1521 8th Ave.

Diego taking a poop on the porch.

backyard. (note the ladder for roof access)

sun room off of kitchen (looks over backyard).

looking into the living room from the dining room.

"dining room"

bedroom!

view from bedroom.

window seats!

living room

(remember trees?)

JPG Issue 19

Dreams Never End

Movement.

oh yeah

Happy Belated Halloween.
Did you have fun? I did.

cities in the dust

"Sometimes I forget I like music.

And I just listen to Siouxsie and the Banshees for daysss."

Train to Portland in two weeks. Moving to Diego's couch in two weeks. New home in January.

Today:

- afternoon nap.

- Wild Combination Arthur Russell Doc at the Roxie

Tomorrow:

- SF MOMA (Puryear) or DeYoung (YSL) or both.

- The Richmond

- The Library.

Wednesday:

- New hair!

Friday:

- Gang Gang Dance and Marnie Stern at BIMBOS

- Eclaires.

Saturday:

- cousins time.

Sunday:

- Pit Er Pat (aka official two time Pismo house slumber party members) and Lucky Dragons (!!) at the HEMLOCK.

Today is an Ariel Pink listening and St. Elmo's Fire watching kind of day.

Not at the same time of course.

PS: Synecdoche, NY? I don't know what to say really. It was good?

pier 14

JPG photo: Rhio Hirsch

muni won today.
my coworker beat my bike on BART.
what's wrong in the world?

grillz bitch.

ectoplasm.

SFMOMA's newest exhibit "Brought to Light: Photography and the Invisible" is really something. The always awesome curators of MOMA put together a sweet show chronicling the advent of photography and the importance it played in developing observational knowledge in astronomy (the first telescopic photos of the surface of the moon) to the anatomics of biological life to ghostly apparitions.

What really struck a chord with me was their collection of Spirit Photography. I don't know what it is about these old timey long exposures-- but I'm officially obsessed with silly shots of ectoplasms and transparent handlebar moustaches. Despite the obvious falsity of it all, most of these shots are plain creepy.

I've spent hours browsing the interweb and found some seriously legit sites that have done an excellent job of archiving a these photos (not to mention some excellent seance stories).

Here are a few from the American Museum of Photography:

Mrs. Mary Marshall (1930) The ghost of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle manifests in some chick's boogers. Take that Sherlock.

Mrs. Dorothy Henderson

Mrs. Henderson is the medium in a small seance conducted by the Marylebone Spiritualist Association. (Apparently she volunteered in many of the assoc. seances-- what a pasttime).

The Marylebone Assoc. was just one of many dedicated to the exploration of spiritualism. After the end of the Civil War the belief in spiritualism grew when families wished to gain contact with loved ones killed in battle.

On a side note: this reminds me of a Twilight Zone Episode I just watched called The Passerby. TZ's melodramatic Civil War era ghost story has a twist ending that rivals M. Night Shamanamanmanan's weak attempt to shock in The Sixth Sense. Now I need a rainy day to curl up and watch all of Gone With the Wind in one sitting.

William Hope, founder of the Crew Circle, picked up Spirtualism after "accidentally" capturing the image of a ghost while photographing a friend. He then built up a steady business capturing the WWI deceased. Years later he was caught using glass plates to falsify the materialization of spirits in his photographs- oopsies. The National Media Museum has a great Flickr set of William Hope's spirit photographs. Check it out.

Stacy Q.

is the shit

crispy cream

Something about today makes me want to listen to listen to Jazz and read a book in bed... under the covers with a glass of wine--

I think I'll do that.

up punxx

Lovefool.

Two Fridays in a row at the Castro Theatre. I can't even come close to describing how magical Baz Luhrmann's Romeo and Juliet was on the big screen.

Even though I was surrounded by HATERS.

a-bit-o-GARBAGE:

Speaking of Claire Danes... My So Called Life? Speaking of My So Called Life...

JORDAN CATALANO.

Check out this awesome youtube fan-video (love those). HILARIOUS

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SbMZXSzsDjo

... so disappointed they didn't include Jared Leto a-la Requiem For a Dream.

Thats typically how I envision Jordan Catalano's future.

Also last night:

Vincent Gallo's Buffalo '66 shined the silver Castro screen in trailer form.

The trailer, so good-- so better than the movie itself.

here comes the rain again...

from JPG member Lisa Fletcher

narcissism

JPG Photo-shoot for issue #20!

I'm kind of a celebrity in San Francisco. Have you heard of the lovely film artist Chelsey Dubiel? She's going to make me famous on the East Coast.

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How I miss thee,
Living Room.

FOUND

... chillin' on my desktop.

because EVERY DAY IS LIKE SUNDAY :)

HMB, VCR, MBV

A VERY TRAGIC THING HAPPENED THIS MORNING:

THE VCR PLAYER ON MY TRUSTY TV/VCR IN ONE TOSHIBA DIED.

this blog post is dedicated to the good times we've had together over the past 10+ years
watching You've Got Mail, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Center Stage and Say Anything
over, and over, and over.
and over.
again.

12/95 - 9/08

On a lighter note-- I had an excellent first time excursion to Half Moon Bay yesterday.

Chelsey, Chesley, Diego, Lola, and I piled into the Nissan and headed for the coast with an appetite for adventure.


(FANTASTIC THE CAT).



(This park blows).

THINGS DISCOVERED (in chronological order):

- Self serve chip and salsa bar + Horchata = fabulousness.
- The cats of HMB (most importantly FANTASTIC THE CAT).
- The Lola project.
- Everything closes once we find it.
- HMB coffee shop is terrifying.
- That park on Main St. blows.
- Cops are scary too.
- Driving 92/280 is magical when the fog rolls in.
- Halloween Soxx.
... and more.

And more exciting news I finally finished my curtains:

Usually Mondays are a nightmare for me, this week it's different:

- MY BLOODY VALENTINE TUESDAY
- Vertigo Saturday (free).
- Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Fest (ELVIS COSTELLO) Sunday! (free).

Happy Birthday Diego!

22 years young.

(i owe you a million COCKtails).

................... Like Searching for Meaning in a Pauly Shore Movie

I can't believe I forgot how classic Clueless is (forgot as in its been maybe a year since James and I watched it every other day for a month straight). What other movie so accurately depicts growing up as a young girl in the 90s? Cher is the OG Diva-- so on top of it and with such great taste in men. Why is there no Fred Segal in San Francisco?

Alicia Silverstone, also the shit, remember The Crush? That scene... with the tampon and the used condom. So creepy... so good.



She's also a Vegetarian.

Too bad this happened to her.

Anyways- I can't wait for 90s Vintage.

Blowfish

The Academy of Science = awesome.

san diego.

... it's nice to remember where you came from.

the return from SD. albeit tedious, perilous, and something else-ous.

I made it and back.

JPGmag.com

thank you.