sxsw was really great this year. for all kinds of reasons. it was just a rollercoaster of music and people and crazy chats. aaron has become the adam tour guide of austin. never misses a beat and always knows how to show his guests the best of his surroundings. the two of them know their cities and are proud of it. i wish i was more knowledgeable about my surroundings. im finding lately i dont have a very good memory for certain types of details, though i have found other parts of my memory proving to be more and more reliably accessible.

i got sick after i came back from sxsw. was it the partying? was it the cold saturday? was it the ubiquitous infirmity in my office before i left? was it the all nighter we pulled on saturday because we were positive oversleeping would not help me get to the airport?

yes. was it worth it?
yes.

im working on lots of projects lately. at work, at home, with others. im also growing a fourth leg, developing a strong affinity toward kryptonite, and laughing far more at the unfortunate and humble.

i tried to make my desktop into a hackintosh. it didnt work. i bet it would have if i would have put my old beos hat back on. guess i dont have the same curiosity any more. scott is either proud or sad. either way he will still say this was temporary, and ill be back on the reinstall horse sooner rather than later.

i like that apple is releasing a software update for my phone. i dont like that they slammed my jailbreak door shut with their latest firmware. so thanks and eat me at the same time.

i finished mass effect 2. it was great! greg loaned me dragon age so it will probably get rotation next if i dont pick up god of war tomorrow. i might get god of war tomorrow though. bleh, on a less violent gamer note i bought chime a few days ago. a beautiful xbla game that is like brian eno mashed up with tetris. do yourself a favor and play it.

im on the way to bed. i want to go to a drillers game in the new stadium. i also want to have a picnic in a baseball stadium some time. its easy to do the first one. baseball is boring to me but so was the xtc album wasp star but i like that album now. i will try baseball but only in attendance because that is about spirit and lawn chairs and overpriced boss american beers.

if you invite me over to *watch* baseball though i will invoke judgement call and immediately assume you want me to fall asleep so you can rob me or that you are exercising your right to prove you are boring and cut from boring cloth.

really though its endemic to only certain spheres. facebook? guilty as all hell. cell phone commercials depicting teenagers texting? guilty as all hell. the band !!! ? guilty as all hell, but they can move your femurs so automatic exception.

im not trying to be difficult. in fact if you want to keep exuding a fake veneer of cheeriness using a flimsy and shallow prop, and at the same time devalue an important component to the punctuation team, fine. but here is the recourse.

me, i, and myself, think you are fucking stupid. yes. this is the immediate reaction i get when i see rampant exclamations in one sentence. how could you not?

let me use the classic literature example in order to illustrate this point. boy claims wolf is present. people believe him. boy is asshole and lied about it. people pissed. forgive. rinse and repeat. people stop believing boy. transpose this succinct example on my aggravation. people see exclamation. think you are screaming or excited. about an orange. you arent. fake enthusiasm. people let down by your show of interaction. forgive. rinse and repeat. people stop believing your sincerity. perfect fit. not really. close enough.

i find it ironic that people feel the need to tell me to capitalize my writing (function-less bullshit) while they throw excla bombs all over what is supposed to convey INTERMITTENT bursts of frenetic occurrence. try using INFLECTION instead of like when you talk, try using TONE instead of exclamation points when you write, and try to SPRINT when you see me because im a MONSTER that is on to you.

the latest of my reversions is the eschewing of mobile me. so soon you ask? well that so quickly is due to google.

mobile me was initially not something i cared about for the first year of using an iphone. google worked, and i used a single calendar pretty casually. then i talked to my cousin and was helping her migrate from mobile me to google and realized mobile me made all of that setup a hell of a lot easier. i tried it out for 3 months, and liked it. so i renewed for a whole year. not to mention convinced her she should stick with mobile me vs help her migrate to freegle.

mobile me is pretty nice. you have everything important pushing up to the cloud. if you have all apple devices its pretty simple to get it working. if you have MOST apple devices its mostly simple, partially a pain in the ass.

that part aside, it gave me easy calendar sync between my phone, my laptop, my desktop, and the web UI that me.com provides. it also gave me push email on the phone, safari bookmark sync, remote wipe and lock of the iphone, and bidirectional contact sync.

in theory this is a great bargain. problem is its not that great of a bargain if its flaky. mobile me is flaky. back when i decided to try out mobile me, google was flakier. the contact sync did janky panky and made duplicates, there was no push mail yet, and calendar support was not mature at all. not to mention the windows support might as well be called “steaming pile of shit on your elbow.”

no longer. here is my current take on the entire situation. if you are quite capable, use your computer a lot, and are comfortable actually learning how your data is “pushed” and “synced” then its a pretty worthwhile task to move to google sync vs mobile me. why? all of the google apps are free, and the quality of their sync capability is excellent. additionally, the web UI of google apps is far superior to the crap that apple provides. using your iDisk through the web is slow, clunky, and confusing. so is managing your calendars. and making a vcard export on me.com of ~200 contacts took over 10 minutes. suckage.

moreover, i hate the apple philosophy regarding photos. iphoto is a dungeon for your pictures, and makes it really easy for you to have shitty organization. it takes the same approach itunes does in fact. dump it all into a directory, and make a flatfile that tracks the meta information. essentially locking you into that software for the rest of your life and turning you into a zealot when it comes to iTunes, the ie6 of apple. this is not a problem for most people, so maybe it’s a personal problem.

picasa has a sync client. repeat. sync client. I’m starting shit now because most photophiles are using flickr. I myself still have a pro account, so my change over was obviously recent and abrupt. the reason? it sucks to have to upload photos. it seems simple as pie, but so do 800 of your daily tech-chores, so you end up not tagging, not annotating, and not getting a good sense of your pictures in any meaningful context. see what’s wrong?the flickr uploader is not a “sync” client. just pushes up, and it does it slowly and badly. whereas picasa allows you to dump pictures into folders and they automagically get sucked into google storage nirvana. later, when you are drunk and chillin with your pepsi max, you can batch tag all of your pics and quickly adjust photos. and the day when picasa/google shits the bed and you know you have to move to x y z? breeze. you have a mirror sitting on your computer with ALL meta information.

do the same with aperture, iPhoto, windows media gallery, etc. i did. it was bad. only one solution pulled my flickr pics WITH meta information, and it took days.

picasa does in fact push to flickr as well, but no sync. and picasa web albums are pretty fugly compared to zenphoto. comparing to flickr is dumb because flickr is ugly too. what was the tipping point?

5 bux->20gb->1 year, shared with your gmail account.

it’s a recession. marginal benefit. if your way is working, stick to it. I moved.

what do you lose? well if you view your photos as fodder for facebook-esque popularity, stay with flickr. if you hate using the picasa client for batch photo editing, (vs adobe butthole-ware or apple flatfile solutions) you should stay with flickr. if you are, let’s be honest, technically inept but want the functionality, I would say stay with flickr. wasn’t a potshot, just think you’ll have better brainless uploading on flickr, and its tried and true.

wow! I’m pro google again! sucks that apple and google are no longer BFFs. still, the picasa client in osx and windows is the same, and it’s worth at least a cursory look before ignoring. same with using google sync over mobile me for push mail, contacts, and calendaring.

I do not help anyone with this stuff so you are on your own if you try.

lies.

im ok with tmounted i guess. im tainted by the good and shit in life now. im no baby. life in oklahoma is as taint mounted as most places ive lived, mostly. cloistered, true, but still, tm is tm. its just that the tmount here is more easily identified. tattoos? maybe if people had them: FACEBOOK TMOUNT ASS. would everyone wear it? id be alone. maybe steven. hes an ass on fbook. meh. fyi i didnt make meh. im not that cool. mike lossos made it for me. it was my first meh, i adopted it, and im citing it. i do that. im not a ripper offer. hear that OK? cite it dont rip it.

so much has happened to me in the last 4 months that im pretty sure i have a novel of perfection and putrescence to publish. the range is awesome to behold. no its not. its old hat?

burglars? yeah. more hit me. was it at gunpoint? no. only chris remembers. was it full of love? yeah. only the lovers and the haters and the trespassers care. was there technology? yeah. tom cruise missed the script. gave it to alecgynness. was there music? ask the organ. it knows nothing. i saw dorian small, i saw elvis again, i saw the ghostland (barely), i saw weird stuff at soundpony that sounded good at the show but sucked after i listened to the cd i bought.

lets start somewhere real. a beautiful hotness and i dated for a brief forever and had some great now and thens and in betweens. we also saw vomit and wheatgrass and bad cameron movies together. we liked friday night lights and mostly liked eggs/cooking (not really just well cooked eggs @adamrio). there was lots of good and more than enough love in the world of happiness. the hurt afterwards is worse than rambo III and that bullet. happy doesnt erase imparity. life is a dick. wake up me. the app i use isnt working.

im inside a shell of hesitance lately. im not lost, nor am i in need of counsel. im just fucked up by a major rift in my life that i need to bridge and its a slow course. id say its the second rift but i barely understand one from the other.

love is awesome. and by that i mean a tall precipice you can stand on or fall off. dont fall off it sucks. hey thats wisdom! (bleh)

i went to prague.
http://picasaweb.google.com/saboot/Prague2009#
mikes camera. mine was taken. by DICKS.

it was extremely soon to leave the country after having my domicile raped again by would be “artisans” but it was travel or lose more money so i gunned it to the soviet failure. what happened? mike and aaron helped me drink my happiness away. what? wasnt i latently TB? why yes! its ok! i saw the last starfighter and i pressed THAT button!

we met people. we talked to people (while ordering) mike bought aaron a hat (again) i yelled cabbage (repeatedly) we walked (5-10 per day) we danced (once?) we drank (our sorrows?) into oblivion. they are of my best friends. dont screw with them. thats my right not yours. wait i owe rogers, and barras. so im into them both again. damnit.

christ mass sucked. im done with christ mass. unless its shel silversteins in july. its not cultural to waste money. its not religious to not spend that money on the unfortunate. its not good to hate on the unknown. its not healthy to eat an assload of crappy food for a week. its also not right to not sell <3.2 at grocery stores. unrelated. just end christ mass. stop massing. wake up assholes. im a diva.

where the hell am i lately. its hard for me to determine. i am starting to dig into my work. i see a bigger picture i guess. whats weird about it is i see a bigger picture that is both related and unrelated to my job. jobs, friends, family, music, fish, love, shades, over-used irony and mod-squad lingo.

the year is ripe. i have a lot to learn and hopefully less to not blog about. why do i use the word blog again after years? because blogging sucks again. yes. you are one of four to read this. its already ancient!

i resolve, months late, not to disrespect my friends. you are my futon. i dont change sheets often though. what?

ps curry send the chap again i was pumping gas. or thieving m nature if you willl.

look i havent blogged in a long time. but its not like i dont give a shit. in fact i give more shits now that ive taken two steps back and one step forward and four steps there.

i still drink a soda every now and then. i still prefer good music to bs music. i still try to keep my back straight in spite of my godly advantages. once in a while i think about the unfortunate.

some things are no longer the same. first of all, i have a zero tolerance policy for you if you watch FNC. get TF out. second, bye flickr you rocked then you sucked. third. thanks mariah. fourth? no more fourths.

brb.

though i still have over 8 books in progress. where is my mind.

my mind uploaded a lot of pictures. they are all here:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/saboot/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/saboot/sets/72157622259335265/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/saboot/sets/72157622259401227/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/saboot/sets/72157622384161634/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/saboot/sets/72157622384235326/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/saboot/sets/72157622384763272/

new: i think the gaming group has been born here. steven jenny and kevin are great gamers. it takes a group with a special head for stupid detail in order to have a good game. i dont think the group has the energy lately for playing arkham horror but it will come. maybe. arkham has killed steven and i every time. we will persevere.

the ebb and tide of my emotions has definitely stabilized over the last couple months. i have not had time to even doodle the kitteh tent that i need to make to make the z happy. i need to get on that. a few projects have risen to the top lately in fact.

time. is very precious. never waste it.

more new: i have been drinking juices here and there. jen tipped me off to the champion juicer model which is a masticating juicer whose motor just keeps on and on and on. who knew drinking vegetables could be so delicious. well obviously jen did.

im headed to atlanta for the weekend. my sister the urologist will not be working so we are going to hang out. were seeing medeski martin and wood on friday. jen took me to see elvis costello a couple weeks ago. yep. if you hear me whine about anything, please kick me in the teeth first, then punch my ass.

right now im trying to get my ankle to pop. you know that feeling where you have a joint that will make a satisfying pop but it wont pop?

mom and dad have iphones now. yasmin has an iphone. wtf have i done. my technolust has spread. i foisted it on my loving family who were free of the shackles previously. now we are all doomed. without their tempered restraint my electronic addictions will run amuck. dont talk to me. you might become the owner of a supercomputer or a tricorder the next day.

meh.

tirades:
1) if you are an asshole that doesnt GET it when people that you are talking to are bored out of their fucking minds, then you deserve to have people talk about you behind your back. why? you decided to waste their time and pretend to have a conversation but instead you just prattled on

2) if you are going to offer advice to someone, you should stop for a moment, take your hand, and slap your face as hard as you can. why? youre so wrong i can smell your odor from here.

3) hello garbage men and dipshit bums in the alley. its so much easier SO much easier, to get the garbage into the dumpster if the following occur: you dont slash the bags of GARBAGE open and throw the contents on the ground, and then OMFG if you throw the contents of the tub INTO the truck not ONTO the ground.

im winding down. somehow, although my goal was to be asleep by midnight every day, i have developed the 3am burnout. unfortunately for my special little body im at work by 830am. well nominally.

still, there must be a precipice. right? i cant keep dancing on the lips of a gaping mouth forever and not ever feel the hot breath of futility or internal collapse, can i? tonight its 2am, so maybe the winds of change are blowing that hot breath into my ear and giving me a slimy willy.

ahol and i are starting a band called ninja shit. ill keep you posted on this.

im in a hotel in mcalester tonight. i had to switch rooms because the air conditioner died in the first one and i almost melted into constituent puddles.

most notable occurances:

ik is coming to visit,
i scored a new-old juicer thanks to jen and greg and Taz,
there is a neon pink lit hotel named happy days down the street,
iphone + carrier hack = sweet sweet service. thanks bells.
the heart moves on.

i got a haircut today with my freebie after ten in a row and amanda (the ONLY stylist that has ever cut my hair and not made it look like a rat chewed through it) went pretty stylish on me. i feel like if i had asked her to “make it what morrissey might want HIS hair to be styled like” that she hit it. spot on. also she did something called “camouflage” which is subtle but i am impressed.

last night caleb and spencer and i went out on calebs boat to skiatook lake. all i can say is im lucky to be walking around in my shoes because i keep getting startled by how fucking awesome things are lately. and while it still surprises me to say it i think im really at home here in tulsa.

im off to make tabouli.

sabra lives in ny and she attended many parties at neans. wait correction. sabra STARTED SHIT on neans.

sabra: gossip, waffles, campaign, zombie.