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After a brief visit, my parents have moved on towards Santa Cruz to visit Margaret, and I’m back to eating scrambled eggs balanced on gas-station bread at my desk.

It’s a good thing I only eat like a king a few days out of the year, as it might otherwise get to my head and insight wild spending frenzies at low-light little boutique foodie hangs like the one we dined in last night. There are no words that I can think of which adequately describe how delicious my meal was, so I’ll just leave it at that. However, I will say that if you’re ever wondering where true (honest/pure/magical) happiness can be found, I’d start looking here.

Two more things before I go. First off, I recently stumbled upon an absolutely fantastic collection of photos taken by Hunter S. Thompson that are now on display at M+B in LA. They’re all beautiful; though I particularly like the self portraits.

“Click here to check out the rest.“:

And second, though I have already told most of the people who read this blog about them in person already, I figured it couldn’t hurt to recommend Empire of the Sun more publicly. If anyone has spent time around MGMT’s first album (and were enormously disappointed by their second) this might be just the kind of medicine you need.

I’ve included my favorite…