February 24, 2003
 
Austin Willacy's new CD, page 7, is finally out. The album's final track is "Feelin Funkae," a song that I wrote for the House Jacks back in the mid-90's. Austin and I co-produced this new version -- with instruments, of course.
 
It slams damn hard, if I may say so myself. I'll have a Flash sample up soon; in the meantime you can find it elsewhere:
 

	Feelin Funkae - MP3 (from austinwillacy.com)
	Feelin Funkae - Real Audio (from cdbaby.com)

If you like what you hear, go buy the album at CD Baby.
 
 

 
February 21, 2003
 
Many thanks to all you fine folks who tipped me off about my appearance in Beth Lisick's SFGate column today. To wit:
 

"But the part I really wished I had caught on tape was Andrew Chaikin instructing the crowd in the art of beatboxing. A consummate professional, he didn't give up on us even when our floor toms and crash cymbals came out sounding like wimpy coughs and sibilant hisses. Well, he actually did give up on us when the neighbors called the bartender and asked everyone to cut it out."

 
Thanks, Beth. You rock.
 
 

 
February 12, 2003
 
Back in touch with my Inner Ascetic, I'm now cleaning out my closet. Suffice it to say, it feels great.
 
I found a whole bunch of perfectly nice business clothes that I don't wear anymore (ah, those dot-com days), and it didn't seem right to haul those off to Goodwill with the rest of the stuff.
 
There are a handful of organizations in the Bay Area that provide snazzy business clothing to low-income women going on job interviews, but only after some digging did I find one that does the same for men: A Miner Miracle, in San Francisco.
 
So c'mon, all you ex-dot-commers -- give some of those French-blue shirts a new home.
 
 

 
February 10, 2003
 
I'm back home in San Francisco. I've been stateside for about 3 days; I'm still going through mild culture shock.
 
I'll be putting up more Letters from Asia soon, including pictures.