jg took that picture of me while i was out looking for nudists at baker beach.
i actually saw two. the second one walked right past me but i didn't have the, uh, balls, ahem, to point the camera at him.
poor jg. he couldn't walk back to the car fast enough. as we pulled out of the parking lot, beeze called to invite us to his roof garden party.
beeze at his best
eladia and amanda, priceless expression
eladia and her husband don't speak much english. they are visiting from florence. they stayed with us for a night in sb along with beeze and amanda.
eladia and beeze
amanda potting plants
we, everyone except amanda, sat around and drank. first, espressos. then, champagne. except my bubbly came in a spongebob tumbler, with grapefruit juice.
beeze and eladia's husband
(i forget his name)
the same two earlier in the day:
ocean beach
jg and beeze
schmee making like grass
all together, i had a pleasant day. an excellent day, even, considering how much i hate san francisco.
santa brought me nothing for christmas. i was anticipating coals, but i didn't even get that. i'm glad to report that my friends and relatives disagreed with santa. i got a 1 gig usb flash drive and a 2 gig cf memory card, stocking stuffers from my brothers to go with...
the sigma lens i begged for.
that's a joint present from my mother in law, my momma, and jds, an old friend from college. i was chatting with jds when i asked in jest: hey, wanna contribute $50 to my lens fund? next thing i knew, i got a christmas card with a $50 bill in it.
lomo supersampler
the terrific andrea striked again. this makes it the third, that's 3rd, camera she has given me. the texan can't be stopped.
a rothenhagen original
christian sent me that painting all the way from germany. i had been begging for this particular piece since i first saw it in september of 2003, when jg and i stayed at his apartment in berlin.
despite christian's packing effort, dhl managed to mishandle my gift. the masonite backboard are badly shattered at two of the corners. doesn't matter. i'm too stoked on the painting to sue dhl.
anyway, that's not all that i received for christmas. i got a surprise bonus from my old job. it made me happy and sad simultaneously. i got a handful of neat christmas cards from friends far and wide, including one of these snowy polaroids from holly in salt lake city. last but not least, i got a most delightful cold virus from jg, a gift that is still giving; my head feels like it could explode any minute.
but i'm thankful. even for the cold. because christmas would be incomplete without the misery.
doesn't it read like an insult? i am still trying to figure out why i bought this shirt. i was in felton visiting shelley and there was an eco fair at henry cowell state park, literally across the street from her house. shelley is friends with the blue dolphin peeps so we went to the fair just to hang around their booth.
that's where i got this tshirt. of course, it has nothing to do with cetaceans. i must have been suckered by the colors. and by the fact that it's made of bamboo. i wish the insult had something to do with whales though.
sewing machine: $240
fabrics: body $5, ears free
notions: $30
i knocked off the design from an etsy seller. not bad for the first time at a sewing machine (in twenty years). i wonder how much i'd get for it on etsy. five bucks may be?
i showed my sister the bear yesterday and she promptly ordered one for my niece. because i'm in experimental phase, i thought i'd make her a rabbit.
sad weather rabbit
you can guess what my niece's favorite color is. thank goodness i got a load of free samples (from scrap sf) in pink.
butt bling
that label was suprisingly difficult to attach. the zigzag got all screwy in the middle of the sewing. i want to blame the singer but i bet it's operator error.
i was up at northstar saturday snowboarding with jg and amanda. we took different runs so i was by myself most of the time. this meant i had to share my lifts with strangers.
i took the same lift all morning, the vista express. it headed directly into the sun. during one lift, i was with three teenage boys who couldn't stop talking about how "tight" their last run was. somewhere in the middle of the ride, the wind suddenly picked up and blew a huge load of snow off the trees, dumping it directly on to our lift. we all put our arms over our faces to protect from the snow blast. the kids all went quiet. then i heard muffled screaming from one of them: fuck... dude... it's like death!
i giggled under my arm. after the snow blast, i had to ask about the comment.
"well, it got all dark and, you know, (pointing at the sun) we're moving toward the light!"
