“The homes in Bernal Heights didn’t exactly look “ordinary” to my East Coast eyes, but what struck me was their relationship to the ground below. For many of us outside of San Francisco, the ground is something that we usually think of as a steady (often pretty flat) supportive surface beneath us. On these steep slopes with fault lines lurking nearby, the modestly sized homes of Bernal Heights appeared (to me) to be holding on tight to the edge of the world, grabbing on to power lines above and looking straight ahead so as not to lose their footing – determined to carry on as if this was a perfectly ordinary place for a home”
-Leah Giberson
Why is Michelle Rodriguez’s name in quotations on a STAR WARS DVD cover?!
Counted nearly 20,000 dollars with my bare hands. Face up and in the same direction. Let’s just say its been busy at work.
1. A blank billboard
2. A mid-century modern light fixture
3. A hipster’s tribal wolf t-shirt. (You know what I’m talking about)
Holy Shit! I just remembered how OBSESSED I was with this game when I was a kid. Man was I a master Marble Run architect. I used to make some seriously complex obstacles and watch them marbles roll here, there, everywhere for HOURS. So hypnotic…
Pictured above probably has to be the highlight of my three day stay-cation. While doing laundry, I got 3 dryer sheets instead of 2 in my vending machine box of Cling Free! (totally winning!) I know what you’re thinking, I need to get out more. I tried really hard though. I really tried! But apparently leaving the bar early for half an hour’s worth of cigarettes (I’m looking forward to morning throat rasp) and Youtube videos at the bus terminal is way more satisfying than attempting to awkwardly socialize with strangers. What can I say, I live a life of solitude…..
In other news, I scared myself tonight with my own shadow on my way home. There’s another exciting lil’ thrill right there!
Every so often there comes a day when I reach the “fuck it” stage and eat whatever the hell I want including junk food. Today happened to be that day and when I perused my neighborhood corner store for some dangerous eats, I came across this boxed gem. Fancy-ish wines packaged in environmentally friendly aseptic cartons. The next time I feel a little destructive maybe I’ll throw in one of these into the party. I’d take the Cabernet Sauvignon and call it a damn night.
P.S. Doesn’t it look like it says LOL under ‘California’? LOL indeed.
Up until now I have taken pride in the fact that I have everything I ever need in life within less than a 2 block radius. An awesome independent movie theater, a post office, MY bank, the best little natural foods market, a bar, AND last but not least, a michelin starred (and one of my personal favorites) restaurant, Aziza. Not for long at least. I was crushed to hear today that Aziza is leaving me and the entire Richmond district for a trendy Financial District spot (of course). For lack of eloquence, the only words that come to mind are: FUCK. TRAITOR. SELL OUT. (I still love you though)
