February 2004 Archives

Come catch the Inflatable Supermodels at The Stork Club in Oakland, this coming Wednesday March 3rd. They'll be opening for Milesend and Action Zero around 9 or 9:30. If you need inspiration to go, check out the photos from another show of their's at Peri's Bar in Fairfax.

UPDATE 1-ECB's Padoa-Schioppa warns Asia over forex peg

My friend Rick emailed me today. I thought I'd share his wonderful email with you, my readers. I think it captures one of the many reasons I like him as much as I do.

Woke up today next to a hot chick and it took me thirty minutes to remember how she got into my bed. Went back to sleep, woke up, and she was gone. :( I am not sure why they always run away from me. Maybe she will come back to claim her underwear. Hehe. My hands were also cut and my left foot was bleeding. Had not clue how that happened until I found a broken wine glass. Felt like Memento today.

So I headed downtown this evening to participate in a focus group on public transportation. It's being held in an office building in downtown. I get there just before it begins and am led into a waiting area with the other people in the group. They look like tools. I forget how selective my peer group is. I take a seat and everyone has been chowing down on the free sandwiches and soda. I lean back in my chair and stare at this beautiful flower arrangement they have on the table. It's massive. I sit there for about 5 minutes, examining these flowers. After 5 minutes, this hip looking guy in a suit comes in and asks everyone to come into a room. As we're all getting up he says, "Eugene, which one of is Eugene?" I wave and he says to stay behind. My ego immediately rips through it's shoddy-pieced-together-after-a-thousand-escapes cage and I feel like the golden child. For what reason I don't know, just that I was selected out of this room of rabble. He leads them into another room and comes back to inform me that they invited too many people (in the expectation that some wouldn't show) and they didn't have room. He lead me up to the front desk and cut me a check for 85$. I left and am back home now. I realized that this is the highest pay rate I will ever earn. In my life. 85$ for 5 minutes work (staring at flowers) works out to $1,020 per hour. That's $2,121,600 a year salary. To have peaked so early in life. What a shame.