…referenced my recent psychic reading over a cocktail while catching up with a friend…
and
…bitched to high heaven about a woman discussing what chakras her children were in.
Can we say hypocrite?? Only in the Bay, am I right?
life in the sf bay
First Presbyterian on Broadway in Oakland isn’t for you. Despite the playground off to the side, they don’t seem quite sure whether childcare is provided. Hilarious, right?
I really should know better but I lost my chance to ask out this girl I met at a Jonathan Richman show.
She’s got cute glasses and wears hats.
Her name’s Maya.
Hopefully by some miracle she’ll see this.
I was too tongue-tied to say anything intelligent at the time, so I’d like to try again. My name’s Noah. Youre.the.girl.from.the.show@gmail.com
#SWOON cutest thing ever right??
I have a bit of a collection.
Apropos of nothing, I spotted a couple of pairs of men’s mannequin legs in some strange places recently.
Perched outside of my old stomping grounds, Cloyne Court Hotel & Casino:
And adorning some majorly cool person’s desk at the offices of the East Bay Express:
I’m thinking it might be time to add some men’s legs — complete with junk — to my collection as well. what color would you spraypaint your men’s mannequin legs if you had them?
We stopped on by Urban Ore last weekend in West Berkeley.
I’ve had a bee in my bonnet for awhile now to make coasters out of our stack of lotto tickets. How cute would that be?
I was looking for some used tiles to paste them on before coating them in epoxy. No luck, but we did find this awesome scene. That poor brontosaurus. Aren’t you jealous (like I am) of the fun they must have working at Urban Ore?
My old friend Jeremy got a bee in his bonnet to have a talk show. At first I was super jealous. After all, it was just over a year ago when I went through a disastrous dry run holding my own live talk show. I had to put off my dreams of producing my own talk show. Who was I to object to Jeremy following his?
Especially when he invited Will and I to be guests for Cocktail Corner with the Lushes in Love.
His set was amazing. His guests were amazing — hilarious and educational. And at the end, the whole audience shared a round of Oakland, by the Goodtime Washboard Three. Read on…
This may or may not be a true story.
Today Julia and I were wandering down Fourth Street, a veeerry swanky part of Berkeley, California. We look cute — all dolled up — never mind the holes in Julia’s shirt and the bike shorts I insist on wearing under my skirt. Yeah, we’re cute, and we’re wandering around the CB2 store making fun of the techno music that makes you want to shop and admiring their $25 file folders and shit.
It was all pretty tame and innocent when Julia discovered these little magnetic sphere things. They were pretty fun, I had to admit. She even managed to make them into a bracelet!! Way to go Julia!! If only I had my camera out for this magic moment…
The bracelet — held together only by the attraction of one sphere to another — fell apart!! Little magnetic balls were everywhere. We laughed uproariously and I bemoaned the lack of video footage as I helped Julia track down the balls.
We got most of them, but one was behind this desk, and I thought I could bend down and fish it out. Technically, I could have, but the fact of the matter was that at that moment I had a big ass purse in tow. And that big ass purse in tow bumped a shelf and knocked the display of picture frames off in a dramatic tumble of metal and glass.
We couldn’t hide from the crash. No, that moment found us shame-faced and staring at a pile of broken glass and unsalable merchandise. And the next found us running out of the store like 12-year-olds who neglected to listen to their moms’ advice, “Look but don’t touch girls!!” Embarrassing right?
The latest thing turning me green with envy is this awesome San Francisco blog, The Bold Italic.
Beautifully designed and featuring all kinds of hip, unique and entrancing tales from local SF Bay residents (like me!), reading it gives me a stomach ache.
I’m not sure what my favorite part is: the fabulous bios, fantastic content (like this lady who lived in a van by the freeway for two days and wrote about it and this guide to SF’s pop up restaurants), gorgeous graphics for EVERY story, or the fact that they ask us what they should write about and let us vote.
It’s so cool, it’s hot. It’s so hot…ohhh…my stomach.
Some day maybe I will be so cool.
Scene: BART from SF 16th St to Oakland. I’m tired and a little worn out. My dinner date had said, “I just want to give you a big hug! You look like the world beat you down.” This is after I went as far as to curl my hair to appear bright and chipper.
The man sitting next to me is really, really into his iPhone. I can tell that from the first second I sit down. He asks me a question about iPhones I don’t really know the answer to but I answer anyway.
Then he shares with me this cool looking astrology app and we both marvel at photos from the Hubble telescope like this:
Source: hubblesite.org
He tells me about this Nova you can see right now…brighter than all the stars in the Universe. The light we can see left that star before our galaxy was even born.
“It makes you feel pretty insignificant,” I say.
“Yes. I think that’s right,” he replies.
It is a rare moment when my main man the Guster isn’t close to mind. He was close to mind yesterday as we wandered throughout the Oakland Zoo. I was entranced. Apparently–and I blame my parents– I had never been to a zoo. Perhaps my memory fails, but I embraced the zoo with a child-like glee. Maybe it was actually taking a full day off of work.
I thought I would have been saddened to see these animals in captivity, but instead they struck me as having a pretty good life. I understand they’re not as active as they would be in the wild, but they’re safe and many appeared to be having a really great time. Especially those Squirrel Monkeys. I’d really love to be a Squirrel Monkey.
I also pondered what animals my animals, the Guster and our roommate Shawn, would want to be if they were another animal.
Guster likes to lay around and wishes he could eat all day.
