Wednesday, October 31, 2007

*Plastic Floating Texas*

This just in...well, not really JUST in, but its news to me. There is a giant garbage patch in the middle of the ocean (800 miles north of Hawii). The patch is filled with plastic bags, toys, bins, oil bottles, and other discarded junk. It is approx. twice the size of Texas....wait, wait, wait, did you get that TWICE the size of TEXAS....TEXAS FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. Apperently all this discarded junk (by the way, it is approximated that each individual throws away 185lbs of plastic each year, thats plastic that will never go away) foats around in the sea slowly making its way to an area known as the North Pacific Subtropical Gyre. It is known to sailors as being a desert of water. A place where the winds and the waters slowly churn clockwise in a vortex sucking in debris from all around. It is apperently caused by a mountanous high pressure system that lingers above it.
Contained in this mess of plastic, as well as washing up on shore, are creatures that have mistaken bits of plastic as food. "One animal dissected by Dutch researchers contained 1,603 pieces of plastic." Surveys of the water were done and it was discovered that this area of the sea contains six times (by weight) the amount of plastic as it does plankton, a large portion of which is invisible to the eye. This means that this type of pollution is most likely to get inside of humans who eat the polluted fish.
On a side note only plastics number 1 and number 2 (the number inside the three arrows triangle indicating recyclable items) have a chance of escaping landfills, all other plastics 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7 will most likely end up in the dumps for years....and years.

I just heard about this 'floating plastic Texas' in a meeting with a client and decided to look it up. You should is a link to get started...

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Frustrating night

Man was last night frustrating.
I went down stairs to go and hang out with my roommate Becky at her friend Becca's apt. When I walk in the place is a fucking mess. Like, can't even see the floor mess. So I am stepping over records, clothes, bikes, books, some little guy laying on the floor playing video games, and take a seat in between the night stand and the bed. Becky and Becca have barely noticed that I walked in and keep on chatting. So I'm just sitting there, looking around and the next thing I know is that the little guy, who I realize is Becca's boyfriend, gets up and walks over to me, (by this time I've noticed that he is also an albino midget), and starts laying into me about how rude it is to step over someone. I'm kinda just ignoring him, he's being ridiculous and over reacting. Then bam, he karate kicks me in the mouth with his weird, white, little midget foot. I grabbed him by the ankle and flipped him out the back door into the courtyard. Immediatley Becky and Becca are both on me yelling and really getting in my face. Then, just as quick, they are both out the door to see about their little friend.
Dempsey walks in the door and I tell him that what had happened thinking that maybe he'd see it from my point of view. Nope. He rails into me even harder and then runs outside to be with Beck and Becc. Man...can it get any worse???

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Half the man I used to be...

My girlfriend is way more hardcore than I am. Just look at her cd/tape/record collection.

Best dishes

Fried crawfish etoufee drizzled in a lemon raspberry vinagrette, frogs legs, smothered pork chop stuffed with prawns, ground beef and onions, steak smothered in goat cheese and sauteed onions, and many, many more.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Bathroom Break

Our toilet keeps getting busted. For those of you that know me well know that this is a big bummer.

The last show

I went to go see Electric Six on Tuesday. And while their music is all fun and dancy and stuff I was completely thrown off by the fact that the lead singer looked like one of my business of the toughest ones I ever had. Or as Emma puts it, 'like Chris Farley on coke.' The show was rad, people were dancing hard and sweating. I, unfortunately, was too tired/exhausted to really get down...being sober didn't help at all.

Monday, October 15, 2007

Friday, October 12, 2007

This build is amazing...

Built by local San Franciscan known only as Emangoo.

I would love to buy one....too bad they cost upwards of $1,200 bones for frame and fork. Damn beautiful though.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007


This is what I do for fun...

Man Pelt...

Nurse: "I think I'm going to have to shave your chest."
Me: "I knew it!!!"
Nurse: "A lot of guys shave their chests."
Me: "A lot of those guys are gay."
Nurse: Furrows brow, crinkles nose and tugs at my chest hair with a dull razor.

Monday, October 8, 2007

Somebody, defibrilate me.

Yesterday my heart hurt. I don't know what it was, but it felt weird. My heart beat was It would beat one really weak beat, then I could feel the pressure build, followed by three really strong beats. This went on for about twelve hours (9pm-9am). It felt like there was a fist around my heart squeezing it. I didn't feel weak or light headed or anything...just really scared. I am going to see the doctor tomorrow. Wish me luck.

Thursday, October 4, 2007

Please, be careful

A friend of mine, Anthony,

was hit on Sunday September 9th at Van Ness and Grove by a truck and was a victim of a hit and run. He was Hit so hard he was up on the hood for 80 feet and when he hit the ground his shoes where in seperate places no where near eachother. He suffered from a collapsed lung, two broken ribs, broken vertabre, broken femur, smashed kidney and countless abbrations. He's finally out of the hospital (Oct. 2) and home with family almost a month later.

Anthony is a bike messenger and friend to many of us in the bike community. Thanks to Victims of Crime all his hospital bills are covered. Thank God.

Be careful out there, whether you are on two wheels or four. Keep your eyes sharp and watch out for each other.

Anthony, again...

And his bike (enlarge to see how trashed it is)...

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Yahoo Tips

Why are Yahoo Tips always targeted at girls??? Skin care. How to make a good impression on his parents. Crapcrapcrap.

My brother posted some things that he hates and got a lot of feedback so I thought I would post one thing I hate and hope that nobody reades it.

I hate it when people read my blog.

which is good because I think a total of three people read my blog. Blog.

Monday, October 1, 2007

Sunday, Shameless Sunday

I woke up around noon. My head felt like I had someone's knee growing out of the back of it. The sunshine was slicing through the venetian's and stabbing at my eyes. I was alone. I was dirty. I was mustached and hung over in the worst kind of way.
I needed to not be alone so I called Dempsey. He was at kinko's and would be right back. He somehow convinced me to ride with him all the way down to 24th and whatever god awful street Pop's is on. "Bloody Mary for him, I'll take a Pabst." That helped a tiny bit. "How about another, this time, make it a Hamm's." Three or four of those took the sting off.
We got hungry. It was maybe 3:00pm. There was someones breakfast on the bar. I think it was the bartenders. We ate the waffles, toast, and eggs with our fingers.
There was talk of fried chicken. It didn't take much convincing on either of our parts to make the decision to ride all the way down to Third Street and 22nd. I knew of a great soul food cafe down that way.
Hard Knox Cafe. We were sort of drunk when we got there. Our eyes were bigger than our stomachs were, but neither was a match for the hangover I had. Dempsey got the three piece fried chicken with a side of spicy beans and rice and mashed potatoes and gravy. I got the smothered pork with the mac'n'cheese and the mashed potatoes and gravy. The plate came out. It was about the size of my torso. I think there was a whole pig on it...but I don't know, I couldn't see a face through all the gravy.
We at. We kept eating. We ate some more. And then we dared each other to eat a little bit more. After that I think I passed out in the booth.
We rode all the way down third, painfully full. We barely made it to Yerba Buena Garden. I hit the grass and that was the end of me.
I woke up just as the sun was going down over the skyline. It got cold real quick and this food coma on top of my hang over wasn't making me any more comfortable.
We, once again, hopped onto our bikes and headed for home. We pulled the tv out of the closet, popped in some Indiana Jones and fell asleep on my bed.
That my friends, is one version of the perfect Sunday.

Saturday's are full of Love

Love Parade, erherm, I mean Love Fest.

Started the day out early with steve and a shower and a beer and a mustache. That sounds alot more gay than it actually was, the only thing I shared with Steve was the beer. Anyway, we got started around 11am and took a walk to Saigon Sandwich and then down to Market to catch the Parade/fest/whatever. There were, as expected, lots and lots of naked men. Most were old and saggy and greying in all the wrong areas. Most were tiny too. Oh, and they were all over accessorized, if you know what I mean. There was also the stereotypical AP (American Apparel) girls. You know the type, tube socks, small shorts, tiny shirt/or no shirt with nip sticks. There were also the ever annoying hippies, thugs, out of towners, kids hoping to get a look at some boobies, and then the occasional tourist with the 'what the hell am I walking through' look on their face.
The morning was fun. Steve and I sat high up on a dumpster drinking our beer and taking pictures and laughing at all the crap. The music was semi aweful until about the last third of the parade. We then followed, got lost, were then found, and began to follow again, the parade to Civic Center where we would meet up with the rest of the parea.
There we found the usual suspects, and then we began drinking a bit more heavily.
Seeing people I met at the last Love Parade.
Walking around asking 'where the hell are we going?'
More walking.
Bad music.
Needing to get the hell out of there.
Home with a NewCastle and Ellie.
Back to the parade only to decide that I can't stand hearing any more blasted electronica and don't want to look at anymore drunk costumed out people realizing that they are half naked in a bad part of the city alone and did I mention that they were half naked.
Home to drink some more with my favorite people on the planet, my brother, my girlfriend, and Dempsey. Hemlock....crazy.home.

Friday at the Independent

Dempsey & Azikiwee & Tamsin & Me.

Magic Bullet & JuiceBoxxx & Bando Do Role.

Magic Bullet: Rockishly dancy. Drums were phenominal. Awesome.

JuiceBoxxx: Electro rap. Played over an ipod. Crowd surf. Speaker standing. Garbage can climbing/falling over in. Hit himself in head with mic. Awefull outfit...possibly kmart or walgreens. Terrible hair...possibly beatles/bowl/knight/just plain bad. Pants on too high.

Bando Do Role: Brazilian Baile Funk. Amazing, regardless of tech. difficulties. Really fun. Dancing, screaming. Playful on stage, wrestling, spitting beer. Croch grabbing.

The tops. Over all, it was one damn fine show. Lots of crowd/band interaction.

ps..thanks dempsey, it was good having a night out with you.