6/28/02, 1:13 am

My Palm went on the fritz tonight. Didn't realize how much I rely on the little bugger. I'm feeling pretty lost. I think (hope) it's a problem with the cradle. Putting it on the cradle (which is supposed to recharge it and let you sync the data with the computer) seems to erase all the data and reset the Palm. I've got another cradle at work. We'll see if that one does the same thing...

Sand volleyball indoors tonight at the gym with Liz, Ant & Jeanhee. Great fun, and good practice for this weekend's tournaments.

Mother Summer was doing all sorts of crazy stuff with the weather tonight. Incredible winds earlier and then thunder, lightning and torrents of rain later. On my way to the healthfood store for lunch, yesterday's afternoon shower drenched me to the point that I was looking for excuses to work standing up the whole day, because my pants and boxers felt like sitting on a sponge.

Caught up with Alec for a guitar lesson and dinner last night. It's great how our programming lessons for guitar lessons barter has resulted in us becoming good friends. I'm quite excited about electric guitar at the moment. Not as obsessed as I am about volleyball, but excited.

Yeah, I think I 'll play some through my headphones before this muggy night puts me to sleep...

6/26/02, 12:52 am

There's a Swoosh on your sneakers
Sony headphones in your ear
How much did it cost you
To proclaim you've got No Fear?

The symbols we're collecting
They just want to be famous
Just like you and me
And the companies trying to tame us.

Saturday morning cartoons at 4 years old.
Yeah, it started with TV
Remember that rabbit: Trix are for kids
and Ronald McDonald - yo that guy was sleazy.

The GI Joe show designed for one thing
Make you beg, jump, whine and sing.
Make you go nuts at the corner store
Come on, mom, can I get just one thing?

Back in those days they were just learning
Turning a kid into advertiser
McDonald's and Disney breaking us in
handing us off to Merck and Phizer

Gimmee a blank t-shirt.
I want the logos out of my life.
Give me a home-brewed beer.
I want Bud out of my life.
Make me a birthday card
I want Hallmark to stay away.
Write to me, you're a free man
Your own man, happy, happy birthday.

No, it's not my birthday or anything. This was just for kicks. Partially inspired by the book I'm reading, "Fast Food Nation." Maybe I'll use some of it in a song sometime.

Worked a long day today. Sometimes it feels good to earn my paycheck, especially when it's hot as heck in my apartment and nice and AC'd in my office...