CHICKEN JOHN FOR MAYOR

I have never given to a campaign before, nor have I ever really endorsed a candidate...but this guy makes me laugh, and Gavin is a douche...so I figured I'd give him $25, and my vote.

http://voteforchicken.com/

he has had a few articles in the paper, I've read his blog...it's all pretty ridiculous, and for some reason I think S.F. politics needs this.

Ta!

(stole that from Dan... :)

Sea Ranch Birthday Bash

So, I haven't had much time to post things at home (which is why I am just getting to Sea Ranch...we went in mid-July), mainly because I am paying for an Internet service that I cannot use...which baffles my mind as well, but you know...somethings you just gotta let go and let God...I hate using 12 step references as well, but they actually DO make sense :)

This is Jake and I on Highway 1 (see homecoming picture above) stopping to take a few photos with Jillian and Matt (more pictures will come)...the drive home was definitely fun...I don't really recall ever having been on Highway 1 before, and it was so beautiful...

so, the weekend was great, it was much more functional than I thought it would be, and everyone got along just splendidly! At one point my Dad even told Phil how much he appreciated him...it was fantastic!! The scenery there is so beautiful and rugged, I loved it. There were seals outside every morning, and crabs, and other sea life...it was a big tide pool. Dad, Jillian, Jake and I rummaged around down on the rocks pointing and poking things...

Jake and I thought we should try some action shots (for my birthday I got two new cameras, so we had to try out the settings)...I think he got more air, but I gave it a valiant effort... Isn't it kinda strange how Jake doesn't have a shadow...am I dating a witch?

I would love to go camping up there, maybe some time this fall if it isn't too cold. When I was young we went to a place down the coast a bit, bodega bay, and I remember it somewhat...sand dunes, crabs, beautiful beaches, oyster digging, losing my shoes, sand in my crotch, the whole bit. Either way, I'd love to get up there more.

PEET'S COFFEE=PANIC ATTACK IN A CUP

PEET'S COFFEE=CRACK AND SPEED

I'm not a coffee drinker, and for some reason, yesterday I was kinda tired, early to work and thought, "What the heck, I'll get a coffee....everyone else is doing it."

Well, I might as well have jumped off the Golden Gate Bridge because that seems to be the new black as well.

I have never been more uncomfortable for 8 hours in my life. I liken it to when Sara Lamson and I ran the half marathon in O.C. She convinced me (though it wasn't hard) to take two caffeine pills before the race (I know, I know, doping is illegal) and even though I ran a bunch, I had the most restless sleep of my life. At work though, it was even more difficult. I couldn't sit still, i was stretching and standing all day; nor could I focus on work...it was a shit show.

Anyhow, I think I'm over my coffee cravings...I had one from Starbucks (gave me a stomach ache) and now one from the famed Pete's...which made me feel like one of the tweakers on the street...so I think I'm back to sparkling water...does the job just as well!!

BITTY BITTY BUM BAH

Selena y los DINOS!!!!! AYAYAYA

Did you see who that was? It's SALINAS...

"I'm going to hang this fender in my garage man, and under it's going to say, "the fender that was ripped off by the bus of Salinas!"
"Anything for Salinasssss!!"

I think only Alex may love this movie as much as I do...and deep down I think I want to be a tejano singing sensation, only to be re-enacted by J.Lo on the big screen. Minus getting shot by her manager, Selena had a pretty enviable carrer...This movie makes me cry everytime...right when her husband, Chris Perez, turns to the wall and cries when he finds out that the love of his life and the lead singer in his band didn't make it...ahhhh man, I look past the previous hour of bad acting and I just lose it...anyhow...


I don't know why I'm thinking of that movie right now, probably because it was my birthday last night, and other than the fact that it is probably one of the best movies EVER...I am slightly hung-over and thinking random thoughts...

I had such a great time on my birthday, went to Suppenkuche with a bunch of pals, went to jade bar...and then it gets a little fuzzy :) However, I do know that I got a marshmellow gun, I had no idea they existed, and now I can't wait to try it out! So happy everyone could make it out on a Wednesday to celebrate my 24th!!! Viva Kristin(a) y los dinos...nice ring to it, huh?

Good Times...

I don't know about everyone else (I don't even know who everyone else is in this situation, due to the fact I have told no one really about this blog...) but for me, this movie is one of my all time favorites. Whenever there was a dull moment in the conversation growing up, or I was somewhat drunk, lines from this film just made me fall on the floor laughing (OK...maybe just trip and fall....but still).

So, this is my favorite scene (that and all the swallow banter)...one of them at least...I just think it is so genius the way it is written and executed, especially all the Lady of the Lake stuff...I can picture it in my head perfectly going through the entire scene...

Enjoy

ARTHUR:
Old woman!
DENNIS:
Man!
ARTHUR:
Man. Sorry. What knight lives in that castle over there?
DENNIS:
I'm thirty-seven.
ARTHUR:
I-- what?
DENNIS:
I'm thirty-seven. I'm not old.
ARTHUR:
Well, I can't just call you 'Man'.
DENNIS:
Well, you could say 'Dennis'.
ARTHUR:
Well, I didn't know you were called 'Dennis'.
DENNIS:
Well, you didn't bother to find out, did you?
ARTHUR:
I did say 'sorry' about the 'old woman', but from the behind you looked--
DENNIS:
What I object to is that you automatically treat me like an inferior!
ARTHUR:
Well, I am King!
DENNIS:
Oh, King, eh, very nice. And how d'you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers! By 'anging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society. If there's ever going to be any progress with the--
WOMAN:
Dennis, there's some lovely filth down here. Oh! How d'you do?

ARTHUR:
How do you do, good lady? I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Who's castle is that?
WOMAN:
King of the who?
ARTHUR:
The Britons.
WOMAN:
Who are the Britons?
ARTHUR:
Well, we all are. We are all Britons, and I am your king.
WOMAN:
I didn't know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective.
DENNIS:
You're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship: a self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes--
WOMAN:
Oh, there you go bringing class into it again.
DENNIS:
That's what it's all about. If only people would hear of--
ARTHUR:
Please! Please, good people. I am in haste. Who lives in that castle?
WOMAN:
No one lives there.
ARTHUR:
Then who is your lord?
WOMAN:
We don't have a lord.
ARTHUR:
What?
DENNIS:
I told you. We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week,...
ARTHUR:
Yes.
DENNIS:
...but all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting...
ARTHUR:
Yes, I see.
DENNIS:
...by a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs,...
ARTHUR:
Be quiet!
DENNIS:
...but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more major--
ARTHUR:
Be quiet! I order you to be quiet!
WOMAN:
Order, eh? Who does he think he is? Heh.
ARTHUR:
I am your king!
WOMAN:
Well, I didn't vote for you.
ARTHUR:
You don't vote for kings.
WOMAN:
Well, how did you become King, then?
ARTHUR:
The Lady of the Lake,...
[angels sing]
...her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur.
[singing stops]
That is why I am your king!
DENNIS:
Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
ARTHUR:
Be quiet!
DENNIS:
Well, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!
ARTHUR:
Shut up!
DENNIS:
I mean, if I went 'round saying I was an emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away!
ARTHUR:
Shut up, will you? Shut up!

DENNIS:
Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system.
ARTHUR:
Shut up!
DENNIS:
Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help! Help! I'm being repressed!
ARTHUR:
Bloody peasant!
DENNIS:
Oh, what a give-away. Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That's what I'm on about. Did you see him repressing me? You saw it, didn't you?

BURNING WO-MAN

Woman
Woe man
Whoa man
She was a thief
You gotta believe
She stole my heart and my cat
Betty
Judy
Josie and those hot Pussycats
They make me horny
Saturday morny
Girls of cartoons
Won't leave me in ruins
I want to be Betty's Barney
Hey, Jane, get me off
This crazy thing...
... called love



Sooooo, for the past few months I have been toying with the idea of a vacation. It has been about two years since I went on one (excluding trips to Tahoe, Las Vegas, LA, the Cedars, New York, and other baby weekend vacations...those don't count), and I am feeling like a week long vacation is in order. Jake and I thought about Hawaii...Guatemala, and Argentina (still in the works for next year I think), but Burning Man somehow won the prize. So yeah...this will be my first time...

I feel a sense of hypocrisy going to this event for various reasons...

1) I made fun of people who went to this festival, and continue to do so....and will more than likely make fun of myself whilst there...
2) I always thought it was for old hippie friends of my dad...which led me to do #1 repeatedly.
3) The scene there, or what I had heard of it...didn't really seem like my style of fun...granted, I like to do various things that go on there, I just felt like it was a forced and superficial atmosphere....
4) I like to camp near a source of water (this one isn't hypocritical though...just logical I guess)...is that so wrong?!

there are more reasons but ultimately it all leads back to reason #1...

So, I knocked it before I tried it...so now I'm trying it...and hopefully since I knocked it down so long ago, I will be able to enjoy it objectively without all those preconceived notions....that and Jake's pictures of it are pretty great, and his stories did intrigue me.

Anyhow...guess there is lots to do before hand. Figure out supplies (water, food, etc), become a major artist in the course of two months....get some weird outfits together (I'm opposed to this one...as it seems a little forced...) I don't know...but first I have to buy my ticket to make it official. It's freakin expensive, too bad they don't do it on Ocean Beach anymore....sad.

On that note:
Harriet, Harriet
Hard-hearted harbinger of haggis
Beautiful, bemuséd
Bellicose butcher
Untrusting
Unknowing
Unlovéd

.....fade to black :)

zeitgeist

zeit·geist Pronunciation: 'tsIt-"gIst, 'zIt Function: noun Etymology: German, from Zeit (time) + Geist (spirit) Date: 1884 Meaning: the general intellectual, moral, and cultural climate of an era.