i'm impressed with myself.

7 (7!) mile hike yesterday in topanga canyon park. breathtaking. overlooks the entire city, from malibu to los angeles. didn't flinch once, even though it's pretty much uphill the entire time. stunning, reminded me why i live here.

my legs are barely aching today (thanks to some advil).

we're in sync.

i sent a text to the wrong person this weekend. could have been bad, but i cleaned it up quick.

complications

yes, drew, i'm well aware of how complicated it all is. my friend mark and i were discussing this over breakfast. and it's true. you have to be careful. but... no risk, no reward. and we only have the present. so... i say dive in.

our friendship survived a break up. lucky us.

i love thunder. i wish we had more of it here.

come on, california, really?

how is iowa more progressive than california?
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/04/us/04iowa.html?_r=1&ref=global-home

i'm up, i'm up, i'm up...

dinner at ivy on the shore last night, with friends, or friends of t's i should say. looooove them, though. and now they're my friends, too. love that. perks of a relationship - more friends! they came on bikes. i need to learn how to ride a bike. i half know. t thinks the fact that i was never taught borders on child abuse. i'm a little terrified of them. kind of pathetic.

also, we're thinking of maybe, possibly of going to coachella. maybe. antony is playing. would be amazing.

also, i miss coffee. like, a lot.

did you see the bruno trailer yesterday?

you belong in l.a.

the most self congratulatory town in the world. you'd think it were paris in the 1920's.

best drew line, maybe, ever

"it was a very disturbing moment when i realized that air supply consisted of 2 men, singing"

read the road less travelled

then we can talk. that song, by the way, fucking incredible. up there with journey's faithfully as best 80's ballad ever. let's name more...

l.a. version

gjelina
hatfield's
loteria, farmer's market
little next door
osteria angelini

make yourself useful

top 5 eateries in new york. your joints.

ummmm

when isn't drew jewy?

how about this?

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/29920588/

council

today is genie's birthday. have you been to her store on atlantic ave yet? cuuuute girls there, drew.

death and taxes

how absurd is this? a) my boss didn't withdraw enough from my paycheck, so i owe money. but on top of that, i paid for my own health insurance for 9 out of the 12 months last year and it's not tax deductible. because i paid less than $2,000. ah, adulthood.

i've been to striphouse. i remember.

i've never been to momofuku, however.

african safari

went. was 18. to this day, the best trip of my life.

the palm

by the way went there last night. luger's is better. always will be.

sigur ros

you nailed it. was driving home from palm springs a few weekends ago, the sky was an enormous expanse, the stars sharp and clear and they were blasting. transcendent.

also craving

catherine holstein's entire spring line.

she nailed it, years ago

tracy chapman's new beginnings

dream vacation.

currently fly to bari, stay in puglia for five days or so then take the ferry over to the dalmatian coast. i am determined to do this.

also i want to go back to paris. last time i was there i was 14, and starving myself.

just stumbled in. west coast time. off coffee. rough. been a month. i see people crawling to work, cups in hand and am envious. maybe i should go back on.

antony and the johnson's cover of leonard cohen's 'if it be your will'

still waking up. more in a few.

what are you doing right now?

im chatting with 5 people on gchat, 1 on facebook, apparently i am blogging, and im creating database access groups at work...all while listening to Nutshell (alice in chains) --> always a woman (billy joel)

this will be an ongoing piece on this weblog. snapshots of our ADD laden existences

danz hit me.

religiously musical

don't let sufjan stevens fall off the playlists. that record will definitely stand the test of time. john wayne gacy, jr is an absolute masterpiece.

im blessed with some mindless work today so im really indulging in my ipod. and lemme say this...there is something almost religious about a crescendo in a sigur ros piece. or like...that moment in my body is a cage (arcade fire) or all i need (radiohead in rainbows) where you just wanna tear your chest open so your soul and heart are naked to experience the music first hand. or a heart wrenching melody from blonde redhead or emily haines or antony, where if you did expose your heart...it would just simply melt. or a cheerful and optimistic musical voyage like divided sky (phish) where you just wanna run as fast as you can to a mountain top...take deep breathes that invigorate and calm you at once, and admire the earth's immensity.

danielle?

i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and i love you and you are precious and

ok...breakfast

my breakfast consisted of therapy at 8am, 2 bananas, a small bag of peanuts and a cup of coffee...and this new mix played on random...and to answer the question that nobody asked...absolutely not...andrew is not afraid to juxtapose the beatles T-Pain and sigur ros...its a wretched beauty.

so by never attend dinner parties cuz im like so manhattan...i mean....:-/

so after all the shit i talked yesterday...whatd i end up doing last night? attending a dinner party in the Lower East Side. Did the drew bring wine? NOPE. but...the love was there nonetheless. There was a tempeh vegetable stir fry over brown rice and that pellegrino was flowin (i was the lone asshole with a glass of bourbon).

it was four humans (me included)...

...a chihuahua named Lola...




...and a sharpe/pug mix named Coco who only gets away with how crazy she is cuz shes so fuckin cute its ridiculous. total nutjob though

you definitely may baby. but whatever...doogie howser's parents were 15 years apart and they spawned doogie fuckin howser...so fuck the haters :-). todds the man.

miss you too. wish we were at inoteca right now, eating truffle toast. birthday dinner for the boy tonight. maybe i should say man. he's 43 today. i'm 28. that's a 15 year spread. do i have daddy issues?

i made a playlist of 171 sad songs today

just to calm down how happy ive been. now im just playing guitar solos on top of them alone in my lower east side apartment. im gonna pop into suite orchard and see louis and the girls and then let robin make me dinner while i drink her bottle of makers.

danz. i miss you. i love you. i wish you were here with me.

hate is a strong word.

i mean strongly dislike. oi. i've been living in l.a. too long. i'm getting too soft...

you know what?

i hate neil labute. did you read the nytimes mag piece on him?

correction

genesis waaaaaay before jesus, drew. speaking of which, maybe i should just get a phd in early christianity and just call it a day. loooooove jesus studies. my father would be so proud.

feel this!

drew aint gotta tv. i download movies/tv shows from the internet. the reason i dont pay for cable is cuz id prolly wind up watching rock of love repeats and true hollywoood stories about evan rachel wood.

OVER IT

my current obsessions include

in no particular order:

kukicha tea.
chekhov's short stories.
the salmon sandwich at brighton coffee shop.
van morrison's philosopher stone.
you tubing 80's videos.
tracy ginsberg's paintings.

RE: Loud and Clear

honey...i dont read books. when i lived in Brooklyn i did cuz i had a 35 minute train ride each way every day. cant we just discuss blogs, headlines, websites and articles like every other ADD infested american?

jk...most americans dont read anything that isnt printed on construction paper and blabbering about some invalids interpretation of a retard's epiphany branded proudly with some sort of jesus quote (32:62 genesis)

just so i have a feel

do you watch reality tv?

well danzerz...

living in manhattan it is a rare occasion that i dine at somebody's house...so living here in civilization we can usually depend on wine being served with whatever masterful meal we choose to ingest.

but yes. i think it is the least one could do if somebody invites you over to their home for a meal.

That being said...and you may be fairly acquainted with this aspect of myself...i tend to go a little overboard with the excitement because it is so rare that i engage in this sort of activity...that when i should bring a bottle or two of wine i show up with a hundred fuckin dollar jumbo shrimp cocktail platter from whole foods...cuz i fuckin BALL OUT like that.

what UP!

loud and clear

you love shrimp cocktail. bad jew. wanna go on a cleanse with me?

speaking of etiquette, drew. do you bring wine every time you have dinner at friend's house...?

danz? do you hear me?

i think the concept here is that because we are both sort of kinda maybe involved with other people (ok...fine, youre practically married and im practically single...fuck all yall) that we can hang in public places...so nothing...yknow...happens.

so world...here we are. we are yours to see. we converse under the supervision of the public. even though most of you are fucking retards out there...we still submit to your voyeurism. so watch two people who are likely smarter funnier and interestinger (yeah i fuckin said it) than you talk some shit about whats poppin out there, or in our interestinger lives...you fuckin jerks! DONT STEAL HER FROM ME!

problem

how are people going to know who's writing what?

ok...my dilemma

who, honestly, is really affected by my flatulence in the office? nobody's ever said anything to me and ive unbashedly punished my desk chair through about 10 offices over about 12 years. i assume that im guarded by some shield of office etiquette that disuades any coworkers from making such a bold accusation.

anyway. im the punisher....and sometimes i get a little too close for comfort.

the closest ive come to getting caught (and office mens room doesnt matter...that shit is a fuckin shitshow man...no thought for keeping the peace...straight anatomical brass section crescendo) was when i was waiting for the single cup coffee maker to drip me some prepackaged french roast, and i let a dumpling fart roar out like a wack to a loose bass drum. in walks my coworker, this sweet young girl...and opens the fridge and looks up at me and asks with the innocence of a baby deer...

...what the fuck died in the fridge?

thank fucking god

the entirely irrelevant 83 year old royal british broad now has an obama blessed video ipod. 100 bucks says she packs it in moth balls

http://thecaucus.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/04/01/her-majestys-royal-ipod/

chewing on channukah gilt in april

im really letting myself go. its a bad look man. anyhow...ive been carting a yammi in my backpack since 4th of july weekend...totally unintentional

http://cache.daylife.com/imageserve/00zXesXcye5uX/610x.jpg