Friday, January 7, 2011

What no lube?

I love Barcelona. The food, the sight, the quirks. On the train ride into the city today I found a vending machine with Special K bars, rice cake chips and juice. Upon further inspection, I found this:

Kleenex, condoms (conveniently disguised as cigarette packets), and a battery operated pocket vibrator! Holy shit. Looks like Spaniards really know how to make the most of their Friday night club one-night stands. All that's missing is the lube, although I'm guessing that's not an issue with all the hot Spanish people out there. This would never ever fly in a public vending machine in the states, which of course, once again reminds me that sex sells and we are still too prudish in the US to capitalize on it through mainstream consumption. Imagine seeing this at the MUNI station next to the ticket vending machines! Sent from my iPhone

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Tuesday, November 9, 2010

How to mend a stressed mind

My brain hurts and I'm stressed. It can only mean one thing . . . midterms. Well, actually, I think midterms were a couple of weeks ago. I'm still feeling residual stress from it all though and with grad school the stress never goes away until the semester is over.

So, where some people get baked to relieve their stress, I bake. (As in batter, parchment paper, oven . . .) Today it was banana nut bread because there were some bruised bananas begging to be turned into something other than compost items.

I feel less stressed right now . . . but we'll see how long that lasts.

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Sunday, October 24, 2010

I will always leave my heart here.

So, now that it's official and the Giants are going to the World Series, I had to show just how much I hella heart my hometown despite the fog, the steep hills, and the overpriced rents. Yay Area por vida!

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Monday, October 4, 2010

Things I try not to take for granted . . .

It never occured to me how awesome the sunsets are in Sonoma, until Saturday evening when all my city friends ran outside to my deck in awe of the amazing sight, took pictures and immediately Tweeted about it. At one point we got this notion of how ridiculous it all was when someone said, "I'm going to take a picture of you all taking pictures."

I'm actually happy someone took pictures though because as amazing as it was to see live, it actually looks more surreal in a photograph. Yet another snap-shot to remind me of a certain moment in life.

The fact that I hardly ever step outside to see the sunset, or at least as often as I should, got me thinking of all the things I happen to take for granted.

I've always been too focused on the things I don't have; the things I want. And it's made me miserable. I've tried to mold my friendships, relationships and things around this perfect image of what life should be. Instead of making things better, I just ended pissing off people and getting all depressed. 

It's good to want things and be ambitious, but sometimes it's better to just sit, turn your brain off for a bit and let all the things you have sink in. 

There's nothing like being around a great group of people and good conversation to get you back on the right track and the state of mind where you realize that spending some time looking at a sunset is pretty much what it's all about.

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Saturday, September 25, 2010

Life Unplugged.

Yesterday I crossed about six out of the eight counties in the Bay Area. I've given in to the reality that my car will eventually run out of miles by the time I finish paying it off.

Nontheless, it was an awesomely warm Fall day in the Bay, so I didn't m   ind the extra miles if it meant seeing the sights. It's not every day you can wear a sleeveless top in San Francisco, especially by the bay.

Heading back toward the Golden Gate, I decided to stop off at Crissy Field, my fave beach path for a quick stroll and photo opp before I headed back to Sonoma.

San Francisco is a different animal entirely when it's warm out. People actually seem happy to be alive. You see families with children out at the beach, people having picnics, strolling, riding their bikes or just playing a game of touch football.

I've also recently found that unplugging actually makes my life a lot less stressful. By that I mean updating less about where I am and what I'm doing, taking the earbuds out of my ears and just being in the moment. You never know what you're going to hear, especially coming out of strangers.

Getting a call from an old friend, I decided to head over to the East Bay for some conversation and a promise of beer. I talked him into going to my all-time favorite hipster-dive bar, The Missouri Lounge, on San Pablo Avenue in Berkeley. It's pretty much always awesome weather in Berkeley, but yesterday was exceptionally nice weather to sit outside and enjoy a Trumer Pils.

I never realized how un-East Bay I've become until I went back. I guess I assimiliate really easily to wherever I am, but it was kind of a culture shock in a strange way. Having lived out there for so long and then moving to the North Bay -well, it's like crossing state lines, or going to another country, almost. I always forget how chill people in the EB are.

I was feeling a little self-conscious about my friend's smoking in the little cabana we were sharing with some tattooed, pierced and purple haired chick. So, I apologized and told her that I hope it wasn't bothering her. She looked at me like I came from another planet and said: "Dude, I was gonna light up anyways." I felt stupid and told her. "I guess I've been out in Marin too long." She laughed and nodded. "Yeah, don't worry about it, I know I used to work in San Rafael and had to go smoke in the parking lot."

I was a long way away from San Rafael, that's for sure. Heading back to 80 I discovered the new Berkeley Bowl West. Heaven for sure. Since my new obsession is specialty markets, and I used to shop at the original location back when I lived in North Oakland, this was awesome. Of course, I was a little tipsy from having two beers and no food in my system, so that didn't really make for an awesome experience. But I will definitely have to go back soon.

The East Bay is a magical place. My cousin Nikki described it best. "You can see the City from here, without being in the City."

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Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Murder is messy, these songs aren't.

When I don't feel like burying the evidence of a homicide, or hacking up body parts into a billion little pieces after a long day of bad shit, I listen to these songs.

Beck is almost as good as a Beck's at the end of a whacked out day. This song is like beer to my heart. Wait, that didn't sound right. Whatever. Figure it out. I actually felt like hanging myself with a guitar string or waiting for some thugs to cap me with a drive by body-pierce. But no luck.

"I hate people when they're not polite." 'Nuff said.

Where have they gone? I think all the dancers in the videos stole them all.

Dude, don't get pulled over by the karma police cuz you're fucked. True story.

This song helped me make it through high school, it'll get me through grad school too. "I'm so ugly, it's ok cuz so are you." Oh, Kurt, why did you shoot yourself so early in my life?

 

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Friday, September 10, 2010

I leave my heart here on a regular basis.

I use art school as an excuse for randomly snapping pics of my favorite city. But the truth is I'd probably take pictures of SF even if I were an accountant.

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