I am discovering that my drop-everything-I’m-moving-to-LA trick was a good one. It’s starting to sink in how not just serendipitous my falling into my job was, but how miraculous it is.  One trip to West Hollywood the other night, hanging in the drink and eat places, made it apparent how many out of work designers are waiting tables.  Huh.  I just don’t know how I swung that one. Work is good.  It’s work.  (more…)

We heard a little dude mention that on American Idol tonight.  I didn’t make it to Hollywood (well, technically, I did, as I drove through it on the 101 twice today).  I am however, in the porn capital of the world and can get a boob job down the street, in most directions. I’m pretty content, however, to watch and learn.

Whether I’ve made it to Hollywood, the Valley, or to Hill Street, I do know I’m loved.

Thank you to all the people who have made my plans possible.  I could not do it without such good, good friends.

Happy Valentine’s Day, sweeties,

BB

hahhaha.  Oh yea!?! well, at least I’m not a smelly retarded bully, so there!!!

Speaking of nutters,

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BB

Jenette, my teammate is visiting me.  I just overheard her say the above to our team director on the horn. Ah, Jenette, I  just love her.  We took in the Shootout this morning, a ride of, as Gord estimated, nearly 250 strong.  It’s nuts. I made my rare appearance to the common sounds of, “what got YOU out of bed this early??”.  I pointed to Jenette.  A motion I will be doing often in 2007.  But the Shootout.  It is safe to say there is nothing like it.

Case in point: No crash on the University train tracks today as per the norm, but our buddy, Evan, spotted a crash on a drainage grate that mutilated a guy.  His bike got kicked up into traffic and run over and mangled. Thing is, he showed up for coffee, post-ride, wearing his bloody head, shredded face, and one would think, humbled self, as a trophy.  He sat proudly at the bus stop telling the war tale to bikers-by.  Huh?  Ok.  This is nuts.

Other nuts news:  I’m headed to LA cuz I got a jobby job downtown designing high-end residential lofts and warehouse spaces.  That, too, is nuts.

I start, uh, Tuesday.

K, so, contact Dick Surges if you want to by my condo. He, too, is prolly nuts, but whatever.  He’s my agent.

Remember, kids, TrimSpa Kills,

BB

We ate the best hotdogs in the world last night.  It was so hard to choose between the Rosie O’Donnell Dog, the Lord of the Rings Dog (covered in onion rings), and the straight up hotdog with pastrami, saurkraut, and swiss from Pink’s.  I chose the latter and poor Corinne chose wrong and spent all night and today barfing her brains out.  Too bad they were filming some Travel Channel bit.  I wonder if they chose right like the rest of us did.

I have an interview in Downtown LA tomorrow.  It’s a design position.  I guess it might be official…..I am nuts.  Or, proactive, at least.  I don’t believe in people staying in situations that they don’t like.  Battling things that clearly are not working. I’m the poster child for that.  I am sick of being poor, so rather than working at Einstein’s Bagels for $7.50 in Tucson, I’m beginning my trek to San Francisco to finish my MFA in Interior Architecture and Design. Next stop: money and all that.

Today, I mentioned to Corinne, “I think people see me as so much of a flake that I can’t find my way out of a paper bag, but the truth is, I make so much fun for myself in the paper bag that I don’t want to leave it”.

California.  Me?  I think it’s time.

I got passed by Kim Anderson on bike today climbing up some random canyon and immediately knew I picked the right route. It was nice to see her and her bright pink jersey, even if it was the back of it.

I’m back to Tucson tomorrow to paint Curtis’ house and then sell mine,

Happy Trails,

BB

I never thought I’d see the day when I chose to run to Los Angeles for some solace.  That’s serious.  I told my mom yesterday, “I really like it here this time”, to which she said, “I just don’t see how that can be a good thing”. 

My family away from my family is here in the Valley. We took Shelli to the auditions for The Biggest Loser on Saturday at NBC Studios.  I have to recount the story of the guy that crossed the street from NBC to the Mobil to, no shit, get Hostess Ding Dongs.  He made a comment to a tall, attractive woman in the store, “You look like you play basketball!! (an inexplicable no-no for tall women)”.  She said, “Do I have a sign on me that says, ‘talk to me’?!?!” then left abruptly.  He somehow got hit by her car in the parking lot then raged and had two motorcycle cops, two paramedics, two police car officers, and two firemen on the site immediately.  He was fine, but yelling. I hope he gets on the show cuz I’d sit there an watch it, if he did.  Sadly, what looked like one of the casting directors was out there taking notes.  That was the point, after several hours there, when Dawn and I wandered over to the margarita store/ fish taco place for some self-medication.

I rode up Box Canyon today.  Good God stuff here is Steep!  And long. Longer than I thought possible.

We spent the day in San Diego yesterday, beginning with a proper road trip on Saturday night.  I took in a 30th birthday party, So-Cal style, and met some amazing people.

Shoot, there was another story in there, but I just blanked on it.

Yea, I might be lost:  Lost thoughts, lost most everything along the way, but finding that I’m relatively all here.  Come here if you want to feel sane and together, I guess.

BB