I want to buy a powerbook. Does that make me racist?

• I passed Ron Rifkin (the dad from Boiler Room and the D.A. in LA Confidential) on my way to work this morning. He's really short, and appeared to be in a hurry. Then again, that may just be his "shell." I find myself frequently star struck here, but increasingly more endeared to celebrities in general. I can't really explain that, but it's true. I don't feel sympathy, or sorry for them. Just, endeared. It's hard to explain.



• Got back in touch with some old friends on myspace yesterday. Nic Vanzee and his brother Ben were my two favorite people in college. They are from St. Paul, and were Greco Roman Wrestling Coaches. That was so much fun to walk around saying. I'm not small by normal standards, but these two were/are... big. I also happen to love wrestling (though even then, I had a hard time finding people who were my size and enjoyed it, so I ended up wrestling a lot of people smaller than me - Sorry, Adam. The alternative was wrestling Ben, and that wasn't gonna happen.)
  
  Anyway, it all got me thinking, I really hate myspace, but I've been connected with like 100 old friends on that god forsaken website. I just try to think of it like the DMV, or some insurance-induced physical. You gotta do it. It's gonna suck. But if you run into friends in the waiting room, that makes it better. Not worth it, necessarily, 'cause there still should be a more acceptable alternative to getting spammed by 14 year old porn stars and terrible, terrible bands, but still... better.