Metropolis by Rob Carter - Last 3 minutes from Rob Carter on Vimeo.
sweet
It's kind of long, so if you get bored and have the patience for it to buffer skim through until the end. its pretty sweet
ok.....
so it turns out the harp woman comes in here 3 days a week and plays. she also sells cd's. good for her.
so.......
Im currently sitting in the waiting room at the hospital. 500 Parnassus st. Ive been here since 6. It's amazing when the rest of the city is sleeping, there is so much going on up in this hill here.
For instance, a woman decided she was going to lug her giant Harp from wherever she keeps it. Her attic. Her studio. Her van? She decided to lug this enormous piece of equipment/instrument/machine look alike into the hospital waiting room. The waiting room shared with lots and lots of other people waiting for their loved ones. Some stressed, some tired, some hungry, some annoyed by forms and screaming kids. This is probably one of the oddest things I have seen in a long time. I don't doubt had this instrument been a guitar, or fiddle, or keyboard people wouldn't be as nearly as forgiving. But the Harp is just so much 'out there' it's almost like you would feel bad saying anything. And honestly, the strings are kind of calming. But the whole situation is just strange.
I feel like Im at a wedding, or at church, or on the corner of some 17th century festival. ?
sorry video is upside down.
For instance, a woman decided she was going to lug her giant Harp from wherever she keeps it. Her attic. Her studio. Her van? She decided to lug this enormous piece of equipment/instrument/machine look alike into the hospital waiting room. The waiting room shared with lots and lots of other people waiting for their loved ones. Some stressed, some tired, some hungry, some annoyed by forms and screaming kids. This is probably one of the oddest things I have seen in a long time. I don't doubt had this instrument been a guitar, or fiddle, or keyboard people wouldn't be as nearly as forgiving. But the Harp is just so much 'out there' it's almost like you would feel bad saying anything. And honestly, the strings are kind of calming. But the whole situation is just strange.
I feel like Im at a wedding, or at church, or on the corner of some 17th century festival. ?
sorry video is upside down.
some design
I am not a designer by any sense of the word, but here are a few t-shirt ideas for this comedy / sketch / music group I know from Chicago. vintage gramma
it could have been worse
We woke up early on Saturday intending to leave the house by 6am to get down and ride early. I think we might have left the city by 9, and actually got down to Monterey by 11:45. Stopping in Santa Cruz for a great breakfast from Cafe Brasil, of eggs, polenta, black beans and fruit (YUM).
Apparently I can't read google directions, or somehow typed in the wrong address, but the map got us to Monterey city hall, right next to the police station which was at the moment getting exterminated. We were looking for the campground, which according to the bakery is a mystery sight, we weren't the only ones who had gotten lost getting there either.
After almost getting back on the freeway, we stopped by the youth center and asked a very very nice woman for directions. It turned out google almost got us there. We just had to continue a little further and there it was. A pretty nice (but small) campground, over looking the city, with houses overlooking the campground. Not sure how I would feel with my house being easily accessible by transient campers. Considering I was one of those campers this particular evening I feel like it's ok for me to say that.
We picked a great campsite, #28. Not that it mattered, we weren't going to get back until dark, we were leaving before sunrise, and we were sleeping in the car - but still.
Getting directions to parks or inside or around parks are hard. It's especially hard if you are trying to find mountain bike trails. In my little experience, reading directions from mt bike books or from online, bikers don't give the best or clearest directions. Or, it could be that trails actually change all the time, so directions can be outdated if they were written more than a year ago. On that note Im not even going to try and explain how to get there. Consequently we ended up in a neighborhood seeing trails on the sides of the rolling hills, but not sure how or where to get there. After asking a cyclist with one of those aerodynamic helmets he pointed us in the right direction.
The trail was boring for the first 45min. A wider trail, all uphill. Besides the gorgeous weather and view it was annoying. Without knowing where we exactly going or having any particular goal in mind (for distance or time), we took a chance and headed off on a different trail. This was awesome and brought us to some good singletrack. I felt good. My girl kicked some major ass. I think this was only my 3rd or 4th time actually mt biking and im feeling more and more comfortable. Although, as I found out yesterday on my ride, heavy mud freaks me out.
Race day was Sunday. The race for beginners started at 9am, registration at 7:30. We got to the park which was about 20min away from our site at around 7. Chatting with the only two other people there before the fog lifted and the sun came out, we found out they were hs coaches. There were a lot of hs kids there. It was a nice opportunity to get reacquainted with over bearing and obnoxious parents. Someone I hope I never turn out to be.
The race which I originally thought was about 4 to 6 miles was actually 4-6 miles a lap, and was about 18 miles in total. Yeah, 18miles (shit). The most mountain bike riding I have done is about 10 miles. And that was casual ride. Ive cycled about 50 before, but again, pretty casual (shit). Without more of the boring details I ended up actually being in 3rd for the woman for almost the entire race. Which actually I think isn't half bad with all things considered. The last 2 or 3 miles I just lost it though, ran out of speed and endurance and ended up coming in 5th. Again, not too shabby. It was a good first race experience. Everyone was super nice, and next time when I do place I get a big shiny metal. word!
On the trail I actually ended up passing some men and junior men who actually started 1 and 2 minutes ahead of me. That felt good.
Sunday was also Valentines Day. The dumbest day on the planet.
Apparently I can't read google directions, or somehow typed in the wrong address, but the map got us to Monterey city hall, right next to the police station which was at the moment getting exterminated. We were looking for the campground, which according to the bakery is a mystery sight, we weren't the only ones who had gotten lost getting there either.
After almost getting back on the freeway, we stopped by the youth center and asked a very very nice woman for directions. It turned out google almost got us there. We just had to continue a little further and there it was. A pretty nice (but small) campground, over looking the city, with houses overlooking the campground. Not sure how I would feel with my house being easily accessible by transient campers. Considering I was one of those campers this particular evening I feel like it's ok for me to say that.
We picked a great campsite, #28. Not that it mattered, we weren't going to get back until dark, we were leaving before sunrise, and we were sleeping in the car - but still.
Getting directions to parks or inside or around parks are hard. It's especially hard if you are trying to find mountain bike trails. In my little experience, reading directions from mt bike books or from online, bikers don't give the best or clearest directions. Or, it could be that trails actually change all the time, so directions can be outdated if they were written more than a year ago. On that note Im not even going to try and explain how to get there. Consequently we ended up in a neighborhood seeing trails on the sides of the rolling hills, but not sure how or where to get there. After asking a cyclist with one of those aerodynamic helmets he pointed us in the right direction.
The trail was boring for the first 45min. A wider trail, all uphill. Besides the gorgeous weather and view it was annoying. Without knowing where we exactly going or having any particular goal in mind (for distance or time), we took a chance and headed off on a different trail. This was awesome and brought us to some good singletrack. I felt good. My girl kicked some major ass. I think this was only my 3rd or 4th time actually mt biking and im feeling more and more comfortable. Although, as I found out yesterday on my ride, heavy mud freaks me out.
Race day was Sunday. The race for beginners started at 9am, registration at 7:30. We got to the park which was about 20min away from our site at around 7. Chatting with the only two other people there before the fog lifted and the sun came out, we found out they were hs coaches. There were a lot of hs kids there. It was a nice opportunity to get reacquainted with over bearing and obnoxious parents. Someone I hope I never turn out to be.
The race which I originally thought was about 4 to 6 miles was actually 4-6 miles a lap, and was about 18 miles in total. Yeah, 18miles (shit). The most mountain bike riding I have done is about 10 miles. And that was casual ride. Ive cycled about 50 before, but again, pretty casual (shit). Without more of the boring details I ended up actually being in 3rd for the woman for almost the entire race. Which actually I think isn't half bad with all things considered. The last 2 or 3 miles I just lost it though, ran out of speed and endurance and ended up coming in 5th. Again, not too shabby. It was a good first race experience. Everyone was super nice, and next time when I do place I get a big shiny metal. word!
On the trail I actually ended up passing some men and junior men who actually started 1 and 2 minutes ahead of me. That felt good.
Sunday was also Valentines Day. The dumbest day on the planet.
im racing this weekend
I've recently gotten into mountain biking. Im racing in Monterey on Sunday. This is my first race ever. This is my first race ever on a borrowed bike, too big for me. Skate shoes that don't click in. No biking outfit. Should be fun - or a shit show - or both.
Ill update and let the internet world how it goes.
Im saving up for a bike of my own. I have a road bike, that is gorgeous actually and I got a really good deal on. Im selling that one (sad and any tears) to hopefully have enough cash to buy this Giant XC hardtail. Its sexy as fuck, and I can't wait to get to have it. I might sound like im 8 right now, but honestly that's how excited I am. Its a beautiful 26lb carbon frame with kick ass tires bike. hell yeah.
That sentence made no sense.
Anyway cheers to getting dirty and muddy and wet.
Ill update and let the internet world how it goes.
Im saving up for a bike of my own. I have a road bike, that is gorgeous actually and I got a really good deal on. Im selling that one (sad and any tears) to hopefully have enough cash to buy this Giant XC hardtail. Its sexy as fuck, and I can't wait to get to have it. I might sound like im 8 right now, but honestly that's how excited I am. Its a beautiful 26lb carbon frame with kick ass tires bike. hell yeah.
That sentence made no sense.
Anyway cheers to getting dirty and muddy and wet.
video by Michel Gondry
I think my favorite shot is at 2:26
Mia Doi Todd "Open Your Heart" dir. Michel Gondry from Viewers Like You on Vimeo.
my moms dog is cuter than yours
and i rarely like little pups. but damn, he's adorable. his name's raider. he got lost a few months ago, and after almost 32 hours outside in the cold, a mile away, he somehow found himself back at my mom's back porch, scratching the door.
i love him.
i love him.
super bowl ad's and other none sense
Yesterday was my birthday - yeah!!! It couldn't have been more perfect. Now I am over the mid 20's threshold and I guess there is officially no looking back. It was really just a great weekend in general. Saturday - biking, and friends, and drinks, and a late night drive to one of the coolest campgrounds ive ever seen. Sunday - superbowl, the fam, eating a very delicious homemade confetti cake with gobs of sprinkle frosting (dats right!).
Costanoa is a dream. Its right on the ocean, its miles away from any big cities, so the sky is a blanket of stars. There are a few accommodation options, one of which are canvas tents. They include heated beds which are in essence - heaven. There bathrooms are clean and heated. The grounds are calm and clean. There a tons of hikes, games, a giant checkers set, and two cats which seem to rule the place. One of them is matted and messy and the other is clean and soft and for some reason wanted to cuddle up on me. Im not a big cat person but this one was adorable. Isn't that the way it goes though. You, we, me, I will always favor something that likes you back. ? nature maybe?
Ok, the Superbowl. I don't want to stay on this subject for long but I feel it necessary to mention that I felt the ad's were a bit chauvinistic. I think they were less women bashing and more attempting to build up men's ego's. This isn't really a topic I feel strongly about or get overly emotional or opinionated about, however I feel like there were definitely an overly amount of these ad's promoting a variety of products - there was a theme. Im not the only one who picked up on this. My mom commented on it, and so did a few bloggers and journalists. TIME
and a quote regarding the Dove ad : It seemed that in order to accept these ads men had to internalize a lot of unpalatable messages about themselves: "I am a possibly closeted homophobe. I am a spineless weenie who loathes his wife and can't stand up to her. Beer is so important to me that I would skip an event I'd enjoy (Superbowl watching) for an event that bores me (book club) because of my hardened alcoholism."
Anyways... enough seriousness. Life is grand. I couldn't be more thankful for how blessed I am.
Costanoa is a dream. Its right on the ocean, its miles away from any big cities, so the sky is a blanket of stars. There are a few accommodation options, one of which are canvas tents. They include heated beds which are in essence - heaven. There bathrooms are clean and heated. The grounds are calm and clean. There a tons of hikes, games, a giant checkers set, and two cats which seem to rule the place. One of them is matted and messy and the other is clean and soft and for some reason wanted to cuddle up on me. Im not a big cat person but this one was adorable. Isn't that the way it goes though. You, we, me, I will always favor something that likes you back. ? nature maybe?
Ok, the Superbowl. I don't want to stay on this subject for long but I feel it necessary to mention that I felt the ad's were a bit chauvinistic. I think they were less women bashing and more attempting to build up men's ego's. This isn't really a topic I feel strongly about or get overly emotional or opinionated about, however I feel like there were definitely an overly amount of these ad's promoting a variety of products - there was a theme. Im not the only one who picked up on this. My mom commented on it, and so did a few bloggers and journalists. TIME
and a quote regarding the Dove ad : It seemed that in order to accept these ads men had to internalize a lot of unpalatable messages about themselves: "I am a possibly closeted homophobe. I am a spineless weenie who loathes his wife and can't stand up to her. Beer is so important to me that I would skip an event I'd enjoy (Superbowl watching) for an event that bores me (book club) because of my hardened alcoholism."
Anyways... enough seriousness. Life is grand. I couldn't be more thankful for how blessed I am.
who doesn't love some backwards protesting
three cheers for you guys. i especially like the donuts one.
San Francisco’s Answer to Westboro Baptist Church
by ED HUNSINGER on JANUARY 29, 2010 · COMMENTS (17)
Westboro Baptist Church showed up to protest in front of Twitter’s San Francisco office on Thursday, but found themselves severely outnumbered by a crowd of absurdist pranksters, including guest blogger EDW Lynch above.
WBC’s hate-promoting signs were answered by multiple signs of randomness, nonsensical yelling, and even a unicorn. A portable stereo blared Lady GaGa, while press and people passing by ignored the WBC signs and took pictures and videos of the more entertaining signs. I was also there and turned on the video camera while holding my sign.
Westboro had scheduled an appearance in front of the Golden Gate Theatre later that evening to protest Fiddler on the Roof. Fellow guest blogger, Burstein!, reports:
Unfortunately or fortunately depending on your perspective, Fred Phelps and his followers cancelled their appearance before Fiddler on the Roof. Apparently, they were all hated out from their big day and just had no more hate to spare. Nevertheless, even in their absence a small crowd gathered and gave rise to an elegantly dadaist protest in which accordions, random signs of love and hate, and rick rolls abounded. While many of those attending Fiddler were bemused and confused, the staff and crew apparently loved this counter-protest and the director, stage manager, and choreographer all came out to thank these ridiculous protesters.
San Francisco’s Answer to Westboro Baptist Church
by ED HUNSINGER on JANUARY 29, 2010 · COMMENTS (17)
Westboro Baptist Church showed up to protest in front of Twitter’s San Francisco office on Thursday, but found themselves severely outnumbered by a crowd of absurdist pranksters, including guest blogger EDW Lynch above.
WBC’s hate-promoting signs were answered by multiple signs of randomness, nonsensical yelling, and even a unicorn. A portable stereo blared Lady GaGa, while press and people passing by ignored the WBC signs and took pictures and videos of the more entertaining signs. I was also there and turned on the video camera while holding my sign.
Westboro had scheduled an appearance in front of the Golden Gate Theatre later that evening to protest Fiddler on the Roof. Fellow guest blogger, Burstein!, reports:
Unfortunately or fortunately depending on your perspective, Fred Phelps and his followers cancelled their appearance before Fiddler on the Roof. Apparently, they were all hated out from their big day and just had no more hate to spare. Nevertheless, even in their absence a small crowd gathered and gave rise to an elegantly dadaist protest in which accordions, random signs of love and hate, and rick rolls abounded. While many of those attending Fiddler were bemused and confused, the staff and crew apparently loved this counter-protest and the director, stage manager, and choreographer all came out to thank these ridiculous protesters.
ritual coffee on valencia st
I stopped in to get a cup of coffee at ritual this morning. No, actually not a latte for once. They changed it all up. Now you order with your barista and pay after you get your drink. so you only have one wait perdiod, not two, and no crazy handsy person takes your drink, and no impatient people. Well at least no impatient people copping a feel on your drink, or in your space. AND... you line up to the left when you walk in the door. They moved the furniture to the right.
noce work ritual.
noce work ritual.
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