Nine Stories

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... RAW talent discovered- via Ray's cell phone.


Seriously can't stop listening to LOVE VIGILANTES- intense NEW ORDER reobsession.



And for now. A healthy dose of Return of the Jedi. mmmmmmmmm

Tillandsias and Crispy Noodles

Someone asked me the other day what my favorite thing to do in San Francisco was- being that I just moved here and all. I rummaged my thoughts for a few things trying to pick just one and came up with... a list!

There's something about sharing lists with ya'll that makes my life seem a lot tidier and easier to describe, which I love:

1. Mysterious walks at night with no destination that most importantly involve nothing more than peering into magnificent cozy looking apartments with great windows.
2. Discovering new nooks and crannies.
3. Solo nighttime bike rides to Golden Gate Park and sometimes to the beach.
4. All the tiny movie theaters that I have yet to experience.
5. Paxton Gate and my ever-growing collection of Tillandsias.
6. Leaving the Embarcadero St. BART station with a destination of bagels/orange juice + my comfy desk at 8020 + the latest ep. of This American Life.
7. Dolores Park + Mexi Coke and sometimes brie and baguettes from Bi Rite.
8. Crispy noodles and spongy tofu stir-fry at Diego's.
9. Sitting on the floor at Amoeba and finding $2 records.
10. Browsing sidewalk sales in the Mission/anywhere.
10 1/2. The new California Academy of Sciences

coveted windows, tree, and second story porch in Hayes Valley.

Best of all- I'm moving upstairs on the first into a new bedroom with a) windows b) an ornamental fireplace c) less noise. Things are looking up! Literally! Hopefully I'll have a post with pictures up of my new room in the near future.

"I've Been Waiting for a Guide to Come and Take Me by the Hand"

... totally wrecked from that truffle.

for now...

Breathless for the 160-millionth-time.

What difference does it make?

Wow- VulgarPicture.com

on that note... it's been way too long since I've listened to Suedehead.

I "overheard" Radiohead playing at Golden Gate Park tonight (the first live at nighttime show ever in the history of concerts in the Park... or something like that). I sat across one of the lake/ponds by the Richmond and watched the stage lights bounce off of the water. Needless to say it was way more magical than being surrounded by a million festival-goers and paying FAR TOO MUCH money for a ticket.

Speaking of dollar billz... I think I'm going to end up splurging on this. Worth it? Yes.

Tomorrow morning: Trouble Coffee and toast, and coconuts (?) in the Sunset- and the beach of course.

not really twins

street find- no record inside- still...

Crafting Adventures

Found this three-dimensional fog map on sfgate.com today. Way cool. I think I can learn to love the foggy summer days here- especially magical at night when the moisture sparkles and swirls under street lamps. This is something I should record with my digital if I ever find the battery charger for it.

I think I'm going to do some craft oriented exploring today. I finally found a table on clist so I don't have to sew on the floor anymore. Meaning that once I pick it up I'll be busting out the singer and finally altering the piles of XXL dresses I've accumulated from [three years of] Tuesday nights at R.A.D.S.

A few working project ideas:
- crochet air plant hangers
- headbands with hat tulle
- shelves for my sewing table
- cactus terrarium
- curtains
- bubble hemmed dresses
- *name embroidered bibs from scrap fabric [for all those meals that Diego, Ray, Chelsey and Chesley and I have been eating on the floor and spilling- or maybe I've just been spilling]
- ebay or etsy shop

PS: still can't get over the suspense of Blaine almost getting booted from p-run

I miss Eno and Byrne -->

lolita goths, seaotters, (dark chocolate) milky way bars and chrissie hynde

epic saturday:
... all a day-long-date with diego
new discoveries include karaoke and DDR.



lolita goth convention at the metreon. halloween costume?

Later: matinee of the new woody allen flick.

*[update: We didn't see Vicky Cristina Barcelona although I still want to. Instead, Ray and I went to the Four Star Theatre on Clement to see American Teen. The Four Star Theatre was great- super cute, super tiny theater with only two seats on either side of the aisle way. And the movie was... entertaining.]

"you are a target!!"

Brenda + Dylan = luvrs 4 evr.

Magic!

Today ROCKS- because someone finally agreed to pay me for being awesome.

Team Yoga Studio:

(stolen from Robin's Flickr)

We did some serious exploring above the Castro last night- dreamy landscapes- mysterious fog- lots of adventurous hills and some badass slides. and donuts.

Now off to Painted Bird on Guerrero to buy a well deserved celebratory and self confidence boosting (I-am-on-my-way-to-not-being-broke) dress, or shoes, or a bag... something pretty.

Ten Reasons Why Today Was An Alright Kind Of Day

(in chronological order):

1. attractive guy on BART wearing boating shoes (gay?)
2. smelling chocolate and bagels after exiting at the embarcadero stop
3. the poppyseed and honey-almond-cream-cheese bagel with a fresh glass of OJ i bought on the way to work
4. yoga studio interview
5. chai from mojo on divis./the "women's" chinese olympic gymnastics team
6. eclaires with Ray at yerba buena
7. sfmoma/not having to wait in line
8. JAWS 3 (in 3D) at dolores park
9. ESG's "erase you" on my ipod
10. candy


... seriously creepy.

Russian Rivers

(photo cred to Ashlee Marshall)

Decided to leave the city for nicer weather even though it was probably one of the most gorgeous days in the city ever. Irony!
...
Next thing I know we're in some yuppy/hippy/redneck hybrid of a place called Sebastopol. Their Whole Foods salad bar didn't have veggie bacon-bits OR dried cranberries (ghetto). There was a farmers market across the street and a little boy got hit by a car.
...
Soon after, an entirely different incident occurred, leading me to discover another similarity (amongst many others) between children and dogs.

... for some reason I was reminded of Ghost World? I made sure to watch it when I got home. Received self affirmation (via Enid):

"By the end of the summer you're going to be up to your neck in pussy."

kayaks. and lazy bear weekend.

today at thrift town...

the sweet sound of tenderness.

Dreaming of Death and Destruction

...(and a few other things)

I've been having a lot of sordid-like nightmares lately revolving around smoke and flame damaged dwellings, be-headings, and obese ex-boyfriends asking for my hand in marriage (yeah, I dunno).

At the same time I've been coming across A LOT of fabulous Pismo-house related images on my computer. Some are REALLY old and REALLY (kind of) embarrassing. They also aren't in chronological order for a symbolic effect. So in honor of things that are slightly related and mostly unrelated-- enjoy this visual ode to "my childhood home":

(note: mug is full of red wine which later ended up on our rug beginning a two year battle of me trying to camouflage it)

(vintage photo- before we had furniture prob. day 3 after move in)

(Penny's favorite spot)

What we had at Pismo House was too epic to live on without us...

(so we burned the mother fucker down)










above and below ...photos span '05-'08