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In what can only be described as some sort of digital compulsion, I’ve tapped this post out on my Windows Mobile phone. Sitting in SEA-TAC waiting for my flight to Los Angeles, I tried unsuccessfully to get my work laptop to borrow this phone’s network connection, so here my thumbs fly just to remind myself (and the eight of you) of my geek cred.

I’ll be in Santa Monica tonight and then at the California Science Center tomorrow morning for a fairly interesting MSN announcement. The NOE and I will be meeting up in Westwood tomorrow afternoon, and anyone in that hood with something to complain about should ping me to meet up!

This past Friday I hopped a flight to SFO to meet Ryan for a lavish tour of Virgin America’s new A320. I’ve never seen a plane seat so fresh as these, which I suppose can be attributed to the Department of Transportation not allowing Virgin America to operate apparently on account of their minority foreign investment. It’s really disappointing to see how far-reaching our national ignorance really is, though I have faith in the superior travel experience these cats can provide; The market will sort them out.

After a glorious In-N-Out burger with Ryan, I headed south for some catch up with the hometown crew. Monzel, Rini, and I spent an evening flying Target-bought remote control aircraft in the Stanford mall parking lot. It felt good to get up to a bit of the old juvenile nonsense.

The rest of the weekend was a bit blurry, with a quick trip to Ameoba Music with Dan where I bought a proper feast for my ears. Saturday night I through my old house, which will be scraped off the planet early next month. I stood in the street choking up for a few minutes, the realization that I’ll never see ‘my home’ again weighing heavier than I had anticipated.

Sunday I interviewed Ryan for some personal profiles I’m producing for channel 10, and then wrapped up my time with dinner at Los Charros (where I caught my parents, who apparently have been going there as often as I used to). I got to the airport early, though ultimately that proved foolish, as I went to the wrong one.

Monzel was kind enough to come get me and deposit me on his couch for the evening, before getting me on the first flight out Monday, just under the wire I might add. All in all it was one of the most exciting weekends on record, despite spending every night on a different couch.

This morning I’m calling on all six of you (ok ok, three of you) to help me choose a pair of spectacles. I need a style counsel and the best I’ve got is you lot, so don’t go letting me down.

While I don’t often wear glasses, my ability to resolve things from a long distance seems to have become more impaired in the past few years. I have no doubt that all of this time spent porn hunting working has done a number on my old blues, so now you’ll be seeing the bespectacled me quite a bit more often.

As you can probably tell, the tortoise-shelled frames are winning in my own personal election. This is probably because I would rest better in the knowledge that a hideous, harmless, friend-to-girl-and-boy like a tortoise was slaughtered in order to make me appear more intelligent.

Please do click the ‘comment’ link at the bottom of this post and chime in. I love hearing from anybody, and I don’t ever entirely trust myself with decisions of taste - remember when I laid out that girl in grade six?

One final note: keep in mind you can click on any of these photos to be taken to the appropriate Flickr page. From there you should be able to click the little ‘All Sizes’ button to go into full pore-counting mode.

Now show how much you care about our troops and vote!

“All I know is I gotta start growin’ dope and like get my life back on track, or Lucy’s gonna leave me.” –Ricky.

In the final sequence of A New Hope, Luke, Han, and Chewbacca all recieve medals from Princess Leia. Han’s shirt collar is buttoned up, though he is otherwise wearing his exact same set of clothes. Fuck formal wear.