well i can finally say that WAV 3 has gone gold and is off to the printer. it was a frantic rush of last minute changes and cover debates, but i think we ended up with a really great newsstand debut. its really looking polished and we're crossing our fingers that the future of WAV is a bright one.

oh, and here's a screenbot to enjoy.

rest in peace, goby number one. its eerie how an aquarium can mirror our own lives so much.

i can see the light at the end of the tunnel. wav 3 is a breath away from being done and my eyes/brain are not thanking me for it. we have a such a jam packed issue full of goodness this time around - and national distribution to boot - that its going to be pretty exciting to see what happens in the months ahead. we've got the mars volta, ralph nader, barbara boxer, tom morello, 22-20's, sound tribe sector nine... the list goes on. i think it will be great timing with the release of "frances the mute" as well.

now all we have to do is rebuild the website to deliver on all the promises noted throughout the magazine...

i have been listening to the new mars volta album "frances the mute" all weekend and i have to say, i am absolutely floored. this is the best album i have heard in years; i am completely hooked. it has so much energy and travels to so many different places. somehow, they have managed to top themselves and its ridiculously beautiful. please treat your ears to it on march 1.

i find myself in a weird, timeless state of swimming into and out of memories. maybe its the rain. maybe its the gobies beginning to nip at each other. part of me is hopeful that what appears to be fighting is in fact some sort of goby mating ritual. i wouldn't get my hopes up though, as the puppet has taken to hiding in the rock all day.

it seems that the middle of the day is the easiest and i can bumble about without any sort of sinking feeling in my stomach. the lack of light outside manifests itself in reflection on the past - and it never seems to fail. my projects are keeping me busy and while that may have been a problem in the past, its at least helping me now.

i hope i am making the right decision in moving. my thoughts are going back and forth. one side is guilty, guilty for leaving, but i can't understand why. its the same sort of guilty feeling i used to get on sunday nights back in elementary school. its unexplainable and you just want it to go away. the other side is excited - excited to be trying something new and meeting some people. but most of all, to be surrounded by artists who will push me to pick up the art i have left behind.

i cannot ignore an overwhelming void i feel... everything reminds me the absence of what once filled it. i am also trying to understand how different people react to this and it seems to be split evenly down the middle: some people attempt to fill the void immediately and others take time for themselves beforehand. its increasingly difficult to find the meaning in little things when the large things are gone, but i used to be good at it and i hope to rediscover that.

some of you may think its sunday...but not i! it is 5:49am and still saturday night as far as i'm concerned. sometimes working on a robot cannon bus takes longer than one would expect. time for bed.

happy valentine's day everyone

mi·graine

1. A severe recurring headache, usually affecting only one side of the head, characterized by sharp pain and often accompanied by nausea,vomiting, and visual disturbances.
2. Extreme suckiness.
   

it seems like everything is changing for me right now, so i guess its only fitting that i make a new site (at least that will be my excuse). i feel like i'm in the 'middle' of something; somehow in transition between distinct periods of my life. i miss what i had, and in an instant - it doesn't exist anymore. i am optimistic about the future and what it will bring but i cannot ignore my inner feelings of loss. thanks for the experiences, firegun - see you, space cowgirl.

i have learned so much and i have so much more to learn, so here we go...