Google buys a manufacturing building in the Mission
with the breakfast of champions.
I should’ve totally kept my old Datsun truck, Phil could’ve totally made me one of these. Every girl needs one, right?
Not only did this new computer save my butt on a monster job, it’s also a cat butt warmer. Win x 2.
Laine on FB:
I could say my mom’s the coolest mom ever or something, but I’m glad she isn’t. Otherwise, she wouldn’t take too kindly to taking then fixing up pictures of me pretending to be a fictional eco-terrorist. — with Leslie Straw.
Um, thanks, I think.
Page Street, SF.
Another restaurant opening in NOPA, a Mezcaleria.
For her last recital for San Francisco Girls Chorus Chorissima, Laine, my favorite nerd, picks Smeagol.
as Muni. After the white busses drop the kids off at work, they take the elderly to the casinos. You could live your whole life on one, just like a muni hobo.
Guys, in ladybug land the old ladies are cuter than the youth. You’re welcome.
One minute you have a bridle made of flowers and the next you have a lime green tat on your butt.
So I was starting to photo some of the drawings from the Live Drawing Event aka Little Big Draw at Mua Oakland on my back porch that I bought (for such a deal compared to how long it takes me to draw stuff these days) when suddenly a gust of wind blows them all away! Luckily the hand drawing by Lauren Napolitano and the face by Kelly Monson land in my backyard but Michael McConnell’s bad boy sloth goes over the fence! A big rickety one and no one was home to let me in. + to having a neighborhood average age 20′s it was easy to have someone climb the fence, since my own personal minions weren’t home.
New Bi-Rite penthouse action.
Just saw this again today. Wonder if they ever found him?
If you remember that quote you probably also have a stack of crap broken Walgreen’s glasses.
Overnight giant mushroom shows up and overturns hipster beer slug trap.
Pinkie cam for scale
Narcissus is blooming in December
and all summer I try to grow tomatoes, now I get one blooming in December. Weird.
Pyracantha berries, we used to have them in our backyard and all the birds would eat them and get drunk.
So as the Little Big Draw event at Mua winds down, John Mardikian of Telegraph (Oakland beer garden/restaurant) and I get in his “car” :) to go to his place that I haven’t seen in a while. It’s late and it’s closed and dark, but still looks great with a lot of new art and changes so I took some photos. And now at home as I’m going through them, it totally strikes me, Telegraph = In The Night Kitchen. Except instead of Maurice Sendak, J Otto. Instead of cake, 50/50 burger with bacon and macaroni and cheese on a donut. Mickey has his clothes on, and obviously, instead of milk, beer.
Guys, check it out. My first Fall harvest is a whole plateful of salad. My entire summer output was 5 radishes and two dozen peas so I think it’s getting better. Tuesday mornings spent at Visitation Valley Greenways helped amp up production. In the background is a corner of my cocktail garden.
Gorgeous weather, amazing cocktail action with crazy machines and urinals, great food, music, old friends and Carlos gets a Guggenheim, in no particular order. Better photos here: https://www.facebook.com/SanFranciscoArtInstitute
The tower looks anxious.
San-Ju (the next day) with one of the drink dispensers.