burn on

Burn On (Remastered LP Version) - Randy Newman

I told mom of my plans to drive up the PCH to San Francisco and maybe continue all the way up to Vancouver. I think she thought I was crazy, but it's hardly crazy. In fact, its a really simple trip. only problem is, there are about 100 places I want to go right now--I'm not sure where the PCH trip fits on my list.

So, last night I hung out with Zach for his 30th birthday. He didn't seem thrilled to be 30. But really, 30's not so bad; my year's sucked but not because of my age. Anyway, evertime I hang out with them, i remember again why I no longer smoke. Being stuck in a room with like 8 smokers all exhaling onto me, man... i still reek. I really enjoyed smoking when I did. The act of smoking, that is. The inhaling, exhaling. Not the nicotine. I actually hated the nicotine. But the physical act--that's what I liked. But I can't remember smelling so bad. Maybe it's becaus I did most of my smoking outside (or in my car, i suppose). Selective memory, I guess.

SO, I'm toying with the idea of going to Pittsburgh to the Warhol museum saturday. They're showing the Vader Project until May 3--which I think has never been in a 'real' museum before. It looks awesome and I'd really love to see it, but I'm not sure I want to go by myself. I can't decide...but it would be mighty cool to go. hrmmmm.