Starbucks is the coldest place in Pasadena

Using the internet at our friendly local Starbucks affiliate while I wait for Patrick to come pick me up. Despite the weather outside being a gorgeous 60-something degrees, it's about 14 degrees in here, which pretty much just makes me feel like I'm back in Minneapolis. Perhaps these lovers-of-chill here should switch places with some pasty Minnesotans for a while so they can appreciate each others' climes. It will be just like the movie Trading Places, except Eddie Murphy is everyone in Minnesota and Wall Street is Southern California, and there are no orange juice futures involved.

Speaking of oranges, I saw a truck full of 'em driving down the freeway today. I had to do a double take because at first I thought it was just a regular truck with oranges painted on it. I guess I have to get used to trucks hauling something other than sugarbeets here.

Pasadena is really nice. We have a great view of the San Gabriel Mountains off our back porch and at night we can see some of the twinkling lights of the downtown area through the palm trees on our street. We went to downtown Pasadena yesterday and I thought I saw Kate Winslet, but chances are it was just a blonde lady. I discovered I live about a mile away from a Tiffany&Co., among other fancypants stores I can't afford. Still need to scope out the Pasadena Recovery Center so I can give my best to Dr. Drew and Jeff Conway.


Left: Dr. Drew doing his best "I Really Care" face.

Looking Back at The Zeroes

With a mere 2-odd weeks til 2010, I find myself reflecting back on a decade which we still haven't given a decent name to after a whole 10 years to figure it out (the 2000's? the naughts? the zeros?).

The decade started off with the Y2K scare (accurately portrayed in this snowglobe), under which we all anxiously awaited the stroke of midnight 01-01-00, at which time all components of our computer (including the mouse! how did that get in there?) would explode through the top of the monitor as it simultaneously displayed the date against a rainbow background. Disappointingly, this didn't happen. It did, however, set the tone for a decade of cheeziness.



Behold the king and queen of the 2000s. Looking at this picture, it's hard to believe that Justin Timberlake now passes as one of the coolest guys in the world and, if I recall correctly, he may even be the "sexiest man alive". I'm racking my brain to remember if this getup might have been cool at the time, but all possible coolness is instantly negated by the fact that they are wearing freaking matching denim outfits. Simultaneously, it's hard to believe that the decade for Brit Brit was only downhill from here.





I remember "dress-down" days at my Catholic school were celebrated occasions where we children could shed our blue-checkered uniform for a day and strut down the corridors in our coolest Tommy Hillfiger/Limited Too/FUBU gear. This scene could not have been complete without JNCO jeans and the countless variations of "fat pants" that spun off of them. They were a godsend for sufferers of elephantiasis of the legs, but they just made everyone else look fat and stupid.




The soundtrack of the decade started off with a bang, that bang eminating from the turntable of a (most likely white) DJ from one the early part of the decade's great Rap/Rock bands. At some great moment lost to time, angry white boys from the suburbs discovered that they could add a turntable to their band and start rapping instead of singing, and BAM! Next thing you know they're talking to Carson Daly about their upcoming Family Values Tour dates. Rap/Rock was supposed to be the ultimate hybrid of two superpower music genres, but a decade later I'm still waiting for the next album from Korn/CrazyTown/Limp Bizkit. What's takin so long you guyz??



In the midst of all that Rap/Rock madness on TRL, MTV decided to hold a contest called "I wanna be a VJ" or something to that effect. To everyone's surprise, an anorexic muppet named Jesse Camp (above) took home the big prize. He hosted TRL, made a music video, and even recorded a song with Stevie Nicks before the Jim Henson workshop called and asked if he was in their lost and found. He mysteriously disappeared off the air not long after he won the show, never to be seen again. To this day, it is the greatest mystery of the 2000s.

Carson Daly remains at large.

The Great Minnesota Get (fat)-Together!

Obama's birth certificate carefully rendered in seeds. Ah, culture! Too bad I only had my cell phone so you can't see the wonderful mung bean work on the seal.

I've never really looked at the seed art exhibit at the fair, but was very impressed by a portrait of Thelonious Monk done mostly in kidney beans and one man's self-portrait of himself, Nancy Reagan, Laura Bush, a monkey and a parrot. The arts are alive and well at the State Fair.

I Love Stock Photography, Pt 2

I have mentioned before that my job requires me to carouse the dirty streets of Shutterstock quite frequently, with hilarious results.

One of my last jobs required me to find a picture of a "female doctor". This should not be so difficult. My exact search query was "female doctor".

This photo is titled "Young angry doctor with axe". I had to include the title so you would be aware that the submitter wanted us to know that this woman is, specifically, a doctor. My doctor is usually a 22-year old with a pink nightie and flip flops, so this makes perfect sense. My doctor is also Kevorkian's sexy granddaughter.



Gotta love these two bananas!


This one is simply titled "Bad Diagnosis". The doctor isn't pictured, but I guess we're to assume that a female doctor is breaking the bad news. Just what is the bad news? Acne? Underbite? Lupus? Grey shirt? The possibilities are endless!

This whole Biking Fashion thing is getting on my nerves

I have no "beef" per se with biking. I love to bike, I own two of the contraptions myself. Barreling down a craggy mountain path between fir trees on my Schwinn is probably what I'd rather be doing right now than typing this blog entry. Biking is fun, an effective way to get around, and good exercise as well. All in all, you can't say many negative things about the sport. As with all good things though, they can be utterly ruined by fashion, as has happened with biking.

I live in uptown Minneapolis, which is the hub of the monied hipsters of the city. They can stop at American Apparel for a $40 v-neck, get the new Vampire Weekend CD at Cheapo (more like Expensiveo, amirite??), and finish it off with a smooth $5 tap at the Uptown Bar. How they move around within this mecca of capitalized fashion is via their "fixies" or bikes that they "built" themselves. Now, here is where I start to have some beef. You didn't really "build" a bike if you just put together parts of other bikes. That's called "assembling", not "building". If you start wielding together that frame yourself, well then now we got something.

My alter-hipster ego, "Lauryn", wants to talk.

Now you can't build your fixie with brakes or reflectors, because that is just so like not indie man. It's preferable if you also bike wearing black so that no motorist or pedestrian can see your magnificently cool machine until you're 5 feet away. Be sure to shoot them a dirty look for not seeing you! God, motorists are such assholes. They like, are bad for the environment and stuff and are capitalist.


And they like, drive their cars ALL year man. My mom bought me this Taurus so I don't get frostbite biking in the winter but come on you tools, BIKE AS MUCH AS I DO SO I CAN STOP HARASSING YOU!

Oh, and fixed gears are WAY better than multi-speeds because you like, build them yourself out of other bikes that used to be multi-speed, but yeah, now they're way better because it takes a lot more work to get them up to speed. Where are you in a hurry to get to? YOUR JOB?? Yeah I work part-time at the Jimmy John's and that pays for my bike upgrades (just bought a sweet new colored bike chain!) and the headbands I need. Yeah, I totally pay for my rent, bike and everything with that job. Don't you dare suggest I get money from my parents in the suburbs, GOD!! I also just bought a sticker for it that says "One Less Car", that will really piss off those car-people!

Oh yeah, don't forget about the uniform! You can't be seen biking without your uniform. Be sure to roll up your right pant leg (doesn't matter if the pants are tight, this is the rule), and have a bandana SOMEWHERE on you. You know, you are working hard and need to wipe off your Surly beer-flavored sweat. Get a caribeener from The North Face to put your keys on so people can hear you walking up from 20 feet away. Remember: wallet chains are out, caribeeners are in. And to carry around your iPod/MacBook/Chuck Klosterman book you will need a Timbuk2 or Metro (starts at about $100) brand messenger bag ONLY. Is that a Jansport backpack? You're out of the bike club. Get some more tattoos and money and come back when you're REALLY ready to be indie.

And GOD its not about FASHION its about the MOVEMENT! Now we gotta get going to The Alt so I can make sure my turquoise tires get here in time for Critical Mass!

Yeah man, I totally can't afford rent right now, I just gotta spend like $150 at The Alt first.

In a perfect world...

Favorite Sandwiches: Part 2

Today’s sandwich comes from the ass-backwards suburb of Lilydale, Minnesota (pop 552). According to Wikipedia, the population is 95% white, so I guess the moniker is fitting. I would normally never go to such a loser-y town, but it’s right by my work and is home to a great Italian deli, which is home to an even greater sandwich.

Behold! The North Beach sandwich from Buon Giorno. Now, someone told me that there are two restaurants named Buon Giorno, so make sure you don’t go to the other one because it probably blows. This delicacy is a delightful mélange of turkey, bacon, lettuce, tomato, aioli, and fontina cheese on a fresh roll. It’s not as greasy as the Caffrey’s veggie, but be warned that one ‘wich is the size of a premature baby. I don’t think I could eat a whole premature baby, but sometimes I can eat a whole North Beach if I’m really hungry.

I must note that right down the road from Buon Giorno is a gay cruising spot that my co-worker discovered one fine day while exploring the wilds of Lilydale. Nothing like a breezy summer day with a tasty sandwich, watching gay men giving each other secret signals and then walking into the woods, hand in hand.