Nonsensor.

Sadly, the more things there are to blog about, the less time there is to do it. I couldn't thing of a theme to tie it together, so Dada it is. What's happening?

• Gavin got a new blog design.
• Dozens of 14-year-olds put some hexadecimal numbers on the internet.
• I went to see Jello Biafra speak, then snuck my way upstairs to see the end of the always-psychedelic Acid Mothers Temple and Melting Paraiso UFO show. The guitarist was hanging his guitar from the ceiling as they wound up what sounded like a multi-hour heavy metal freakout jam. Unsurprisingly, the Magic Stick smelled like a bong. However, I stood in line to buy pizza behind Kawabata, and he didn't smell like a hippie or a guy who'd been in a van all year.
  
• I watched a friend buy a Skynyrd record with no irony.
• Some people came over for Cinco de Mayo to enjoy my grilled/marinated chicken taco stylings and scratch-made margarita recipe. 2 parts tequila, 1 part triple sec, 1 part Rose's lime juice and some more fresh lime juice squeezed in for good measure. Now you know my secret, don't let it fall into the wrong hands.