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Normal service will be resumed shortly. Passion Pit at the Echoplex tonight.

Big Sur, 2006.

An little itty bitty bit of “Dead End Street” a million years ago at Little Joy before Little Joy went all wronger than wrong. (Seriously, have you seen the new mural they’re painting on it right now? Is it meant to be ironic? What?!)

Anyway, it’s from the night when I took the picture that the world and his wife all love:

…as opposed to this Australian nonsense I’m currently talking.

Amazement; stars; flashing lights; public nudity; smoking in a no-smoking zone; bare feet; tequila hiccups; funny accents; private karaoke box.

Fun, fun, fun in Little Tokyo. When I left there were girls passed out everywhere.

Bye bye, Ditte!

Someone in Austin is jealous.

It’s been a Californian few days, earthquakes and sunshine.

I forgot about these. We woke up and discovered there was still snow on the mountains. The end.

[If you're the sort of person who likes pictures but hates to click, you can see the whole silly story here.]

Bang Art is a gorgeous Italian magazine (seriously, go to their website and have a look), and for some reason they wanted to put me in it.

If you’d like to read about me in Italian, you can see the full-size version.