Cat sent me her photos from the Christmas Party where Bryan, Matt, and I played guitar, so I thought I'd post them. She also shot a few short videos, so I put two of those online as well:

• Angels We Have Heard On High (4.3mb X-Vid video)
• Jaeden's Proto-Headbangs (2.4mb X-Vid video)

The people's talking kind of drowns it out, but you can still make out the music. Also, Jaeden is being brought up to be awesome.

I was going through all my old camcorder tapes today, trying to locate the video of my brother and I almost getting hit by a plane at St. Barths. I didn't find it, but I did encounter a bunch of fun videos I had forgotten. In lieu of the propeller death video, I figured I'd put these up instead. Odds are they won't be amusing to people who weren't actually there at the time, but I figure that's probably most of you anyway.

My Xvid encoder was being obstinate, and would sometimes refuse to encode a video with anything other than the absolute lowest audio quality setting. Ah well, they're not too bad, and it's only one or two of them.

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I read about myheritage.com, a site that uses facial recognition software to tell you what celebrities you resemble. I tried uploading a few photos of myself, and here's the results.

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OK, maybe not so marauding, but I seem to have acquired a zit on the very edge of my eyelid. I didn't know you could do that. I'm quite proud of myself. And I couldn't deny you the joy of witnessing such a fine display pimplery. It's like this zit was playing chicken with his friends in a classic 50s movie, and he was the one who ended up in the classic scene with two wheels of the car hanging off of a cliff. Except in those movies, usually once the characters slip off of the car, it falls crashing into the crevasse. Or, in this case, MY EYE.

Anyway, here's the picture. Warning, it is an extreme closeup of my eye (come on, like you're not gonna look).

After our unfulfilling experience with early admission on Saturday, we didn't bother getting up early on Sunday. We slept in and woke up around 11am and leisurely got dressed and headed to the park a little after noon. The weather report said it was supposed to rain, so the park was much emptier than the day before.

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Man, I've been getting behind in documenting my life. Spending too much time living it. OK, so Liz came to visit a few weeks ago, and it was an awesome week. Andres, Liz and I went to El Yunque and hiked down to the waterfall, although Liz didn't dare to jump down the first waterfall. Ah well, it was really scary my first time as well. On the way down, we stopped and ate awesome Puerto Rican food as is tradition, and then, exhausted and sated, drove down the mountain with the windows down and Sigur Rós enveloping us.

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With my 25th birthday and everything, I've been feeling a bit of remorse about the uncontrollably swift passage of time. I know I'm not old yet, but I'm older than I want to be. Sort of a quarter-life crisis, as it were. But George Carlin says, "Life is a series of dogs." And I'm still on my first. It feels like Chelsea has been with me all my life, and that's almost true.

And sure, she's getting a bit old, but the fact is, if my first dog is still alive and well, I don't have anything to complain about.

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In a fit of nostalgia, I was watching old home videos and rediscovered one Andrés and I recorded around 1997 of ourselves playing music. We were tasked with watching Natalia, who was about 2 years old at the time. So she was walking around the room, apparently diaperless, and occasionally yelling out her babytalk backup vocals. However, our playing was interrupted by this event (5mb Xvid video). Babies are so lovably not in control of their body parts.

Yeah, so she's going to hate me. We mentioned the existence of this video to her a few months ago on our trip to DisneyWorld, and her embarassment was obvious; she demanded I destroy the tape. I tried to console her by explaining that we all have our embarassing moments; Andy ate poop, for example. She was not mollified. Oh well, hopefully by the time she is old enough to use the internet, this will have been posted so long ago that I can say, "it was a different time then!" as I shakily fend off her attacks with my cane.