I love Halloween because it makes for great parties. What makes a party great? Costumes! This past weekend I drove up from Los Angeles to San Jose to stay with my friend Kyle and his wife Cara. That evening we drove up to San Francisco to attend a house party in a large four story house in the hills. It was about the perfect size for the 100+ people in attendance, and they hade a few top-notch local DJs spinning. Unfortunately, I didn’t bring my camera so I had to rely on “donated pics”. I usually am a total shutterfly....

Actually yes, I would like a little cheese with that whine.

Well if you’re the punk malcontent who found my wallet yesterday, you go on a shopping spree...at Rite Aid, Vons, and Ralphs (a convenience store and two grocery stores).  Really, if you’re going to try and spend my hard-earned credit, at least go buy something decent like a stereo system.  There’s a Best Buy just down the street that isn’t much further away than the local Vons. I mean who spends $103 at a Rite-Aid?!  Who!?  I really mean it. Who? I’d like to know because I want my wallet back.  And to the store clerks there, doesn’t it even slightly...

Having trouble sleeping lately. Thought I'd start an intermittent blog series about the questions that keep me up at night. For example, this question popped in my head tonight and would not let me rest. What the hell is a Karma Chameleon? Ponder amongst yourselves.  I bid you adieu.

Last night I went to the “World Famous Viper Room”.  Gotta respect that their website makes sure to mention the World Famous part.  I suppose you’d have to have a real club inferiority complex to promote your club as The In This Neighborhood Sorta Famous Viper Room. Anyways, the purpose of my visit was to see my soccer (sorry, football) teammate and team captain Pete perform in the acoustic lounge, an intimate (read tiny) lounge downstairs from the main room. Pete’s the one from Glasgow with a heavy Scottish brogue.  We can hardly understand him most of the time, though I'm getting better at...

We had a little going away dinner for Akumi who leaves for Tokyo, Japan tomorrow for two weeks to spend some time with her mother and hang with her brother and his wife. From the reaction of our friends, you'd wonder if I was a complete invalid unable to even wipe my own posterior.  Everyone was asking me what am I going to do with myself while I'm gone.  What am I going to eat!? It sounds amazing, but somehow I managed to survive four years of college and around five years of post college as a single male.  I think...

I wrote a little diddy on my geek blog about the Art of the Job post, but I thought it was non-geek enough to cross post here.  This is a snippet. When I was a bright eyed bushy tailed senior in college, I remember wading through pages and pages of job ads in Jobtrak (which has since been absorbed into Monster.com). Most of the ads held my attention in the same way reading a phone book does. The bulk of them had something like the following format. Read the rest here. And if you know of any companies trying to hire developers, tell them...

I just find this so funny. The guy just keeps talking.  But it's really really funny. http://www.clearification.com/

For the past couple days I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather and getting worse.  The weird part is that anytime I try and eat something, there’s a terrible after-taste. And no, it’s not my breathe.  I couldn’t finish my pizza tonight.  Pizza!

Went to the new Pink Berry in Westwood last night with the Kangs.  I thought it was quite good, though not wait-an-hour-in-line good. But Dan tells me that it starts to grow on you, like a crack addiction.  We’ll see. I did want another one by the end of the evening.