It's just me yo.
No, really. THIS is how I do it.
I think about a lot of random stuff and I like to write it down. I believe in a lot of things and I think an equal amount of stuff is total crap. I am a cynical optimist. I am real. I like synchronicity and idiosyncrasy. My brain works quickly, which does not guarantee accuracy but is not A.D.D. Usually my mouth works even more quickly. I thought being really tall and living in Asia was pretty cool; but I am super glad to be back in California now. I want to be happy, bendy and satisfied... Because really, who wouldn't?-
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Tag Archives: iPhone photo essay
Family: The unfamiliar is so familiar.
my daddy was a bankrobber but he never hurt nobody he just loved to live that way and he loved to steal your money Everyone has their own narrative about their family. The story a person tells about their family … Continue reading →
Posted in California, Family, Holidays, Life, Photography, true stories
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Tagged Christmas, cousins, Family, Holidays, iPhone photo essay, Monterey Bay, Pacific Grove, sushi, The Clash
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I am not broody. But I do like to rock.
When I heard about this show at first I was feeling sort of tepid. I mean, I love a good Victims Family show, and Jello Biafra is certainly worth the price of admission (or, what I thought would be the … Continue reading →
Posted in art, Music, San Francisco, true stories
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Tagged broodiness, iPhone photo essay, Jello Biafra, kids, live music, music education, Rickshaw Stop, San Francisco Rock Project, Victims Family
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Exploratorium, 11-1-11.
Posted in California, Home, San Francisco, Silliness, Things I Wish I Would Have Thought Of
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Tagged Exploratorium, field trips, iPhone photo essay, Photography, San Francisco
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It’s The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year…
I am a huge advocate for all sorts of birthday celebrations. I see nothing strange or unusual in using the entire month of one’s cumpleaños for a series of fabulousness of any scale. A barbecue? A boat party? Brunch? A … Continue reading →
Posted in art, Friends, Holidays, Life, true stories
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Tagged art, Autumn, back to school night, birthday cards, birthdays, Fall, iPhone photo essay, Students, teaching
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Dinner.
I think it is a sad reflection on our civilization that while we can and do measure the temperature in the atmosphere of Venus we do not know what goes on inside our soufflés —Nicholas Kurti The word alinea is … Continue reading →
Posted in Friends, Travel, true stories
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Tagged alinea, Alinea restaurant, avante garde food, Chicago, cooking, culinology, dining, eating out, El Bulli, exclusive restaurants, Ferran Adria, fine dining, food, French Laundry, Grant Achatz, Herve This, iPhone photo essay, Jose Andres, Lincoln Park, Michelin ratings, molecular gastronomy, Nicholas Kurti, nouveau cuisine, restaurants, science, small plates, sommelier, Thomas Keller, top restaurants, wine
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She’s up there… I sees her up there.
Posted in Family, Life, Silliness, true stories
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Tagged cats, iPhone photo essay, Matilda, Max, pets, Relationships
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Sleeping in on Sunday
Everyone seems to be getting along better. And this is even before coffee.
Posted in Family, Life, San Francisco
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Tagged cats, iPhone photo essay, Maximilianus Transyvanus, pets, Queen Matilda, Sunday mornings
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I Love L.A., Part Five: “We love it we love it we love it!”
Century Boulevard – We love it! Victory Boulevard – We love it! Santa Monica Boulevard – We love it! Sixth Street – We love it, we love it, we love it!! We love L.A! I get up early now. I … Continue reading →
Posted in California, Family, Friends, Movies, Music, Silliness, Travel, true stories
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Tagged Bruce Campbell, carmageddon, Cinespia, Everyday I'm shuffling, Evil Dead II, Family, Friends, ghosts, Hollywood, Hollywood Forever Cemetery, I Love LA, iPhone photo essay, Ke$ha, LMFAO, Los Angeles, magic shows, Mark Haslam, Movies, Murray Sawchuck, pop culture, prestidigitation, Randy Newman, The Magic Castle Hotel
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Kitty in the City.
Posted in art, Chasing the Life I was Supposed to Want, Home, Life, Photography, San Francisco, true stories
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Tagged cat photos, cats, iPhone photo essay, Photography, San Francisco
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18th Street Art: Koi
Art is everywhere. I love that about the world. It is all in the way you look at things. I have been missing the koi pond in my old village recently. And then, today I saw these koi on 18th … Continue reading →
Posted in art, Home, Hong Kong, Life, Perception, Philosophical Underpinnings, San Francisco, true stories
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Tagged Hong Kong, iPhone photo essay, koi, Pak Kok Kau Tsuen, San Francisco, street art
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