Metropolis

Well, here I am on another Sunday afternoon, in my underwear, eating grapefruit (you are not required to visualize that). Fourteen continuous hours of partying last night, the bulk of which was pretty mellow. Metropolis (3Com park mega-kiddie-rave) generally gave me the impression of 10,000 person BBQ, with my state of mind rapidly oscillating between profound concern for the youth of our nation (and the future of our country), and contact high optimism/giddiness due to the sheer magnitude of the event, (comparable only to the Matrix Reloaded shoot I was an extra on in scale and grandiosity of vision). I shouldn't rag on the youth too much; for every gaggle of roving teens I saw, careening around the premises with drug-addled unfocussedness, there was an equal number of beautiful kids totally into the music with open friendly vibes, really getting it for lack of a better way to put that. I'm sure plenty of that was chemically fueled as well - nothing wrong with that (except a few might be borderline depressive for the month or so due to their serotonin receptor being hammered with pile drivers all night), it's just that I wish more kids would tune into the fundamental psychedelic nature of creation itself (you know, turn off the cognitive gears for a few minutes, get into the Planetarium laser lightshow of the mind) ... I mean, isn't it trippy enough that one is somehow alive and breathing and more or less conscious of one's own existence (aside: my favorite fucked-up-use-of-English-on-a-flyer prize goes to CoolWorld where apparently there will be "global conscious booths" - hopefully the booths won't take over the event and demand equal rights with humans) and interfacing with thousands of other lifeforms (as well as the millions of symbiotic ones inside of "you") in a universe where you can (at least as an adult in a democratic nation) basically create whatever kind of reality you want for yourself? But I rant.

The next party was our own Qoöl Saturdays at DNA Lounge, which was definitely our best one yet due to the incredible work put in by our event manager Jackie von Treskow and our promotions team spearheaded by Marc "The Chef" Fong (wearing bright orange leopard skin chaps). The theme was orange, discount with those wearing orange, visuals by Xian of a spinning orange, everything in orange light, orange paintings by Beth, orange lanterns by Jackie and the decorations crew, and us all looking like foölios in handmade shirts with orange popsicles and silly nicknames ironed on. Yes okay we are a bunch of silly people, but the party was packed and going off until 5am or so. Jonathan Ojeda was our special secret guest and did a fantastic job (we would have asked Crystal Method at Metropolis but apparently they don't like beer as they never wandered into the beer tent we were hosting), but we were happier to have Jonathan anyway, all in the family. DNA staff is really great to work with too, they all got into the orange them with orange drink specials and other displays of school spirit, much appreciated.

OK time to get something done today besides share my useless stream of consciousness with nobody in particular slash the whole world. When is Spesh going to blog something? Lucky for you his will likely be more concise ... beyond that I refuse to predict.

My hair is bright orange. Not sure how I feel about that.