S.F. Heat

It's this hot in San Francisco!!

Some kind of heat wave is here in S.F. for the week and the cats are just melting. I actually had to turn the bedroom fan on and have been sleeping with the windows open.

Favorite new old song / were they serious?

So between coats of paint on the living room walls and ceiling (I know, I know, I'm working on the posting), I had a few minutes to search the web and found my favorite new old song. Lee Hazelwood and Nancy Sinatra signing "Some Velvet Morning". I had to do a few things to pull it out of Youtube.com but here it is in all it's 70s, sideburned and mustachioed glory. It makes me wonder if they were really serious when they did this or did they know that it was over the top hokum? Wearing all black, riding a black horse across the beach and staring pensively off camera. Anyone?

It's a Mystery! (or Grace's 7th Birthday)

March brought me down to LA for Easter and Grace's 7th birthday. As usual, Mandy had planned out an excellent party. The theme was Mysteries, you know like Nancy Drew and Sherlock Holmes. So treasure hunts, pin the tail on the (?) convict and Mersham pipes were the order of the day.


The following day we enjoyed a nice Sunday Easter brunch and the Haute Dog Easter parade in Long Beach. Check out the photo gallery here

Birthday and Easter photo gallery

Sunday in the Park

San Francisco usually gets the rap of being cold all the time. Drizzly fog and greyness. And generally this has some truth to it but last Sunday was the exception. Warm breezes, spring fragrances, naked people playing in the park and non-stop techno beats. What I'm getting at is that we get so few days of luxurious warm weather that when one comes along, Dolores Park explodes with activity. Usually along the top edge, there is an ocean of thong wearing Castro-ians, down towards the middle reaches, picnics and dogs and then some Frisbee and soccer in the plains. Everyone is smoking weed and drinking beer and dancing to some booming system near the playground. It was so good that I headed over to the new boutique ice cream shop to pick up a snack. Check out the dark chocolate and coconut macaroon ice cream sandwich. Damn straight!

Spring in SF

I guess technicaly it might not be spring but both of my plum trees in my yard are lighting up with blooms of tiny white petals. An explosion really. and damn I had to post something cause I'm sick of looking at that crazy haircut situation, which has grown in quite a bit BTW

Hair Fun

So I have this thing that I do when I jump into the pool. I always take a quick leap and while in mid air I try to stop for a split second and think, 'What the hell am I doing?" I don't know how cold the water is? Am I ready for the shock? Then realize that I'm pretty committed at that point and here it comes. Well, I've never really liked my hair, ever. I've done a few things with it over the years and it basically always sucks. Thin, flat and stringy. So if it's not going to cooperate, screw it. It's gone. Here is the before shot. I hadn't had a haircut in about 7 months. It was about 8 to 10 inches long I guess. I decided to just start cutting before I thought about it too much. You know, just jumping in. Oh, also, enjoy the nudity.


Here is the part where I've committed to cutting it. I actually took a second here and realized what I was doing. Trying to think if I could pull off leaving it like this. It is San Francisco after all.


and at this point I realized the comb over wasn't going to work. I've always thought that the comb over was wasted on the old. Any reason why the youngsters don't try it? Basically shave the center part out of a perfectly full head of hair and comb baby. Anyway, it seems kind of stinky and I decided to finish the job.



So here it is, my scalp. It's OK I suppose. Easy to take care of but it doesn't leave you with many hair options. And it seems like cheating a bit. Not much imagination required for that 'concentration camp' look.

8th Annual Bring Your Own Big Wheel Event

OK, so I'm getting all viral and shit but could anything be more San Francisco: childish, pointless, (most likely) drunken mayhem. An annual event of careening idiots in banana costumes, riding Big Wheels down Lombard Street. All set to the thrashing beauty of Motorhead's Ace of Spades. Check out the video and let's check it out Easter Sunday. Good timing too, after those skull cracking bricks, we will rise from the dead like zombies, like Jesus... oh wait, that blasphemous, like San Francisco. Enjoy (PS - Ben - bachelor party idea?)