La Lady GaGa returns to the Bay Area for another concert this March. Last time she was spotted eating sausages at Rosemund’s in the Mission and down the peninsula at Apple’s mothership. Where will she be spotted next?!
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Taking a break loving much of the morning sunshine. I am having a tremendous appetite this week.
Below is yogurt +fruit +honey from La Boulange. I think the yogurt they use is from local company Strauss, so creamy and thick. Delish.
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♥Butterlap| Meets Wednesdays at Ferry bldg. 7PM
Rules: 1) Don’t be an asshole. 2) Bring good booze.
++ Ferry building (in front of the steps)++ Ft.Mason (at the excercise bars by the statues, atop Gashouse cove++ Presidio overlooking Baker Beach (Lincoln at Washington Blvd.)++ Legion of honor++ Clement and 43rd ave.)++ Ocean beach (Great Hwy at JFK)++ Stanyan and Fell/Oak++ Benders (19th at S. Van Ness)
After spending some time with Velcro, mi beloved beautiful cat, we came to terms.
She promised me not to give Frenchie the slashing-tires treatment, since I got new rubber. Deal.
Last week I finally got both new tires, altogether. Many thanks for all your recommendations, I really appreciate it =)
As an extension of my persona, it is quite complicated keeping up with the Frenchie, with the exception that I am not French… at any rate, the ratio of the rear can get away with being 27 x1/4 so I got the Continental Gator and for the front it has to be a 27 x1/8 due to the complication of the spacing between the basket base, the front fender and the brake.Well anyways. We are once again Polk street-ready.
This time the nice young men at the Sports Basement (I’m a huge fan of their open-late hours) took good care of Frenchie. Photographed below is Thai-Son. Sup!
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The top photo was taken with my phone.
The two from the bike shop, taken with the Lumix LX5 — new camera I am just starting to figure out.
New year, new gadgets. I’m stoked =)
Like a mural, like life, like a companion, like good friend.
Taking a second to appreciate someone, appreciate a moment out of the daily grind, is good for the soul.
Wall street art pieces stand in a parallel similarity to life, they are there one minute, and they could be gone the next.
This photo of the wall piece by local artist Eddie Colla was taken about a week or so ago. It is no longer there.
A life can never be duplicated or replaced.
My prayers and thoughts are with the victims and their loved ones from the Tucson shootings [link via LAtimes].
Here are 2 more rare-weekend posts for a little Saturday reading treat for the cozy couch potatoes =)
There are some photos and events I didn’t get to publish last year, I will post them in the first couple of weeks of the new year so, some kind of quasi-review of 2010.
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Parking. The Academy of scions has plenty of bikes, though it gets pretty crowded at times.
Someone has previously commented on the limited use of bike parking for staff.
Does anyone have any updates or information upon that?
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’til next time NightLife at the Academy + indie mart.
This concludes the 3 Holiday artsy craft events. Cute stuff, lots to see, large little fan of the DIY indie crowds.
// xxo♥m
There are some photos and events I didn’t get to publish last year, I will post them in the first couple of weeks of the new year so in chronological rewind. Some type of quasi-review of 2010.
The Bazaar Bizarre was held in Ft. Mason, in the “grueling far and hilly” and burritoless north side of town, which also happens to have amazing Golden Gate, Marin and many views of the beautiful Bay. While riding to the event in the super crowded parking, I ran into Dave and his Schwinn krate-mayhem crew.
There were a number of interesting things and vendors that had grat stuff, but I only made it for about 10 minutes. Ran into a couple of friends, bough a one-sie(is that what they are called?) for my buddy’s new baby boy and left. When I can’t chat to the vendor on voice level, or hear my thoughts while getting smacked by antsy elbows, messenger bags and purses that can’t seem to be able to get through, it is time to leave.
So ditched it all and I went riding.
Riding instead of crowded crowds, anytime.
—‘Til next time Bizarros
