Meteor showers

Seems like every time I looked up tonight I saw a massive, wonderfully bright falling star. When we were beginning this show I got the chance to witness the Perseid meteor shower and it was incredible. Tonight's felt more special. On the drive to work it rained for two minutes and then stopped and the sky is crystal clear out here far enough away from the lights of Los Angeles that viewing conditions were pretty optimal. My work list is wonderfully brief and easy. Late coworkers helped me finish the difficult stuff before they bailed and while they were schlepping stuff around I hung out in the hills on the property coiling cables. Usually this freaks me out because these hills are crawling with coyotes and mountain lions and rattle snakes and poisonous spiders and they all love our gear because electricity warms it. Instead of fretting I blasted Pandora radio and sang along with The Pixies without a care in the world. This after I kept giving one of our production assistants those looks that can kill because he was making too much noise near me when I wanted to hear nothing last night, just perfect silence. My moods are swinging now fast and furious.

Sleep once again doesn't happen. I past out at 8am this morning only to wake at 10am. I thought, "fine, I'll watch tv." Two hours later my roommate turned on last nights UFC fights so I started watching. Go BJ Penn. Two hours later I got pissed at myself for a lot of the stupid mistakes I've been making lately and went for a run when the fights were done. This happens often. I spend most of my time furious with myself for being an idiot and that is when I run my life properly. Its almost like I'm grounding myself. I come up with a routine and that's what I do, day in, day out. This is when I'm financially secure and responsible, I achieve goals, I eat healthy and exercise, when I most closely resemble the adult that I should be. I haven't been good and angry with myself for a while. And the odd thing is that when I'm angry with myself I get much much happier.

I arrived at work and knew I was going to be miserable because of the lack of sleep. When an outdoor segment started rolling I snatched a chair, popped it under a portable heater, rested elbows on thighs like I was intently paying attention to the cast and past out. In and out, 15-20 minutes at a time. Woke up refreshed and proceeded into the hills :) Now its 3am though and the ol' lids are starting to get hella heavy.

When I pulled my laptop out now and opened it up I realized I had once again unknowingly participated in my favorite past time: leaving the power cable on my floor at home. And the power cable for this beautiful machine is massive, not so easily forgettable. This is like forgetting the bottom half of your crutch when you rely on it entirely to get around. Oh silly me.

This is the beginning of the final week of work for 2009. 2010 will be an interesting year because it seems like we won't be going as heavily as we usually do which means I'll need to hit the pavement again. Excited and nervous about it. I think its funny that most of the people we work with are from the West Coast. When they work its like a relaxed stroll, all's well, super cool. The guys I work with are all from the East Coast or were taught by guys from the East Coast. When we work its like a platoon of pissed off soldiers storming a building guns blazing. I prefer it. Relaxed and cool causes problems, ask no questions take no prisoners solves them :)

What else? Trader Joe's Sesame Honey Almonds are my newest favoritest snack.

Also, when I walk the ground in a few minutes all of the remaining West Coast peeps will be sleeping in random nooks and crannies in the house. Fucking shameful laziness. Pandora's playing The Yeah Yeah Yeahs now. Brilliant :)

Along with not sleeping I don't really eat anymore either. 1 meal per day, very small. I'm into holes on my belt that haven't seen use since I was in high school. Gym trips will resume very soon.

I still don't know what I'm going to do when I leave my current house but I do have a place to go and the situation seems as good as possible for having to share a place with someone and that makes me rest easy about one big looming disaster I was about to tackle at full speed.

Watching an episode of UK sci-fi series Paradox last night and Multiple Universe Theories popped up again. Sigmund Freud theorized that if something kept popping up over and over again it was because your subconscious recognized it as something important in your future. It was mostly with numbers because, I believe (double check me), that when you noticed a number over and over ad nauseum it had something to do with the way you die (Freud believed part of your subconscious could see the future). Theory was called Significant Number Theory. Sigmund Freud was a coked out lunatic who's theories have mostly been proven useless or wrong but his method was genius and won him his status as a great mind. The number that kept popping up for me was 26 so I was convinced that I was a goner young. WRONG! Imagine how stupid I felt when I turned 27. And you question whether or not I'm an idiot. I think its funny now that a lot of the brilliant things theorized by the great minds of the late 1800's/early 1900's have been debunked as complete bullshit. I'm pointing at you, Einstein. That also makes me much more impressed when you think a man like Nicola Tesla created radio, tv broadcasting, x rays, wireless technology and the power system that runs the country today all by 1920 (there's way more but those are the ones that affect nearly every single person on the planet). The greatest technical mind that ever lived. He fixed the errors in most of Thomas Jefferson's greatest inventions too. Why do most people not know he is? Why do most people think of the band Tesla when his name is mentioned? Preposterous. A mind like his will never be seen again because of our fascination with specialization.

I love all kinds of music. Different things strike me at different times. Melancholy tracks and their haunting beauty. Ruckus rock that drives your heart to pump a little faster. Witty indy rock. The complexity of symphonies. The posturing of rap. Dance music despite the fact I can't dance for shit :) Tonight it was lines by Modest Mouse from a song I'd never heard and struck me as melancholy. "I'm trying to drink away the part of the day that I cannot sleep away." Beautiful and sad. Been there. "And I know I should go but I will probably stay and that's all you can do about some things." I've been living there recently. Modest Mouse is excellent. No country music. Utter garbage, the lot of it, with the exception of Johnny Cash.

Battery.....dying.....batt.....dy.....

Be back in a few days and on a normal schedule again. I can get back to living a normal life.

HA! Who the fuck am I kidding? ;)