In my post about Kansas I talked about my friend Matt. He had is going away party this weekend. It was a nice party. Throughout the evening there were probably about ten to twenty-five people there. There was homemade pesto pasta, grilled chicken, and an enormous chocolate cake. After about an hour or so of wine and beer consumption people started to break the ice and talk to people they didn't know. I met K, D, A, and R, and some guy with spiked hair named Cory (pretty sure he couldn't have been named anything else).
After meeting a few people and talking to them about The Big Three, and about gas prices (now $2.07 a gallon), and about the how they met Matt (all stories contained something about how sweet he is), I wondered into the kitchen where I fell into an open forum on whether or not K should continue to go after a guy she has a crush on. After a few stories, for and against this fellow, who we had then nicknamed Brad, we were all in agreement that he was lame and she deserved more.
In the middle of this a few more people arrived. Some guy that had taken a look at our open house a week before walked right by and did the head nod to me. This was funny to me because he was probably one of the rudest people we have ever had at an open house. And we have head a lot of them. So that was odd. Some girl that hangs out at Stray Bar said she recognized me and came up and said hi. We chatted for awhile, she was super nice, and brought delicious shrimp and scallops. Which pretty much moved her up to number one in my book. At this point I wondered if this is just a really small world, or the odds that people who do similar things tend to hang out at similar places. Stray Bar girl met Matt at the climbing gym. I like to climb, but don't go much, Matt brought me climbing. My girlfriend works at Stray Bar. I play soccer with the owner of Stray Bar. Matt volunteers at an organization called Full Circle Fund. My company made a video for Full Circle fund last winter. Anyone, odds, statistics? Just weird. Anyway, as I am pondering this the back door opens and who walks in, but Roy from The Office. Yeah, swear to it. He walked right through the kitchen and no one else knew who he was. How can you not know who Roy is?! It's The Office!
Supposedly one of Matt's roommates went to Juilliard with said actor (I could be wrong). Small world? Yeah, it was a very good Saturday. Earlier that day some damn good friends of mine got their asses up, travelled downtown, and helped me shoot a video for Coldplay's video contest for their song Lost. I will give you my opinion about that later when and if I ever post the finish product.
ps- Roy has really pretty eyes.
does kansas really need more sun
My friend Matt is moving back to Kansas. If you knew Matt then knowing the way I met him is really not odd at all. He is probably the most uplifting, cheerful, friendly people I have ever met. He is all of those things without being cheesy, or fake, or ditzy. I think that's sometimes hard to do. We don't live near one another, and we haven't hung out as much as some of my other friends, but he probably knows me better than most.
He listens, and is understanding, and is realistic about expectations. He's driven and an entrepreneur, and is one hell of a catch. We met on a thing called the Presidigo. A bus / shuttle that hauls the people that live in the Presidio (essentially a park) to the Financial District. I had my headphones in as I hopped off the bus downtown, but he didn't care. He tapped me on the shoulder and said hello. He said I seemed like a nice person. Now, that's not something you get every morning. Especially when you spend that morning on the small bus like van thing crammed with 20 other people.
Thank you Matt for making me feel better than I ever could. For putting forth the effort to hang out and get together even when we were both busy. You are the best. Miss you buddy!
its magically delicious
Frozen Yogurt. It seems like about a thousand of these places popped up magically over night. Perhaps it was the sudden burst of the sweltering heat waves. Or, the push for people to have a sweet treat alternative to Oreos. Is this jump in frozen yogurt a national trend, or just another one of those San Francisco treats?
Go Eat Some:
yoCup
Icebee
Penguino's
Cefoire
I will admit, I have a punch card to yoCup at 685 Market St. They have yummy toppings.
Go Eat Some:
yoCup
Icebee
Penguino's
Cefoire
I will admit, I have a punch card to yoCup at 685 Market St. They have yummy toppings.
a joke i heard the other day
person 1 - "What's so cool about being a hipster?"
person 2 - "What?"
Person 1 -"Ha, you don't know?"
Thank you Mr. Matt.
person 2 - "What?"
Person 1 -"Ha, you don't know?"
Thank you Mr. Matt.
football and a kid in a crate
Some interesting things happened this weekend in the NFL. The Pittsburgh Steelers (a team I really don't like because they beat the Seahawks in the Superbowl a few years back, in a game that really only ended up the way it did because some ref must have gotten paid a mighty sum), played the San Diego Chargers. It is the only game in NFL history to end with a score of 11 to 10. Really, ever.
The Philadelphia Eagles played the Cincinnati Bengals, with their game ending in a tie, which hasn't happened since 2002. This is the Eagles fourth game tie since 1974.
The rest of my weekend was spent in the Eastbay. A few hours at the most, oh shall I say, non traditional Farmers Market I have ever been too. It felt like I was in another country. Or just in the Mission on a particularly busy sunny day. Except the store's of one dollar package of socks and stolen radio's isn't limited to just one street. It's an entire parking lot. Really, it was like an enormous Garage sale, with stands of corn on a stick, and icees. It was an experience to say the least, and well worth the five dollar sun glasses I bought.
As we were leaving the Market a guy walked pass us. In his hand he had a rope. The rope was connected to a milk crate. Inside the milk rate was a child, about three years old. The guy, I presume the dad, was dragging the kid around in the crate, through the parking lot, over speed bumps, and around cars. It was quite possibly the funniest thing I have seen in a long time. - sorry, no photo.
The Philadelphia Eagles played the Cincinnati Bengals, with their game ending in a tie, which hasn't happened since 2002. This is the Eagles fourth game tie since 1974.
The rest of my weekend was spent in the Eastbay. A few hours at the most, oh shall I say, non traditional Farmers Market I have ever been too. It felt like I was in another country. Or just in the Mission on a particularly busy sunny day. Except the store's of one dollar package of socks and stolen radio's isn't limited to just one street. It's an entire parking lot. Really, it was like an enormous Garage sale, with stands of corn on a stick, and icees. It was an experience to say the least, and well worth the five dollar sun glasses I bought.
As we were leaving the Market a guy walked pass us. In his hand he had a rope. The rope was connected to a milk crate. Inside the milk rate was a child, about three years old. The guy, I presume the dad, was dragging the kid around in the crate, through the parking lot, over speed bumps, and around cars. It was quite possibly the funniest thing I have seen in a long time. - sorry, no photo.
concerts are fun
Don't you love it when you're plans magically coincide with you're friends plans? Example - last night. I was going to see Bishop Allen, my friend was going to see An Horse. Both playing at The Independent, both awesome. I had never been to that venue before, so that in itself was a nice experience. I had heard An Horse before at a Tegan and Sara show, but for some reason I felt like they were better this time. Maybe it was because we were like 5 feet away from them, and seeing a girl rock out that hard o a guitar is awesome.
Besides their music I didn't know much about Bishop Allen. They are made up of four guys and one girl. The girl was set up on the side of the stage with a huge Xylophone. I don't think I have seen anyone play an instrument so serene before. During the last song of the finale she got center stage and sang a beautiful song. It was cool to see the band members in different positions. The show was great though. I felt like I was at an intimate college show.
An Horse
Bishop Allen
Besides their music I didn't know much about Bishop Allen. They are made up of four guys and one girl. The girl was set up on the side of the stage with a huge Xylophone. I don't think I have seen anyone play an instrument so serene before. During the last song of the finale she got center stage and sang a beautiful song. It was cool to see the band members in different positions. The show was great though. I felt like I was at an intimate college show.
An Horse
Bishop Allen
z-strap superhero
I was waiting for the bus last night right in front of a Sketchers store. The poster below caught my eye because it was so lame. Look at the girl. She's holding a shoe, trying to look seductive, or something. It's just an odd ad. Who holds a shoe like that? And really, is this going to make 14 year old girls want to purchase this shoe? Hardly.
Then I saw this cardboard cutout right next to the girl poster. Now this was kick ass. A super hero type figure for shoes, specifically the Z-Strap. Awesome.
Then I saw this cardboard cutout right next to the girl poster. Now this was kick ass. A super hero type figure for shoes, specifically the Z-Strap. Awesome.
tell me its not true
There is a reason I don't have cable. Skimming channels at my mom's house this weekend I somehow got sucked into watching championship racquetball. Yeah, racquetball. I didn't even know championship racquetball existed. Or that there were announcers who get paid to comment on this. A really not exciting of a sport, that should be exciting because it involves two grown men incased in an enormous glass box, smacking around a hard ass tiny ball. On paper, the makings of wonderful entertainment. But no. I really shouldn't be talking smack. I really like Ultimate Frisbee, and some people hearing about the sport probably assume it doesn't have a much of a following, including world championships. Anyway, after I snapped out of this crazy 3rd universe I was in I was flipping channels trying to find my religious Sunday football games, and there popped up a commercial for, wait for it... High School Musical Barbie Dolls. Oh yeah. I just about crapped myself. Isn't it enough that these kids are barely out of there teens, making hundreds of thousands, maybe millions of dollars, and now, they get their own Barbie dolls? Tell me it's not true. Jumping from that commercial real fast, all of a sudden before I knew it I was entranced by Dora the Explorer. Waving, oh you guessed it, a full on Gay Pride flag. Not just a nice little Rainbow, but THE flag. The brightly colored layers of the rainbow. Im sure it means nothing, and some animator just thought all those colors looked pretty. it just made me laugh. .... Where is my football?
Speaking of football. Australians, and all the other people around the world that play Rugby must think us Americans are big babies for playing with so many pads on.
The rest of the day was spent with the bestest, mst wonderful dog ever, puppy Raider (named b/c he was picked up from a Raiders cheerleader). I now understand how people can become attached to their pets. I have never actually been completely responsible for an animal before, it was nice. But, it also scared me because jeez, imagine having a child. I ran into a group of people who get together every Sunday at 9 am to play soccer. The only woman there actually knew Raider. Weird. Small community.
Speaking of football. Australians, and all the other people around the world that play Rugby must think us Americans are big babies for playing with so many pads on.
The rest of the day was spent with the bestest, mst wonderful dog ever, puppy Raider (named b/c he was picked up from a Raiders cheerleader). I now understand how people can become attached to their pets. I have never actually been completely responsible for an animal before, it was nice. But, it also scared me because jeez, imagine having a child. I ran into a group of people who get together every Sunday at 9 am to play soccer. The only woman there actually knew Raider. Weird. Small community.
tonight
I wasn't meaning to go because it was f-ing freezing outside, but on my bike ride home from work I passed the City Hall building, and I couldn't help but join. Although a candlelight vigil I feel is a bit dramatic, perhaps that's that people need to see. I don't know. Here's a snap shot from my phone. A woman was up on the steps speaking and said something comparing the wait of seeing slavery abolished to the wait for gay marriage to become legal. She's not going to wait 400 years and she's not going to wait 100. The fight over it is all so silly. Wake up people.
the election and me
Im not sure if this election really felt different than others, better than others, or more significant than others to anyone else, but to me, it felt powerful. Im not sure of the difference because I never really payed attention to any other election. I remember being eighteen and my dad took me to the polling place closest to our house. It was the fire station across the street from my elementary school. It was a little grey outside, misty, but not raining. I was wear tennis shoes and jeans. I didn't really know what the voting was for, or who was running, I just did what my dad said, "Vote for any and everything Republican." And as much as I probably agreed with my dad then, because I agreed with my dad about most things, I didn't really care.
This year I took the day off work. I've worked on days when I had fevers, and bronchitis, and pounding headaches, I can take a day off for something that should be a holiday anyway (what's the point of democracy if people can't get an hour off work to participate in it?). It was nice-ish weather. Nice compared to the rain lately (although I do admit I like the rain). I got my coffee, walked into the Army Salvation building, and with only 3 other people in line, cast my vote. When it came down to it I felt a little anxious and nervous that I would accidentally connect the arrow wrong.
I spent half the day at the beach. I haven't been to Ocean beach in quite some time, what keeps bringing me back to this particular beach is the awesome little coffee shop on Judah. I love it. My girlfriend and started talking to this 56 year old woman. This exchange probably never would have happened had both of us not had dogs in tote. I think ours was cuter, but anyway. She commented on how happy everyone seemed, everywhere. And it was true.
After a few mimosas and hours of poll watching later, a bunch of us made our way up to a bar where more poll watching ensued, and just after we filled Ohio in blue on our election maps, Obama was named President Elect. It was pretty damn awesome. I cheered, I teared up, I hugged everyone I saw, and everyone did the same. McCain came on, and really, I felt bad for the guy. I think he is actually a good guy, and has experienced a lot many of us have not. But that does not mean he should run this country, it was not his time, not his year. I think he means well, but his narrowmindedness is outdated. Compared to recent elections I feel like the Obama win was kind of a landslide. He took Nevada for pete's sake. Colorado, Virginia, Ohio. And by the way, no president has ever won an election without winning Ohio.
There were people everywhere. Blocking intersections. Honking, cheering, together. On this same night the people decided to elect a black man for president, of the entire country, the people of California decided that there are still some human beings that don't deserve the rights of others. People are still spending money, and time, and gray hair to discriminate PEOPLE on other fronts. A friend had a post up today that said, "Chickens have more rights than people".
In some counties prop 8 only won 50.4% to 49.6%. To all that 50.4% when do I get to vote on your marriage?
result map and article
This year I took the day off work. I've worked on days when I had fevers, and bronchitis, and pounding headaches, I can take a day off for something that should be a holiday anyway (what's the point of democracy if people can't get an hour off work to participate in it?). It was nice-ish weather. Nice compared to the rain lately (although I do admit I like the rain). I got my coffee, walked into the Army Salvation building, and with only 3 other people in line, cast my vote. When it came down to it I felt a little anxious and nervous that I would accidentally connect the arrow wrong.
I spent half the day at the beach. I haven't been to Ocean beach in quite some time, what keeps bringing me back to this particular beach is the awesome little coffee shop on Judah. I love it. My girlfriend and started talking to this 56 year old woman. This exchange probably never would have happened had both of us not had dogs in tote. I think ours was cuter, but anyway. She commented on how happy everyone seemed, everywhere. And it was true.
After a few mimosas and hours of poll watching later, a bunch of us made our way up to a bar where more poll watching ensued, and just after we filled Ohio in blue on our election maps, Obama was named President Elect. It was pretty damn awesome. I cheered, I teared up, I hugged everyone I saw, and everyone did the same. McCain came on, and really, I felt bad for the guy. I think he is actually a good guy, and has experienced a lot many of us have not. But that does not mean he should run this country, it was not his time, not his year. I think he means well, but his narrowmindedness is outdated. Compared to recent elections I feel like the Obama win was kind of a landslide. He took Nevada for pete's sake. Colorado, Virginia, Ohio. And by the way, no president has ever won an election without winning Ohio.
There were people everywhere. Blocking intersections. Honking, cheering, together. On this same night the people decided to elect a black man for president, of the entire country, the people of California decided that there are still some human beings that don't deserve the rights of others. People are still spending money, and time, and gray hair to discriminate PEOPLE on other fronts. A friend had a post up today that said, "Chickens have more rights than people".
In some counties prop 8 only won 50.4% to 49.6%. To all that 50.4% when do I get to vote on your marriage?
result map and article
am i going crazy
Or is _____________ new song/video kind of amazing. No, I can't say her name, or post a link to the video, that would be wrong. And I don't care if post might have stretched the screen to make her look thinner. Or composed out minor cellulite and stretch marks from popping out two children back to back. And I don't care that the lighting is just really awesome, and the frosted steamy glass behind her is kind of awesome too. It's a damn catchy song.
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