The weekend was multilayered with activity.  For me it ended in confusion, when I woke up this morning convinced I had spent the night making out with someone I know from comedy in Boston.  

Friday night was dinner with a "couples friend," the fact of which will always remind me of a bit from Rick Jenkins of the Comedy Studio.  I'm not happy that it does, but I guess fittingly, we followed up with a comedy show.  I have been so goddamn painfully lazy about comedy, I should be ashamed.  It was the first show I attended in weeks, I haven't performed since a month ago.

Maybe it's the summer.  Or, maybe it's existential comedy crisis number 973.  Sometimes I just get to hating on comedy and wonder why I have ever done it.  No doubt, I'll come up with some idea that gets me fired up again.  In the summer, though, there are many, many, many things to do and miles to go before I write.

Among this weekend's adventures was walking in the woods, or what the native Californians call "hiking."  The destination was Rancho San Antonio.  This area is pretty lousy, full-up with the nature and all.  Trees, grass, scat of mysterious origins.

I saw a family of these, and then realized I had no more memory in my camera.  Fucking technology.[newline] [image:4254:l] [newline]

I think my favorite shot of the day was this one:[image:4240:l] [newline]

Or maybe it was this one:[image:4243:l][newline] That's the one where M. gets to ultimately live the Californian American dream, where you hire someone from elsewhere to do a job for you.  It's another side to nature, as in natural order.  (Insert some kind of witticism to make that clearly a joke not a fucked up Ayn Randian bullshit sense of superiority.)

The next day was all about art, of the edgy, modern, electronic sort.  What we learned was some art is pure bullshit, other art is kind of vapid and pretty.  Most importantly, adding electronic media and computers just makes some stuff stupid or stupider.

But look, pretty and shiny and all color-y:[newline] [image:4226:l][newline]  

The one thing we both liked in a conceptual, cool, see look art can communicate kind of way was Ingor Gunther's Installation.  By modifying globes, it's a pretty brilliant way to metaphorically explain statistical shit.

I thought these folks were interesting, even if they are Canadian.  M. clearly got in touch with his inner child.[newline] [image:4212:l]