me.

While sitting upside down on my couch partially watching the Steve Wilkos show, feeling the blood go to my head, I had an epiphany. My theory is completely flawed because I forgot the very crucial variable, having purpose.

I am not feeding birds on a park bench with breadcrumbs, I am putting quarters into a soda machine. I have to have motive behind my actions online to attain results, just like I would in real life. I can’t just scatter information and hope something comes back to me by fluke. This is the reason for this blog. 

In addition to attempt information consolidation, I really want to write when I have a point. Although enthusiastic, I will try to write realistically and not like some bloated ego. Just because I am online doesn’t exempt me from being myself. I have to be explicable.

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