3 months after being lost, the iPod Touch has found it's way home. w00t! about 21 hours ago from twhirl

I lost my newly purchased iPod Touch on a trip to San Francisco at New Year's. I'd been in the city just a couple hours. I'd taken a cab to the San Francisco Food Bank for a volunteer activity and the Touch stayed in the cab. I didn't worry much about it. I try to not have an overwhelming connection to things, property, what have you. I'm possessive of experiences, thoughts, and emotions. The stuff -- the physical stuff -- well, it's never really ours at all is it? It all goes back into the ground eventually just as we do. Besides that, I had a wonderful time that day and didn't want my carelessness to ruin the feeling I had. Not to get all philosophical on a Sunday, but whoomp, there it is.

Cut to 6 weeks later, I get an email from a guy asking me if I lost my iPod. I excitedly replied and we had a conversation. He grilled me on what I named the Touch (Luke Cage). I noted that my iPod Classic is currently named Nightwing and that my new iMac was named The Immortal Iron Fist (blogger's note: I'm kind of a freaky mac nerd these days. I didn't realize how bad it had become). He asked where I'd lost it. I told him the story. He complimented my music tastes. I thanked him for recognizing. He kind of dejectedly said he guessed he'd send it back to me.

It took a few more weeks but he did. I hadn't been to my P.O. Box in awhile but, yesterday  there it was. I'm so excited to have it back. With the 20 buck upgrade, it's become an even cooler device. I'm sending the good samaritan a nice Amazon gift certificate this morning.

Gadgets and good folks rule.

@ poketo. Chillin in a cabaná with a bed swing about 14 hours ago from im

Scooter Kitty's friends and my acquaintances, Ted and Angie, run POKETO and they recently purchased a loft in Little Tokyo. They had their first art show there last night and it was hella fun. I rode in an elevator with Paul Frank and his wife. I bought prints by Tom and Rama. I ran into a former co-worker. We unexpectedly created a hot tub party on the building's posh rooftop pool area. It was a glorious evening and it didn't stop there. After several hours with our tootsies in the warm bubbly soup, we made our way over to 1st street and Far Bar.

Far bar. Drinking. In need of late night vittles about 11 hours ago from im

Far Bar - the hidden away side alley mostly outdoor bar is a perfect place to stop for a quick drink. They make them strong. The spot has a lot of style and a nice mish-moshed crowd of locals, Asian trendsters, and the accidental entrants. We were all hungry, though, and soon made our way up the street for some late night cuisine. I can't for the life of me remember the name of the restaurant but I had a pork cutlet bowl and iced coffee from a can while Godzilla hung over our heads next to giant winged cupie dolls and the home shopping network tried to sell us heart shaped faux jade pendants from a small color tv at the door.

The only way the evening could've been more perfect is if there was a spontaneous dance party in front of MOCA.

But, I'll take what I got.

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