sick.

yesterday while riding home from work i was assaulted by three thugs in a car. i was riding west on mission from 2nd street. yes, i was taking up the lane as that is my right as a vehicle. at around eighth street i hear a few honks behind me. nothing too aggressive, just little beeps. i'm looking at the parked cars ahead of me and there are a few with people just sitting in the driver seat. i don't want one of them to open and door me so i continue taking the lane. mind you, the other lane is clear so they could go around me if they wanted. instead they decided to gun it and swerve into me almost pinching me off in between them and a parked car. they also almost hit the car. they yelled out "get out of the road, faggot." and i heard one of them spit at me and a car door open. not sure why he opened the door as they were moving and he couldn't jump out. maybe he wanted to hit me with it. i tell them to fuck off and proceed to ride to the front of the line at the next red light.

at tenth street i take a right so i can meet back up with market and continue riding west towards lower haight. i turn around and see two cars make that same right. these guys are the second one. they screech around the first car and start revving/gunning it behind me and then braking just shy of hitting me. i sped up and too an illegal left on market. i again turn around and see them taking a right and then quickly pull an illegal u-turn to follow me. i ride across van ness and pull over hoping they would to and that i could get my hands on them. but instead as i'm about to get off my bike a bunch of trash comes flying my way but misses and then a full, but open, coke can flies in between my arms and my stomach. they yell 'faggot' again and then speed off and veer right up page street, running the red light and almost getting into a head on collision with all the cars turning left from market onto franklin. there's a whole lot of screeching and honking as cars narrowly stopped in time.

I'm steaming by this time so i take off after them but i have to wait for all the cars to turn left before i can proceed. i see they're left blinker on. so i plan to meet up with them at market and gough. again i get a red light and they speed through the intersection screaming 'faggot' and flipping me off. i continue to chase them into the mission but quickly lose them. at the very least i wanted to get their license plate and report an assault and a hate crime. i'm not gay but i'm pretty sure that attacking someone because 1: they're on a bike, and 2: calling them a 'faggot' while doing so would be considered a hate crime. anyway. i believe they were in an older model black mercedes. i never caught up and i never got the plate.

Sunday Roast

The roommates and I have been like ships passing in the night lately. I've got school coming to an end, Lora's swamped at work and in the midst of a new relationship and Mark has a critical paper coming out very soon. Needless to say we've all missed each others company. A few weeks ago Mark threw out the idea to do a Sunday roast. We all needed a day to decompress so we picked a date and let it evolve. Over the next week or so we all decided on a menu, pita, veggies and hummus to start, seasoned and roasted beets, carrots, brussel sprouts, leeks and potatoes, boneless leg of lamb as a main coarse. To finish it off we made, and by we I mean Lora, an apple crumble with ice cream and custard.

Mark, in the throws of a mint and malt vinegar frenzy. Which I must say I had my doubts about but which actually turned out to be one of the highlights of the meal.

Lora, handles the meat.

Dinner is served.

Yes, we have a cow gravy boat at the house.

Enjoying the amazing Hess wine that our recent, and totally

awesome house guests Jim and Kerry left us.

Thanks you two, come visit again soon.

After clean up we all sat around, read the papers, did soduku, and lounged on the couch. We also read our fortunes by melting wax and spilling into cool water. Not sure how accurate this method is as my last fortune depicted me as Santa Clause. We finished the night off with the crumble, custard and ice cream and the film UP. It was a true day of leisure.

Halloween, '09

A treasure troll and a pinata. I think we were the best looking fools out there.

full muay thai rules....yes.

it's about time...

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