Micah Panzich and The Henry Clay People

The photograph below was published in the district
on Wednesday, Jan. 28.

The handsome folks slugging back drinks at the Prospector last Saturday witnessed Micah Panzich sit solo and strum old acoustic tunes.

Ignacio Villanueva told me he saw Pete Tavera in the bathroom and said, "Hey Pete, what's up? I heard Micah is dropping the 'S' from The Paperplanes."

Apparently Pete kicked him in the mouth, or something like that.

All kidding aside, Micah sailed beyond great. The whole establishment was proud of him.

I wish there was a recording. I sped over quick from rowing, so I forgot to bring all my gear.

When the last band, The Henry Clay People, began wailing I was staring at Reid Kinnett's mustache wishing I could sprout one without looking like my uncle.


Then I was distracted by a girl in a lopsided beanie and glasses. She approached me and inquired about the photos I was snapping. I explained my situation the best I could considering the wine and Jameson I'd been drinking since 5:30 p.m. She handed me a card and asked if I would send her any band photos I might have taken because her photographer dropped out of the assignment. The girl happened to be Ellen Griley from the district.

Well, to my surprise, one of the photos appeared in
today's issue, and online.

Cool.

Float or Fail? Float.

A dry breeze was bullying the water of Alamitos Bay
when I stepped foot on to the cold sand.


High tide must have hit hard last night considering the old faded
water line cuddled against the wall of Bay Shore Avenue.

The city workers were slowly retrieving the metal Christmas trees
from the water and prepping them for storage until late November.
The birds were chattering and people were bustling when John Equitz rolled up
in his white Astro Van around 11 a.m.


Float or Fail? Float. from cinque on Vimeo.

Today we were going to find out if Equitz's hand-made

paddleboard was going to float or fail.

Happy New Year

No resolutions.

Just delayed progression.

Recollections of the Daily Titan and Dollar Beer Night

Daily Titan 2008 from cinque on Vimeo.

Oklahoma Day Six

The last day was simply a day of traveling back home, but the beginning of the day is where I learned the severity of my dad's steering problem in the van.

On the way back to Chactaw we dealt with high winds and the possibility of icy situations.

The van was all over the road. We were getting blown into the next lane on our left and on to the shoulder on our right. It was definitely a white knuckle experience.

We made it back to my grandfather's house in one piece though.



We talked a bit then headed for the airport. My grandpa drove.

We made it through security easily, although Jeremy was pulled into another room for an intimate pat down. Due to fog, our plane ended up leaving two hours late, so we missed our connecting flight in Dallas. We finally boarded a plane around 8:45 p.m.

Jeremy's sister picked us up at John Wayne and she thoughtfully greeted us with a beer each. Thank you Donger.

I finally arrived home around midnight.

What a trip.

Oklahoma Day Five

The rest of the trip mellowed out. We woke up quite early the next day and headed out for breakfast at a local Watonga joint called Hi-De-Ho Cafe. The food resembled a home-cooked meal. Everyone enjoyed it.

We went for a long drive to visit places my dad usually camps and fishes at.

Then we started throwing rocks at frozen water.

After the tour, we settled in and started drinking at my dad's house. Jeremy and I got him to play with a balero. He actually pulled off a trick within seconds of grabbing the damn thing.

When the booze took hold we began making shit up. My dad wanted to play a game of "Drink the beer, kick the ball and do the balero trick."


A few tries later Jeremy and I went pro.

The night ended with Sinead O'Conner's "Nothing Compares 2 U," because my dad really likes that song.

I learned a lot about him over the week.