R.I.P.

Evil Knievel 1938-2007.

current obsession #5:

My pal N8 dropped my digi cam into his full pint of beer a couple weeks ago. Even though I'm pretty sure it's on the slow crawl towards death, the delayed shutter opening is giving me a great vintage feel to my snapshots.

My boss and her dad at a Sinatra themed party:

current obsession #4:

Movember.

current obsession #3:

"If you think missing me is hard, you should try missing you."

-anonymous quote. already sent it to carines...

current obsession #2:

Helmet Newton, "Self Portrait with Wife June and Models (1981)"

current obsession:

My Lover the Sea

I am that child with the round, dirty face
who on every corner bothers you with his
"can you spare a quarter?"
I am that child with the dirty face
no doubt unwanted
that from far away contemplates coaches
where other children
emit laughter and jump up and down considerably

I am that unlikeable child
definitely unwanted
with the round dirty face
who before the giant street lights or
under the grandames also illuminated
or in front of the little girls that seem to levitate
projects the insult of his dirty face

I am that angry and lonely child of always,
that throws you the insult of that angry child of always
and warns you:
if hypocritically you pat me on the head
I would take that opportunity to steal your wallet.

I am that child of always
before the panorama of imminent terror,
imminent leprosy, imminent fleas,
of offenses and the imminent crime.

I am that repulsive child that improvises a bed
out of an old cardboard box and waits,
certain that you will accompany me.

- Reinaldo Arenas (1943-1990)

Friendo.

No Country For Old Men is one of the creepiest films I've seen in a looooong time, but so god damn good. There's nothing like the saucy Javier Bardem, this time reincarnated as a cattle gun wielding psycho killer with a Prince Valiant hairdo to send a shiver down your spine. Partner that with some brilliant Tommy Lee Jones monologues and you've got yourself a mighty good picture.

Excuse me, are you saying meow?

"The world is getting more and more scruffier, innit?"

7:17pm. On a Saturday. San Francisco.

I'm coming out of Peet's Coffee on Polk, it's raining and I'm looking down to see where I'm walking since I'm in flip flops and have a history of biting it (still doesn't stop me from wearing flip flops in the rain though...). Out of the corner of my eye I see a drunk dude pissing on the cage that covers The Bagelry when it's closed and he turns to zip up just as I'm about to pass him.

drunk dude: "Oh shit. Hey baby! (pause) You like that?"

Really, dude? You're that drunk this early on a Saturday that you need to relieve yourself in public? Cause I'm pretty sure the taco joint next door has a bathroom, and they're open til 9pm.

The humans are dead.

When you're delirious from trying to track down art for 49 different subjects, suddenly a couple of mailing tubes and a mutual appreciation for FOTC (which you share with your co-worker) become the main ingredients for a little thursday am silliness.

becase.

Beware of yellow snow...

I had the pleasure of working the SPIN booth at this year's ICER AIR this past weekend. The urban big air ski and snowboard competition trucks in a bunch of snow every year to create a massive ski jump in the middle of San Francisco's ATT Park. Then, the hottest skiers and snowboarders are brought in to compete against each other while the masses drink stadium beer and reek havoc on the outfield. Thank God it's the off season. Music acts entertain between jumps which is awesome (this year Talib Kweli and Mos Def were the headliners), unless you're a heinous cover band and play Lit's "My Own Worst Enemy" twice in one set. Not cool dudes, not cool.

Downsides:
-It was a bazillion degrees outside (wtf? It's SF AND November!?!?!?!) and our booth was smack dab in the middle of Sun central. Seeing as my people come from a land of overcast skies and cable knit sweaters, I was none too pleased to basque in the glow of the center of our Solar System for a full three hours. Especially since I neglected to apply sunscreen.
-I was exhausted from a long work week and too many Halloween parties, and I just couldn't fathom waiting the 5 hrs between the end of my shift, and Mos Def taking the stage. We had a moment at a dive bar in NY once, let's leave it at that. And no, the "moment" did not involve a restraining order.

Upsides:
-NACHOS!!!!! And I'm kind of an expert when it comes to this particular south of the border delicacy, so you really have to impress me to evoke this kind of enthusiasm. The Nachos Bell Grande from the 2nd floor Promenade were a beautiful blend of cheese, jalapeños, and salsa. I not only wolfed them down with full force, but threw my empty dish high in the air in a complete fit of joy once I was done (read: I so feverishly tried to scrape the last of the nacho cheese out, that I toppled the remaining chips and some salsa onto myself).

Ole!