Let’s see, after yesterday’s post about the balls of my head, I think I’ll settle for something a little less insane and talk about stuff.
It’s cold here. No, Really. It’s cold. I wear scarves every day. I’m only mentioning this because while living back east I often wondered what the weather was like out west while we were all swimming through salty air.
Answer: It’s cold. But not so cold that things like this can’t grow outside along our street in Noe Valley.
(The above reminds me of fiber optics. Plants like this, they don’t grow on the sidewalk back east. Weird reptile-like vegetation, they is.)
(He says, “Feed me, mihow!” Every time I walk by.)
Let’s see, last night, Toby finally picked up 15 (processed) of the 30 (total) rolls of film he’s shot since our last week in DC. One of the rolls we got back was someone else’s. The old Parenthood switcheroo. And this didn’t bother me at first. Until Toby reminded me about that time I decided to vacuum the apartment in my underpants. And what did he do? He took pictures. The bastard. What if some woman and her parents are currently holding pictures of me vacuuming in my underwear? (No, there was nothing kinky.)
Anyway, some of the shots are spectacular. And I know I might be a biased critic, but some of them are really superb. Amazing, that kid. He takes up a hobby and nearly masters it in no time at all. He’s done this since I’ve known him. I told him last night, I want him to take up knitting next. BECAUSE IT’S SO DAMN COLD HERE!
Speaking of photography, this weekend we’re going to meet up with some other Bay Area photo bloggers at the Reverie Cafe. That should be pretty cool. It will be excellent finally meeting Heather Champ and her husband to be, Derek Powazek. Toby and I are both looking forward to it. (Remember this?) Ahhhh those were the days, the days where I made very little to no sense.
At some point this weekend, we have to finally clean up and arrange our apartment. It’s cluttered and there are still boxes strewn about the place. But here’s a shot of the box-free section.
(Yes, that’s a leg lamp. And mpap! See! That’s our pottery on the table. The important stuff is always unpacked right away.)
Elsewhere: Missy took pictures of Ronald Reagan’s funeral procession in D.C. I remember being there with her when Clinton was impeached. We kicked about downtown for hours watching people argue and protest, yell and call one another names. I imagine that this time it was a much different scene. And I wish I could have been there with her to take witness.
(Did I mention that it’s cold here?)
I think ‘twas Mark twain who said ‘the coldest winter I can remember was the summer I spent in San Francisco.’ It’s hot here in the district. Yesterday morning I broke a sweat brushing my teeth. Time to get out the ac!
I watched parts of the reagan procession from the comfort of an air-conditioned bar on capitol hill.
a little later, we were joined by the friend of a friend who showed up in full military dress ‘cause he’d marched in it.
knitting is fun!
You are meeting Heather Champ?!! I am so jealous—green green—you must tell all-
– wow how totally COOL is that? And I’m sorry it is cold there– not what I would have thought—but wow is your home lovely. So very, very lovely—
Donald, hysterical! I do that nearly every day, cold or not. I’m so very out of shape. (Say hello to the lovely Kyra for me. I still have two mats there. I’m leaving them there for when I visit. heh)
I was watching a gal knit the other day on Muni and thought “man that’s cool. I shoulld pick that up again.” (I only sort of kinda learned out to knit once while in Europe. If memory prevails, I wasn’t very good at it.)
Oh, and you all see how there are FOUR chairs there and that there are only TWO of us. Buy your plane tickets. We need to fill them.
once again..damn my vacation time
I love your place…that picture of your place is really nice. I know what you mean about it being so flippin’ cold here….I just looked at those pictures Missy posted and it makes me cold just looking at those people in shorts and such. I think I have forgotten that it is is June and it is warm in the rest of the country…..damn fog!
Yes! I see! Very cool.
shorts are fully justified ‘round these parts now, cat. why, it’s so warm here, I break a sweat when donald brushes his teeth.
It is so hot here. Some of those poor military folks in their dress uniforms had to be ushered away because they were about to collapse.
It’s crazy but I really miss the super hot weather. I don’t miss the eternal fights my husband and I had about using the AC though. He loves AC I hate it. AC doesn’t exist here. I am just waiting for the fall when it gets really hot here….Just think 90 degrees with no humidity.
cat, i rock the ac so hard the ac needs a jacket. michele hates it. it’s not because men are wimpier, it’s because girls wanna make us uncomfortable!
Cat, I totally agree with EVERYTHING you said. I hate AC as well. Fake air, there’s nothing worse than freezing beneath fake air.
Thank you mihow! Mike turns that stupid AC up so far I swear the “nums” have icicles hanging off their wiskers! I think it is a guy thing.
my general rule for AC is:
If I am sitting at my computer and sweating, its time for AC.
Call me crazy, I just don’t like sitting around and being swarthy all of the time.
Ok Mesh, that’s what fans are for….none of this fake air stuff.
It’s a guy thing, yes. And an office building thing. There have been numerous times where my fingers have frozen shut while working.
I’m with toby. da chicks can’t hold they cold…that’s what the problem is.
I have female friends who bring sweaters to visit my place in the summer ‘cause the I like me some cold air.
Ok, now really what is this weirdness about? We know it ain’t no lack of meat thing, because two of the three of these fellas are vegans. And if Toby tries to tell me it’s because he’s super muscular, I’ll serve him, yo. We even have more body fat? Hmmmmmm most peculiar.
it’s all about superior use of bandhas to build internal heat. I wasn’t supposed to say anything, but I felt we owed you.
Methinks Missy has a thing for guys in uniforms :)