my inbox has been flooded with complaints regarding the last journal entry. the gripes ranged from the whiny (angela writes "why was the blog so loooong?"), to the nitpicky (mohinder grumbles "why does david say 'sweet' and 'wicked'? is he making fun of us?") to the unimpeachably true (tameka from houston gushes "jerry, your [sic] the cute one anyway. come back.")

so i'm glad to be back. unfortunately, i don't have much to share except that i'm writing songs and feeling like a million dollars. i saw lou and jake at the troubadour for the sebadoh "turbo acoustic" tour and they were uncharacteristically funny and high-spirited. i picknicked with friends at the hollywood bowl while taking in the l.a. philharmonic and nickel creek. (btw, the girl in nickel creek is a pure delight. everytime i see her she charms the pants off me.) and i successfully avoided getting hit by a cue stick during a brawl at the little joy bar in echo park. other than that, i plunked down $35 for the criterion edition of 'slacker'. i couldn't help it - it's a 90's art film made by texans. i liked it more than i remembered 10 years back. it brings back recent memories of riding the 101 bus down guadalupe with an assorted collection of alcholics, schizophrenics, pot dealers, anarchists, gg allin lovers, cigarette rollers, alien fanatics and conspiracy theorists. those were the days.

blueberry pancakes and coffee at the griddle, sunset
daily walk around my neighborhood after work
tonight's the night
murakami, norwegian wood
weekday nights at the roost
ali g, season 1
breakfast at trudy's this weekend?

looks like i'll be back in dallas soon. hesitation eyes in february 05?