A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, there 2 guys who kicked it in Montreal and did what you do when you're in university in Montreal the year before the referendum. You make your own bongs. You learn to beat match jungle. You get your weed from a guy named "Stanko". You date crazy chicks from Winnipeg. Stuff happens and people move, but fate has a funny way of working sometimes...

And so the Chief Scientist and myself, the cake of bass, the basscakes, found ourselves once again in close proximity 10 years later, both living in Vancouver. Things were distinctly different. A metamorphosis had taken place. The seedlings of the Ghetto Pimp Summer had been planted. After a diversion in San Francisco, I settled down in Seattle.

It's the strangest situation to be in. As a native east coaster, the only comparison I can draw is what I imagine living in Philly is like -- 2 hours south of New York. Except (at least for now) they have decent train service between the 2 cities. And Philly is kind of cool. I mean the Roots are from there. And Hollertronix.

But I digress. My entire social life is in Vancouver and I live a 2.5 hour drive (assuming the cesspool that is Everett is only experiencing a modest amount of senseless backup and gridlock) and 1 international border away from where most of my friends live. None the less, it provides a strange kind of advantage for the GPS project. It's like whenever I am up there, I am Mr. Vacation. It's not where I live and I am not taken totally for granted. I have a couple of friends here in Seattle, and we all experience that same thing when crossing the border. A more or less complete loss of control. We cross the border and it is a giant shitstorm of partying. Of course, I don't call Vancouver Whistler Village South for nothing. Sure, it used to be "no fun city" but the people that live there are a long way from "no fun". I'd like the packet ninja of power to introduce himself before I spiel for 30 pages, so I'll try to let that happen.

One other word of wisdom. You wonder what fucking assholes quote 2 short and then talk in compelte sentences of varying coherance but general eloquence. It's assholes like us. The original purpose of Ghetto Pimp Summer was for a group of friends to stay single all summer and not get caught up in any bullshit. So it is in a state of complete irony that as I start this log, all the members of the tribe find themselves... in varying states of not being single.