Fear monsters

I mean fear mongers. It's funny when I remind myself sometimes that the same company (Hearst) who owns the Chronicle also owns Cosmopolitan magazine.

July 21st.

This week, even the silhouetted sunsets comforted me for only moments.
Disembodied easily thanks to perforated edges, I took no time at all, didn't I?
My eyes came out first but you broke me apart with such suave and skill, I wish I could have watched.
At least I got to hear the gloriously melodic ripping sounds you composed for me.
And it's okay, I didn't need to see you to know you were smiling as you left. That's why I smiled back.
Now, I saunter around hazily, numb except for sometimes. My guts hanging, they drag behind like a friend.

Slowing it down

Today was I'm a Passenger day for me. I left the scoot at home and bussed to and from work. I jumped off the 21 right after sunset at Alamo Square Park because the sunlight had this weird completely idyllic golden hue to it. Fuck. Yeah.

The Recent Past

I've always sort of thought that I was supposed to grow up in the 40s and 50s. And when I see these performances of Ella Fitzgerald, Perry Como, Nat King Cole and Rosemary Clooney, I get that weird chill you get when something hits you just right (like Bi-Rite's salted caramel ice cream).



As one of the comments says: Some people should live forever -Ella - One Note Samba (Scat Singing)






Perry Como, Nat King Cole, Rosemary Clooney

Perry Como & Rosemary Clooney: medley

Victor Borge

One of my favorite memories from my childhood is rushing home from school every day to claim the tv in the name of Victor Borge. If I got home before my sister, I got to control what we watched (until she made enough of a fuss and/or otherwise convinced me to give up my hold). My choice everyday was my Victor Borge VHS tape. every. single. day. I would pour a bowl of froot loops and sit no less than 4 inches from the screen, completely entranced by his magical hilarity.

One of the most under-known comedians of our time, Watch Him Here:
Phonetic Punctuation

and here, adapting the above skit with Dean Martin:

Laying down the law

Daaaaa da da da DAAAAAAAA!



I'm toying with the idea of filling out the back in crayon, so as to ever so slightly nudge them into rejecting me.

Celebrity Sightings

I have a new celebrity to add to my sightings list!

Yesterday, while enjoying a break at work, we were sitting outside on NewMo street when my co-worker stopped mid-sentence to do a double take of a dude walking by. "I think that was Dave Chappelle..." she said quietly. WHAT!? He turned the corner onto Minna. "Was that really him!?" Stranger guy walks by me - "That was Dave Chappelle." "OH MY GOD." Star-struck, all I could think of to yell down Minna was "YOU ROCK!" Another co-worker screams "DAVE!" Head slightly turned back, he raised his hand to wave hello. "YOU KICK ASS!" she screamed after him.

WEE! Celebrity Sighting List:

Sean Penn - Standing directly behind me, Jello Biafra Show, 2006
James Spader - In my Alacatraz tour group, 2006
RuPaul - Castro and Market, Pride, 2007
Dave Chappelle - Walking by my work, 2007

still no Robin Williams, but I'm being patient.

Critical Mass, Road Rash and Crafts

They sort of rhyme.

View of Critical Mass from New Montgomery Street:



And my road rash from later that night...



...that led to me having a quiet crafting day:

Felt Sushi!



and a felt fortune cookie (WITH felt fortune!):