Java Gaia was a coffee house I used to hang out in during high school. It was Downtown, so my click thought it was waaay hip. Unfortunately, in the flood of '93, it was washed away. But I have many a good memory of respectable, clean fun back in the day. For those of my loyal readers who shared Vishnu's and earl grey tea with me while we all still had braces, enjoy!

"The FBI has released the last 10 documents from its secret files on slain Beatle John Lennon that had been withheld for 25 years on the ground they could prompt "military retaliation" against the United States, campaigners for their release said on Wednesday."

"Despite being 27 years old, its bitter, pre-manufactured coldness has yet to be equalled in modern popular music. Whereas every other '70s novelty song has been put to rest, it marches onwards, impervious to criticism, unstoppable as the Nazi Blitzkrieg."

Here is the new Silversun Pickups video for "Lazy Eye". There are a few things that are misrepresented by this video. I saw them live and none of the following occurred:

#1 - The sound is never that good in a club, and they sure as hell weren't lip syncing.

#2 - It wasn't midmorning, or whenever this video is supposed to occur. Who goes to a show in the daylight?

#3 - There was no tense love scene with a Haley Mills look-a-like not wearing pants. Who has time for that when you're rocking?

#4 - The band looks way too clean. At the show I wanted to bust out some Pantene and hand sanitizer for safeties sake.

#5 - That kid doesn't look old enough to have a driver's license, let alone a motorcycle.

I suppose I'm just nitpicking. But seriously, that video is way too target audience-ish.

I'm going through an interesting phase right now. I'm starting an educational path in midwifery, but it's slow going. I've totally burned out on the career I've had for the last ten years - social service work with the developmentally disabled. The current position I hold (Independent Living Program Director) is great professionally, but I'm so done, I'm hardly giving a care regarding my performance. Transitions are hell. This one is especially difficult. Admitting I don't care enough to do a superior job is hard for me. But there's no use in even attempting to dazzle my boss - in the field the end result is the same no matter how hard you do or don't work.

It's only taken ten years to figure this out. Some people never do, I guess.

Even though my future looks bright, it's hard to see when you're being pulled under by the remnants of a stagnant career.

Happy holidays everyone!