Oakland to Nashville: The Superdrag pilgrimage

It was July of 2007. One day, I'd been listening to one of my all-time favorite bands, Superdrag, thinking, "I wonder if they'll ever reunite. I sure hope so." Not a week later, I got an email from the band's mailing list saying, "The rumors you may have seen online are absolutely true. The original Superdrag line-up are reuniting to play 6 limited tour dates in October and November!"

Of course, none of the tour dates were near me, but the band was going to play in their hometown of Knoxville, Tenn. and in nearby Nashville. Jokingly, I sent Heather an email saying, "Wanna fly to Nashville for our anniversary? You can nap during the set." (See her answer for the explanation of that one.) After going back and forth and me finding $445 round-trip airfare for both of us, we decided to book it. So we flew 2,000 miles to see one of my favorite bands reunite.

And then I drove 40 miles to see them when they came to San Francisco 9 months later.

Saying what everyone's thinking

Jimmy Kimmel was either really drunk or has really big (metaphorical) balls. Either way, this is a victory for brutal honesty. Kimmel to ABC's advertisers:

"Every year we lie to you and every year you come back for more."

Read the full story here.

I'm not here to make friends

(Thanks, Zack.)

The things I carry

I've recently been thinking about getting a business card holder to carry around, because I now have both Plinky and Farewell Typewriter business cards I could hand out. The only trouble is that I'm out of room in my pockets. See below.

Key ring
Keys are necessary to access my car, house, office, studio, etc. There's also a Swiss Army knife in case I get into a Swiss battle.

Rental car keys
Funny story! So I was in San Francisco in a parking garage, and all of a sudden WHAM! this giant concrete support beam sneaks up on me and runs into the side of my car door, scratching it and taking off the driver's-side mirror. At least that's what I told the insurance company.

Jimi wallet
This thing is the best wallet I've ever owned. It's $15, slim and hip.

ChapStick
Dry lips don't get the ladies.

Extra peppermint gum
I've written about my love for Extra peppermint gum before, but I've chewed this same gum for at least 10 years. Hope it doesn't have anything awful in it.

Hipster PDA (& Pilot G-2 pen)
Merlin's simple little invention has been a godsend for me. I've found it invaluable to have something on hand to catch all the little ideas that pop into my brain or are put there by other people.

Guitar picks
Because you never know when there's a guitar to be played.

iPhone
Duh.

Coming of age in the Internet age

I think one of the first Internet experiences I had was using Prodigy at my friend Scott's house in about 1992. It was slow, clunky and I don't even know if I knew what the point was at the time, but hey, fancy computer thing!

It wasn't until a couple of years later that I believe Jason, home from college and hip to this whole "Interwebz," had a computer with dial-up internet access in our parents' house. I would occasionally log on to check out news from bands I liked, and specifically remember learning of Soundgarden's breakup from their website in 1997. It was also around this time that I would go over to my friend Tony's house and go into AOL chat rooms trying to convince dudes that we were a hot woman. Lest ye judge, keep in mind that we were not setting anything on fire or stealing liquor.

I got my first computer in 2000 or so, which is when I started blogging. Having my own little portal to the outside world (thankfully we had a second phone line) was an amazing experience, especially at the time (Napster was hot, blogging was still a smallish community, and Facebook didn't exist yet). Since then, I've been thankful to have my brain slowly replaced by such a huge database of information and videos of celebrity rants.

Meet Plinky

After months of toiling in obscurity, responding to friends' inquiries about what I do with, "You'll see," I'm proud to say that the company I've been working for has launched Plinky.

My brother Jason founded the startup last year. It's been really interesting to see the idea come to light at first from a spectator's standpoint, and then join the team responsible for building it halfway through the process.

When I joined, I already had a pretty good idea of what Jason was trying to achieve, and had some thoughts of my own about what Plinky could do for people. Jason was trying to solve the "white space" problem of opening up a blank blog entry field and not knowing what to type. He saw value in providing people not only inspiration for what to write, but rich media enhancements to make resulting posts look interesting (maps for a question about location, album art for questions about songs, etc.)

As a writer, I loved the idea of giving people this kind of helpful shove. I was hired as Plinky's community manager, and I'm also the writer/editor of the prompts that are the backbone of the service. It hasn't been an easy task, but I've tried to write prompts that will inspire people to either tell a story about something they've experienced or reveal a bit about their personality through sharing their preferences for songs, travel spots, posse members and a lot more that's yet to come.

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When I started blogging more than eight years ago, not everyone knew what a blog was, and there were few forms of social media through which one could express themselves online. For the first few years I blogged, people were often surprised to learn I had my own website. Due to Jason's high profile, I was a quasi-pseudo-hemi-celebrity online and felt somehow obligated to continue posting regularly.

Fast forward just a few years to the Facebook/Twitter age, where many more people have established an online presence and post frequent (if brief) updates about themselves to various services. When Twitter came along in 2006, I had already shifted to a style of writing on my blog where I wrote very brief posts, partly for stylistic reasons and partly because I was lazy. Once I started using Twitter more regularly, I had almost no reason to post to my blog any longer, but found myself missing it.

With Plinky, I now have a reason to write something a little longer, a little more interesting, and often more revealing about myself than my often-goofy toots. (You can see my Plinky profile here, and I'll probably post updates through to this blog once in a while.)

I hope you try out Plinky (or already have) and let us know if you have any feedback. As community manager, I see it as my job to keep my eyes and ears on the users (and even potential users) of Plinky and stay engaged in conversations with them about what they like, what they don't, what they want to see, and anything else they want to talk to us about.

My next band will be called Rhino Takedown

(via MAKE: Blog.)

Don't you hate that?

Ever have that moment where you think you're about to lock your keys in your car? But it's too late to do anything about it? And so there you go, just like a dope, closing the door all the while thinking, "Oh crap?" But then you check and it turns out you actually have your keys so it's fine? And then you're so overjoyed that you grab the next stranger you see and kiss them full on the lips, even if it's someone of the same gender and you're straight and happily married? And then you have that awkward moment where you've kissed this stranger and you then have to ask his name? And you offer to walk him to his car? And then the two of you go out to dinner, and you have a really good time? And you agree to go on a two-week Mexican cruise with him? And when you return, your marriage is destroyed, you lose all your money and wind up living in a friend's basement, working nights at a convenience store and crying yourself to sleep?

No, me neither. I was just asking.

The rambler

I was about to write a post called "Seven albums I couldn't do without" or something like that, and I decided to postpone it because instead of seven, I came up with 35.

You might say I have somewhat of a problem — an addiction, nearly. I own at least 1,000 CDs. My iTunes library says I have 14,651 items. I could press "play" at the top of my music collection and I wouldn't run out of listening material until the 40th straight day. That doesn't account for the LP collection (300ish?) in my closet.

You'd think that with that much music, I'd have "enough." And by "you," I mean my mother. When I lived at home and had to keep buying increasingly larger CD shelves, Mom used to tell me that in college, she had one little crate with a few records, and that was enough. She eventually gave up on telling me the story.

I couldn't possibly listen to everything in my collection with any regularity, right? So why buy new stuff? Well, it's because I'm hungry. Sounds corny, but it's the only comparison I can use. You know those fit guys you knew in school who never seemed to get full? (In some cases, these "guys" were tiny girls, which was even more perplexing.) These guys would eat a burger as an appetizer before chowing down a steak, and still have room for a baked potato and ice cream.

That's how I feel about music: I can never get enough. I've been trying to figure out why, and here's what I came up with: I'm a thrill-seeker. Not in the traditional sense of jumping out of airplanes or other stupidly dangerous shit, but in the sense of the thrill and excitement of a new experience. When I hear a record for the first time, it will evoke something different in me than anything else I've heard. It might remind me of another record or song or artist, but in a slightly different way. I'd rather have that feeling a thousand times than hear the same crate of records over and over again.

I then realized that this is how I live my life in almost every area. I have my favorite beers, sure, but I'm more likely to order something I've never tried, just to see if my taste buds are delighted in a different way. When Heather and I make travel plans, we seek out someplace we've never been, so we can see buildings our eyes never imagined (or have only seen in two dimensions), smell air that might be a little unfamiliar and meet people who have been raised in a different environment. And Netflix is a cinematic Godsend for a thrill-seeker.

Why am I telling you this? I'm not. I'm telling myself. Because any time I'm tempted to stick with what I know just because it's easier, I could use a reminder that what makes me happy isn't necessarily the comfort of familiarity — it's the thrill of discovery.

A friendly (a.k.a. passive-aggressive) reminder