Me and Pete have officially come to a mutual, conclusive, and otherwise all-encompassing agreement about the obscurity of the emotional female attachment: girls, with cool boyfriends like us, must all go on prozac. For a more detailed explanation, please IM either me at Carloco69 or Pete at Peterlsb for a lengthy analysis.

Had a long conversation with my mother on the way back from LA about the intrinsic motive that drives musicians toward glory-spilled Carnegie Hall, and whether - at the end of it all - you are playing for the glory or the music. Perhaps a crazier question would be to ask: if hideous vanity and exploitation produced inspiration in it's course, is it really all that bad? I bet Beethoven wanted the limelight as much as anyone else, but certainly nobody thinks to blame such an infallible God.

Met a girl from Curtis last week who told me that Curtis kids could play the piano but none 'know anything about real life.' Later in our conversation, somehow the name Tupac Shakur came up and she asked, "who's that?". ................blatant hypocrisy and ignorance - in my mind - extend further down a vomit-filled thought train than condescension. you dumb bitch.

In the past 4 days, I've eaten in New Haven, New York, San Francisco, Palo Alto, Santa Barbara, Los Angeles, and Berkeley. Homosexually infested, disgustingly overpopulated, unabashedly bourgeois, continously homeless-stricken, ritzily artistic, frat-boy and alcohol-filled, and ganglandishly immitative. Can you successfully match the geography with the adjective? If you can't, perhaps Chris Rock is right and America is all starting to look the same. Hint: Homosexually infested is not referring to San Francisco. I bet that threw you off.