The Streets

The Streets right before I crashed my bike

party at my house then off to 111 Minna to dance to Biz Markie’s deejay set
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Sorry that I’ve been apathetic about updates here. This past Saturday, there was a big soapbox derby at Dolores Park. It was a surreal dorkfest of epic proportions. 75,000 people came out to my neighborhood for this - that’s almost two ballparks worth of people. I’m lucky we got there early enough to secure a nice place on the grass to sit and watch the big screen. I’m amazed something like this was pulled off successfully. So much fun, comedy and action in one place, not to mention a beautiful day out. I really am in love with this city.

There were over 30 crafts that participated and each team did a little skit to music prior to pushing their craft down the top of the hill on Dolores Street. Gerardo Sandoval was the first one to go down Dolores as sort of a sacrificial lamb. It’s not too often you see a City Hall supervisor wearing a speed racer helmet going down in tiny box with wheels. I love that politicians in my city can embrace their inner dork. There was Bond’s 756th homerun ball with orange smoke trailing it, a rubiks cube (that solved itself in real time while on its run!), a giant boom box, hammerhead shark, giant squid, deathstar, a donut, Gene Simmons’s tongue, taco truck, and many more I can’t remember. Sheila E was one of the judges and she either gave everyone a 1 or a 10. She’s crazy.

las vegas, bingo, more county fairin, eating drinking, beach housing (right arrow to advance)

this is almost too embarassing to share but it also makes me laugh like a maniac in my head. i was on my friend’s roof the other nite to enjoy some fresh air which unintentionally turned into us “playing Rear Window”. we noticed that there was a quiet party in one of the windows directly across and in a half drawn shaded window next door, 2 sets of extremely large bare calves in athletic ankle socks were pacing around the floor closely, possibly about to get down. lights out, no action. we kept talking about how these were the biggest calves we’d ever seen and tried to figure out which ones belonged to a man or a woman, or whether they were same-sex calves. i proceed to take pictures of a few buildings because the lighting is ethereal at that hour in cameraland.

anyway, the next day i take a look at the pictures and in one of them, something seems a little off.

i’m getting a weird vibe looking at it. i zoom in closer, and oh my god! i think there is a guy in there.

and oh my god, he’s staring right at me. looking all retired porno actor in a robe with nothing underneath? could it be? this dude is MY personal Raymond Burr. and it was around 1:30am so it seemed a majority of the neighbors were asleep. seemed.

haha! just when you think you’re alone, there is a naked dude in a robe quietly staring at you.

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the ramones, cheap champagne and digital pictures of my friends and fam is what is standing between me and super sulker mode this neglected bingo night. folks who criticize the ramones for being idiot savants (who only talked about hamburgers and male prostitution) end up underestimating their power to make anyone, even Debbie Downer, stupid pumped for retarded behavior. Stupid pumped like you were a toddler who just ate a box of donuts. I love The Clash but they couldn’t make me escape quite like the Ramones. Ay Romeo! I don’t wanna go down to the basement

today your love, tomorrow the world

havana affair

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bingo winnings





my new old toy

pic: youngi biked to work with young this morning and i got a bunch of free stuff in addition to a bunch of allergens in my eyes. now it is blind at work day. also this morning i found out that my building’s garage freight elevator looks like the kind of freight elevator that people go into and never come out of, like in the horror movies. if there was an award for Scary Freight Elevator this one would win first prize.

operation no fun is/has been in full effect. my liver frickin loves me for the time being.

this weekend i went down to the central valley aka the midwest of california to visit my dad cause he’s had some hardcore heartwork and can’t travel for awhile. also it was my lil brother’s prom night? that was surreal. he’s about 10 feet taller than i remember. my dad gave me a tiny leo pendant which is his sign. not really the kind of gal that is into astrology but i was pretty touched

grampa grandma uncle uncle aunt dad

when my camera battery died in big sur i started relying on my phone camera as backup. then i remembered the panoramic stitch function on my phone camera which was made for trips like this. click each image for the big picture

Midweek on the playing fields
Sir thwacks you on the knees
Knees you in the groin; elbow in the face
Bruises bigger than dinner plates

i tried to recreate the Boredoms’ Vision Creation Newsun album cover with mah friends

































my america’s next top model pose and my imitators

here are 3 funny pfeiffer beach pics from young’s camera

sorry i haven’t been updating as much as i used to. i used to blog from my old job during bored idle moments and hardly ever at home. not much of those opportunities now with my newish job, but at least i am content between the hours of 8 and 5 now thanks to good company (pun intended).

here’s more pics from the last couple of weeks. bay meadows, bingo night at the knockout and other neighborhood bars, roasted chicken and baseball on tv all day with pallies, handmade gifts from friends and me forced into making button rings after getting into a seinfeldian fight with another crafter on etsy, and me freaking out at a $4 gas sign before a long road trip. don’t worry about my mental health, i’m fully aware of my fickleness/neuroticisms.

young started working w/ felt again and me a letter a with a bunch of cutesy adornments.

i’ve asked him to make me a hammerhead shark biting a manta ray in felt form next but he rolled his eyes at that. i still dream.

i got into a fight with some paranoid imbalanced seller on etsy.com who accused me of not having a coupon code for a 10% discount when i really did. i got so mad that i canceled my order because she was so accusatory and passive aggresive bitchy with me and transparent passive-aggressive behavior make me nuts. so blah blah blah i told her off and said i’d rather give my money to a non-bitchy seller, etc. but then she put up a bunch of cool stuff on her store a few days later that i wanted badly, so i asked young to buy stuff for me so i didn’t have to eat crow under my gov name/shipping address. i felt so dirty, like i had an addiction to drugs except instead of drugs it was some cutesy diy crud that was quality and ridiculously underpriced. it was like that one seinfeld episode with the fruit bodega where they got banned and asked non-banned folk to buy bananas for them.

anyway, so i bought $50 worth of button rings and necklaces from her under young and then realized that shit is so easy to make once i stared at it. thanks to britex for introducing me to my new friend mr. fiskars diagonal cutter. this thing is amazing i can cut anything with this, weirds me out that i haven’t seen an infomercial for it cutting through cars and frying pans. i’m glad i realized i can make this stuff myself but i still am mad at her and asshurt that i gave her more money after she accused me of trying to bilk her out of 90 cents. i blame my moms’ excessive pride genes. she was a diva during the war.

i browse the internet on city buildings.

birthday girl alexis mackenzie

katie explains how wii works to john of fecalface.com

“OMG I love Wii”

oh this pic is from a previous soul night not nye

i went to soul night on nye at the elbo which is normally on saturday and it was good times. i haven’t gone since july. i was kinda paranoid that it would be too crowded cause nye is amateur night and people who never go out feel obligated to go out on this night and drink more than they can handle and i hate witnessing drive-by public vomiting, fights on the sidewalk, and drunk driving. but my night turned out a lot more fun than i thought it could be. anyway, soul night here is great because everyone dances - including all the deejays, and they are fun to watch. besides all the great 60s soul 45s, i also think the crowd gets hype and dances because the dj is hyped. and this is not any self-conscious half-ass dancing either, lots of people seriously just spazz out on the dancefloor and aren’t afraid to look foolish. i can dork out and reenact moves from the blues brothers movie if i want to and no one would even notice. not that i would ever do something like that.

they gave out x-ray specs and stupid hats and favors. the crowd crouches down to the floor slow when the song starts to get quiet when paul paul orders them to get on the floor. then everyone jumps up with their arms in the air when the song gets loud again. it is that kind of atmosphere, check it out. i took a mess of pics last night and put together a slideshow because i think i need to start doing that when i have too many pictures.

actually, i realized that i’m not so good at “real life” bowling.

but the biggest loser of the night has to be

Oh yeah, last Saturday was the 4th Annual Tamale Day that Serg organizes. This year it was hosted at EJ’s house. Wii Bowling, goth beer, tamales for days, and the Mayweather vs Hatton fight. Good times, good eats.

the 40oz tree

bowling

me= unstoppable queenpin

EJ got up early to prep his filling (pause). He made a video

sorry i’ve been busy with work. 2007 was one of the best years i’ve had in a while. here’s a retrospective. instead of posting a zillion pic recap, i just threw together a lil slideshow.