The Report

So, I guess I kind of live here now. I went to get a burrito at this sweet little taqueria and the owner recognized me. He called me by name and then gave me the locals discount. Good burrito, too (rice fried in cilantro and lime juice, spiced roast potato, and enough beans etc. to make me pace myself). Every day is full of new experiences and new people. My doubts about this harebrained venture are waning and I'm feeling less self conscious around prospective friends.
The short version is, I'm glad to be here.
Highlights from the weekend include

• getting a place to live with the owners of a coffee shop (pictures to come; this place is right out of a Hallmark card)
• sitting in on a mediation group (mixing it up from the bong-ripping, gnar-shredding crowd)
• watching a free screening of a Broncos/Chargers game at the local theater (quote of the week: "If he gets long-winded, ask him if he's writing a book. If he says yes, tell him to leave that chapter out and make it a mystery.") and 
• getting a discount on skis for aspiring to work on the mountain.

And, in defense of the gnar-shredders, there is some fantastic dub-step out here. If Ecstatic Dance has left you wanting, you oughta check out the wOMp I've been exposed to in the last week.

Also, Point Break is an incredible piece of cinema. If you thought Hurt Locker was good, check out what Ms. Bigelow was doing 17 years earlier. And if you're rolling your eyes right now because you've seen it, watch it again (for the 3rd time like I just did) and get back to me.