(But what he doesn't tell you is that he's been having a blast making music for five hours straight on some electronic organ thingy from my childhood.)

Just thought I'd hijack this post with a lil' silver lining.

But yeah, my mom knows how to pick the crappy places to live.

Dude. Santa Barbara is the worst.

Image obsession is hardly limited to Southern California, and at the municipal level, it's ironically often focused on not looking like Los Angeles. But San Francisco is guilty of exactly the same obsession, pursued for better or worse.

yup!