8% unemployment...citi @ a buck. wow.
part of the reason i rant and rave about the ridiculous nature of californian life is due to the reality that an offer may present itself where i may join the ranks of driving parking driving driving traffic driving. and as i say anywhere i inhabit, "give me enough money and i'll make it work (at least 3-5 years)", however, this driving thing is getting out of control. i made my 55 mile trek to thousand oaks last night for the rare opportunity to see "he who pledged me" drink without the obligation of getting behind the wheel. he planned for a designated driver. foreshadowed a drunken room mate. and prepared the couch where i would crash on. we ended up at padris and im surprised we didnt just hit up the bar at the local chili's. suburbia drinking sounds like an oxymoron, but i guess when there's a will, there's a way. and somehow i made it there, and made it back.



from left to right (the asian blonde scientist, the raging alcoholic, mr "i bang my roomate every night", and professional party-er)
***omg this place (kalipornia) is driving me insane. either i can't drive, or the people here are retarded. the jury is still out.

anyways, im back in the land of cars and driving. and man, i used to say new jersey, the armpit of america, was just one big highway with malls and diners, but actually - california is the real web of highways. merge this merge that. exit right exit left. shopping mall here, complex there, arcade here, food centre there. life on the highway, life with a car, is a more accurate portrayal of american life than the american life i lead in ny.

now speaking of life portrayal, has anyone been on craigslist lately? craigslist is the perfect dissection of todays economic crisis. as of late, with a bunch of my buddies in the market for 'precious stones', i've been somehow attached on the email hunts for the diamonds. after numerous threads of emails going back and forth between buyer, seller, whole seller, retailer, we've come across a lady trying to purge her 2 carat diamond originally appraised at 21k, for 12k (or the highest bidder). after googling the sellers name, we find that the seller is a model/actress, most probably out of work and starving for cash. and to think, we haven't even hit bottom yet...wuts craigslist gonna be selling in a few months? dignity?

so the question everywhere these days is "have we hit bottom yet?". it's in every form of media, across every sector and affects everyone. and no matter how intellectual, and intuitive the analysis is...who really knows? which brings me to the next question...what's the point of all this knowledge if you can't make money? i have cnbc on and the economist sitting next to me, 2 vast sources of arguable intellect around me but what's the point of their banter if it doesn't parlay into anything? i asked chomo and he said "why dont you write for the economist"

"and what would i write? i'd tell them that west garden is the cure for sagging economy? it'll cure gdp problems? spitzer led by example. poor him" - followed by...in a country laden with insurmountable debt due to a culturally hindered credit crisis, the real answer for lazy americans lies in the cash cow businesses of america. fight impulse consumption with impulse solutions. fight impulse debt with impulse cash. west garden ipo. $500/share. ha. or maybe my first article would go something like this...today's crisis merely reveals the underbelly of what has really been going on the past 50 years in the american banking/finance sector which is, mood speculation, hangover correction and corporate expensed copulation. but don't hate the system because democracy and free trade is why our forefathers moved across the atlantic, and in the inevitable down turn of any 'system' don't jump off the bandwagon, this is a time where we need to unite the system, ride the system and support the systematic ways of philandering because only then will we make a full recovery. (hip hop is the future)

so this mornings market jump has a bit of influence from china's new financial bailout for the industrialized part of the world. stimulating the hustle of industrial area? or stimulating the bustle of the industrial area? i have a theory that ktv's should go ipo. imagine the divdend payouts on that...that's the real STIM package. STIM - not a pun.




mountain high. 8 hours straight. 77 degrees at base. 55 at the top. shorts, tank tops, hoodies, thermals and snow pants. no jacket necessary. awesome.









you got it alexia!!!
me n kat took this picture in 1999.



and here's the 2009 version.


my hairs a little longer, im a bit more aggressive, im a little greasier, im a little sleazier. my, how i've matured.



I THINK BERNANKE SHOULD SHAVE A GO-TEE

GEITHNER LOOKS STRESSED...REALLY REALLY STRESSED.

AND...OBAMA IS CONSTANTLY REFERENCING MODERN MEDIA/TV SHOWS/ONLINE SITES ETC. WHERE DOES HE FIND TIME TO WATCH TV? I DON'T SEE JACK BAUER'S BLACK PRESIDENTS WATCHING TV.

HAHA.


it's as if richard branson saw the futuristic movies of the 90's, fifth element, back to the future, total recall, demolition man. and thought, im the one that's going to make it happen. flying virgin america is like sitting in a futuristic lounge bar. fluorescent blue hue the ceiling, futuristic white seats, touch screen virtual entertainment, blue plastic cabin dividers, inflight food - order only by touch screen and credit card, and flight attendants that address you like a virtual woman with that soft, seductive undertone "welcome to virgin america, hope u enjoy your flight. sit back relax and we'll be right with you"...he's really onto something, esp with his flight prices and his younger, non-obese, flight crew. now take it one step further and upgrade the uniforms, make an all female crew and keep the leather chairs. instead of my Papassian petal juice, i'll order patron.