its birthday season


its 3 years to the day since I moved to DC, Kate turns 26 tomorrow, my gramps turned 90 last week, and most exciting of all...

my blog turns 100 right now!!!!1

posts old that is. I remember when lil bloggy was just a postmodern twinkle in the eyeball of my mind. Actually no planning went into this. I accidentally started this blog because a year and a half ago, Kate and I were standing outside the old Warehouse Next Door, admiring someone's pink vespa, and talking to an art student from U of MD about how everyone today has an inane blog about fingernails or eating cheese and other ironies and how if we ever started one it would be so pomo that it would be meta. So then I tried poking around blogspot to see how one if they were so inclined would go about making one of these newfangled contraptions and whoops i just started my blog.

So, party on interwebs.

trippin

some bridge, its like famous
this is the golden gate bridge in the fog as we were driving to Mendocino to go to these cush hot springs with lots of naked people where i was a total perv and stared at everyone's bodies.

getting saucy
this is a wall of delicious sauces at the most wonderful supermarket in Cotati where we stopped for grub to cook out. i love sauce, its the main reason i eat food.

nature + toshio taking a dump inside this house
these are some beautiful flowers outside of the little outhouse at the hot springs where Toshio was taking a dump inside.

nature
these are purple wildflowers on the banks of lake tahoe. i'm like really into nature these days.

fish!
these are fish that swim around under this bridge in Tahoe City called Fanny Bridge because everyone sticks their heads over the edge to look at the fish and their butts all point to the sky. that's how i took this picture.

this is a picture of one of the jams i enjoyed on my trip
this is one of the jams i enjoyed on sirius radio in my mustard colored Ford Focus as i drove from Tahoe toward Grass Valley on highway 20. can't live without my radio.

that's right i mowed that lawn
this is a palm tree in my friend Johanna's yard which i mowed. I had to drive the riding mower to the gas station to fill it up and I bought one of those arizona watermelon drinks that comes in the 24oz cans and held it between my legs. some tweaker on a bike like tipped his hat at me on the way home.

boo
this is Johanna's pitbull Boo. she is the only dog in the world i like.

sunset
this is the sunset over the gated housing development in chico where Jeanine's dad lives where we camped out on the back deck near the hot tub and drank whisky and listened to the oldies station. we did this 4 years ago in the winter too.

More photos with people here.

left my heart in san francisco

and my liver and lungs in Chico and a quart of blood and my dignity somewhere up Butte Creek. god it sucks to be back in DC.

vacay photos to come. in the meantime this was the song of the trip, Tosh, even though you weren't there to vote.

on a mission for them greens, pt 2

t-minus 2 hours till i leave for Cali insanity tour 2008. flying to San Fran, camping in Mendocino with friends of friends, back to SF, grad school visiting detour to Berkeley, drive to Tahoe to see the 'rents for 5 minutes, back over to Chico to pickup long-time friend for more camping and hot springs and apocalytic dune-buggy races. and burritos. i am never stopping with the muhfukkin burritos.

fuck all y'all hoes i'm out.

its been like this for days



either this song just doesn't get old, or i'm like some kind of savant.

the lyrics are, of course, ridiculous. but they remind me of this david brooks article about how female pop singers today exemplify this new type of woman, aka sexually aggressive harpy who finds gratification in spite of the men in their songs. i'm picturing jermaine drinking cherry wine (wtf is that) with the mousketeers, while carrie underwood is out in the parking lot curbing his boyfriend.

ready for a nice long sit

best weekend ever. minus the hauling of 4000 lbs of crap and sweating my balls off and accumulating enough bug bites and bruises and scrapes to officially qualify as one busted ass wreck. other than that, the bomb.

click for fotos.

porchlight

omg omg omg

tomorrow is National Ice Cream Sandwich Day and i'm having a hard time finding out where all the free freakin' ice cream sandwiches are coming from. I mean, we're not expected to like buy our own right? wtf, dairy industry.