sxsw Day 4

-late start
-party passes
-kurt cobain
nap
-megan's phonecall
-bus ride
-sitting with craig's mom
-guest list
-success
-booze

sxsw Day 3

-the ten panel
-lounge
-trade show
-swag is
-books
-surpise interview with the boys cell phone
-elrod's back
-wish I had a camera
-was gonna see 'pretty in the face' but rain led me to 'soul'
-food/anish
-hannah'
jack, tiff and pat kat, steve, lee, etc
-jesus - standing o
-the bar on craigs porch never closes.

SXSW Day 2 (More Famous People)

-morning spent recovering
-megan came over expo
-the 10
-skills
-rj at man dissant
-bus ride home

SXSW DAY 1 (you never guess who I saw)

Here's the deal. I intended on doing a sxsw day by day series of posts. I also intended on being a millionaire with my first business at age 10. I guess I should have washed more cars. So goes it. I did manage to make a couple of notes for the purpose of turning into posts, however I have no idea what they mean. So, instead you get the notes.

-worked crazy rearrange
-picked up badge inside the filmmaker's lounge
-meditated
-bus
-fox n hound
-saw paul rudd, david borianas, alan cummings, morgan sporlock,
-got drunk, ran out of booze
-lavaca
-cab

How I finally got a family heirloom

There has always been this desire in me and it was finally fulfilled.

I always wanted a family heirloom. Even though I knew nothing about them. In fact, until about 9 seconds ago I thought they were family "airlooms". I swear. Thank you spellcheck.

Today, on the way to pickup the heirloom, I had my first banana split . After complaining for the 17th time of pain, I asked my girlfriend how everyone chewed ice cream without it sending a shooting jolt into their soul. She looked at me like I was loony, then informed me that no one chews ice cream. She told me that you are supposed to swirl it around with your tongue until the ice cream dissolves. The teeth weren't involved. I guess sometimes we're all slow learners.

What other food am I eating incorrectly? If you know, please post a comment and let me know.

As a child, I had this idea that I would wake up one day and someone would present me with "it". And, I would slowly open the old scratched up cigar box and feast my eyes on it. The thing that was my great great great great great grandfather's and had been passed down from generation to generation. "Be careful with it" My mother would say. This was your great great great great great grandfather Davie's thing. Then, my mother would tell me a story about my hypothetical relative named Davie.

A tale about how Davie group up in a time where life was hard, but the people were good. The days were long, but life was short. Or some such nonsense.

But, the above fantasy never happened. My father's mother (Maw-Maw) has given me endless amazing gifts. One notable gift was the pocket knife that belonged to her father. If I had a digital camera I'd post a picture of it here, so instead here's an artist's rendering:








Beyond material gift's I'm truly grateful to know her and have a relationship with her as an adult. She's 83 and kicks ass. She not only bowls WAY better than me, but she uses a heavier ball. I have no camera so here's a sketch of her ball:





Back to the deal.

Long story short. (waited to long to blog and forgot the rest). My awesome Aunt Mel offered to give me the bedroom set that belonged to my mother's father.

It's a really awesome set. Again, I don't have a digital camera so here's a similar set:



This is so frustrating. Will someone just buy me a digital camera? Here's the one I want:

Which is the Most Interesting?

I have a favorite. What's yours?

Below, are some clips of Ira Glass talking. I don't care if you like/dislike or have heard of/never heard of him. Watch them. There's gold in them there hills.

Number 1:


Number 2:


Number 17:


Number 17 1/2 :



If you are curious, his radio show is called This American Life

The new TV show is on Showtime.

And, the last plug for Ira Glass, is the trailer for the new show: