Got myself a geetar. I was perilously close to losing my f***ing mind over this east coast winter thing, so I bought one on a whim. Best decision of 2011, thus far. Can't stay away from it when I'm home for more than an hour. Love it. Also, I think I have Owen Wilson nose.

The practice space (basement laundry room three blocks north). I can turn my FREAKING GIGANTIC amp up as loud as I want in here and nobody will ever hear me.

This is she.

Threw a pre-seasoned pork loin in the oven for thirty and it came out like this. So beautiful, so delicious.

Poor pic, but you can still make out the crusting on the sides of the pork. So freaking good.

MTV Cribs

"...I don't know, man. I mean, my house really ain't all that baller."

Bottle of Crys is in the back...it is. You just can't see it. 'Cause yall know I'm just rolling in the dough over here. It's embarrassing, how much they pay me. Really. 

Truck Driver: Why is it you work in a machine shop, but every time I come in here you're in deck shoes? You never wear boots?

Me: Yeah, I know. Its backwards. Just never could get comfortable in boots.

Truck Driver: And you're from Texas! I ain't even a southern boy and I wear cowboy boots.

Me: Yeah, I know. The cowboy boots just never stuck. I don't know, maybe it's like country music for me: I grew up on country music, like it, but I don't listen to much of it any more- after a while you get a bit tired of it, you know? You wanna try something new.

Truck Driver: Oh, I hear you. That's why I've been divorced three times.

Crept into the woods near work after I got off. Wanted to take some cool photos of the snow receding. Very dissapointed with the effort. Putting them up anyway. I do like all of the rings you can see in the fallen tree portion.

How a grown-ass man starts his day.

Good Guys

Hit a wall today at work. A lot of things on my mind, bummed out before I got there, and then had to spend the day grinding the slag out of used rims. Baseball catcher-position all day, head buried in a constant shower of sparks and serious noise.

The dudes could tell I was f***ing over it. They came up with a solution: everybody out at 3:30, found the closest bar, talked about some shit and had some beers. They told me what I needed to hear. Feel a lot better.

Still miss my friends and family. Still miss Austin. Still can't stand the idea of changing how I operate, of forcing myself outside of my comfort zone. But I do feel better.