rock over London. rock on, Chicago.

I got a couple of more songs.

“no rain” by Blind Melon. I was, what, 10, when this song was popular. the summer after my parents divorced and dad had custody of us while he worked, me and Mar were under the watchful eye of an ex neighbor. it sucked, if I remember correctly. but she had a 17-year-old niece from Roanoke who was living with her, and she used to play it, all the time.

“sleeping lessons,” the Shins. I think of two places.

I interviewed at the North County Times, a decent-sized Suburban paper north of San Diego. I drove out to Escondido, and was late. I actually interviewed, uh, ok, and it was just a beautiful day. it’s the kind of day that southern California is worth it for.
the job interview kind of sucked – since this paper is a group of editions, I was interviewed by committee. and the guy with the most pressing need to fill a spot was in Temecula, which is farther up the highway, back in Riverside County, and inland. and I wanted to live in Oceanside. because how bomb-ass awesome would that have been? so I was polite and eventually stopped answering the guy’s phone calls. Temecula, as opposed to Escondido or Oceanside, would have been awful.
I digress. after I left, I had to drive back to El Centro, which is like the wild fucking west compared to places like Escondido, I listened to this on the Interstate. the one between El Centro and San Diego, in the mountains. mountains are pretty in Southern California. goes from serious desert to Mediterranean in, like, 40 minutes.

the other instance was driving into this Mexican resort town with Greg.
it looked like this: 

also, Josh pointed this out to me. about the McCain campaign calling out Barack Obama for pledging to use public funding if his Repubclian opponent does. which McCain would do, to kick the legs out of Obama’s fundraising juggernaut and level the playing field.

nice little dig at the nuts there, McCain, I’ll give it to you. the general election is going to be hysterical. it’s going to be Obama, probably, against the stodgiest looking old cracker in a field of ramrod straight dickhead Republican candidates. I swear to god, McCain looks like he could explode at any moment. so if has a heart attack from getting too angry during a debate, then I called it here first.