A photoblog and other things

I’ve just gotten back from another Panthers game, and this time they won! This doesn’t happen that often when I go to watch a game. It seemed for a while there that I was not going to see a Florida team win in any of the baseball, basketball, college football or ice hockey games that I went to watch. One thing I was hoping to see was a bit of fighting action. Call it the neanderthal in me but there is a saying that goes: “I went to watch a fight and a hockey game broke out” – and a bit of a fist fight always adds a bit more to the game. Yes, how primitive of me. However I must let it be known that I do not enjoy watching boxing. Not in the slightest.

Onto other stuff, hurricane Wilma apparently has its sights set on Florida. There is a lot of talk around work about this one. Maybe Wilma won’t amount to much but I can say this: I really hate the name Wilma. Anyone who names their child Wilma should get some therapy in my honest opinion. I can’t take a hurricane with the name Wilma seriously. I’m really getting sick of the whole hurricane thing as well.

The whole blog thing. Originally this blog was created to update people back home with my journey to the US. This journey was only supposed to last 3 months but it of course ended up lasting a lot longer and now here I am living in the US. Newsflash: That was my original intent. At some points I really wanted this blog to be a venting spot for things that frustrated me. Relationship oriented. Work oriented. *whatever* oriented. But I have a fair idea of who reads this so I don’t feel compelled to write down everything I want to because at the end of the day I’m a pretty secretive person and I really don’t want people to know me that well. Maybe I want to keep up some sort of illusion that there really is more to me than it seems.

But you know, that’s where music helps out because right now I’m going to go play the piano and then play the guitar and then perhaps I’ll sing a song about an ex-girlfriend from a couple of years ago who really screwed me around. I’ve got like heaps of other songs in various stages of being completed at the moment. I just need more skills to get them to a point where I can say “I’m happy with that”. The thing is, they range from classical to house and I don’t really know how to finish them. Yet.

Now that I’ve been writing a while I feel compelled to hit “Save as draft” or maybe even just close the page to delete this whole post. But you know what? I’m just going to hit “Publish post” and let the chips fall where they may.

Whatever and ever, amen.

It’s 12:20am, I’m in a writing mood. I actually went to see Santos Renuentes play at a place called Hoy Como Ayer in Miami. The section of Miami this place was located in is known as “Little Havana” and it lived up to its name as I was surrounded by Cubans and the place had a very Cuban-like atmosphere (well, that I could imagine anyway. I haven’t actually been to Cuba yet). But hey, the DVDs they were playing before Santos Renuentes began sounded a lot like Buena Vista Social Club. Santos Renuentes were good again of course. So I won’t elaborate any more on that.

I did get a bit tipsy at the start of the night before Santos Renuentes came on. They were supposed to start at 8:30pm sharp – that’s exactly what the flyer said. I got there 8:30pm sharp, got let in at 8:45pm and then they didn’t actually start until 9:30pm. I had to fill in the time with a couple of beers of course… on an empty stomach. Hello PK!

Anyway, Omar the bassist asked me to send a message to his girlfriend who could not make it to the gig. So I wrote this:

“¡Hola! ¿Como estas? Anyway, it’s PK here. Not Kristian. Kristian left the building a couple of drinks ago. Truth be known, I ordered a presidente but they gave me two. Maybe they heard me say “duo presidente”. They couldn’t understand the accent or something. Hope your study is going well and all. Damn, Cubans have no concept of time. 830 sharp my arse.”

But, it makes me a little sad. People actually prefer to see and talk to PK than Kristian. PK is more fun apparently. Whatever.

DISCLAIMER: I really don’t have a split personality or anything else like that. I just use the alcohol as an excuse so I can act like I really want to without people raising their eyebrows *too* much. Really, it’s true! :-p

Nah, just messing with ya. I think it unlikely that Coldplay would visit the fine city of Adelaide for one of their tours in the near future. I thought there was hope though when I received a Coldplay newsletter stating more shows in Australia, only to find that they were scheduling more shows in Brisbane, Sydney and Melbourne.

Bugger.

At any rate, I’m not in Adelaide and I got to see Coldplay a month ago. They were pretty damn awesome of course and I don’t know why I didn’t mention that fact on my blog. Perhaps I did… I dunno. Here are some shoddy pictures from the concert taken with my phone camera:

and would you like to see a picture of a wankerchop? Here is one:

Pre-coldplay (during the Rilo Kiley set) this guy was more interested in playing a game on his phone than talking to his girlfriend. I award the “tosspot of the month” award to the wankerchop above.

My long, long, long time friend Steve W called me from Australia just before I was due to leave for New York to inform me that he was now engaged to Carrie. This didn’t come as a shock to me at all of course. But heck, it does make me smile a bit when I think back a few years to a particular pub crawl… Steve did you really know what you were getting yourself into? Haha! I kid, I kid 🙂

Again, congratulations!