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I interviewed one of my favorite bands in this little park the other day. My hand recorder captured the ambiance- trees rustled, bits of conversation from passers by floated in and there was a near constant distant jack hammering. A dog ran through our spot chasing after a ball and a homeless man butted in until the lead singer gave up the bottle his $10 smoothie had come in. I hope it all comes off as charming as I think it does.
Doing something I’m normally comfortable with in a strange new context- being outdoors on a bustling Friday afternoon- threw me for a loop and I found myself stumbling a bit. I have no hopes that I was charming.
This is a band that has made me feel many things and out it leaked, in the form of me starting every question with “I feel…” “I feel like…” “Is it weird that I feel?” Ugh.Don’t worry, though- I carefully edited out all of my feels.

I interviewed one of my favorite bands in this little park the other day. My hand recorder captured the ambiance- trees rustled, bits of conversation from passers by floated in and there was a near constant distant jack hammering. A dog ran through our spot chasing after a ball and a homeless man butted in until the lead singer gave up the bottle his $10 smoothie had come in. I hope it all comes off as charming as I think it does.

Doing something I’m normally comfortable with in a strange new context- being outdoors on a bustling Friday afternoon- threw me for a loop and I found myself stumbling a bit. I have no hopes that I was charming.

This is a band that has made me feel many things and out it leaked, in the form of me starting every question with “I feel…” “I feel like…” “Is it weird that I feel?” Ugh.

Don’t worry, though- I carefully edited out all of my feels.

— 21 hours ago with 3 notes
I know, I know, posts about dreams…BUT

I always have super vivid and crazy dreams while camping. But this one may be the best one yet…

My dream was that in the future there’s no more room for trash so to teach people to only buy what they need the world government embeds a 3D printer embedded in every human. IF YOU WANT TO OWN SOMETHING NEW YOU HAVE TO GIVE BIRTH TO IT.

Feel free to hose me down with money any time, Hollywood.

— 1 week ago with 3 notes
cappstreetcrap:

For those of you concerned the Mission is becoming less diverse, here are four different mops hanging out together on Capp Street.

cappstreetcrap:

For those of you concerned the Mission is becoming less diverse, here are four different mops hanging out together on Capp Street.

— 1 month ago with 18 notes
First Quake

From ages 12 - 14 I lived with a near-constant irrational fear of earthquakes. (It all began when my 8th grade science teacher brought a geologist to one of those “end of the school year so we’re giving the fuck up” type assemblies. She showed us a huge topographical map of our city on which she pointed out a fault line running DIRECTLY UNDER OUR MIDDLE SCHOOL.) I would have these secret panic attacks where I’d imagine the floor of whatever room I was in opening up and swallowing me whole.

People said I was crazy for wanting to move to an area so prone to earthquakes due to their own irrational fears, but seriously, they had NO idea.

At 3:20am on Sunday I was jostled awake, and it took me a moment to realize it wasn’t a dream, the entire apartment was rocking back and forth. Once I did I sat up in bed, let the reality sink in and my eyes adjust. Forrest then sat up and said “whoa.” We sat in silence for another couple seconds before I remarked “this is long!”

The squeaking of joists and clinking of glasses gave the moment an otherworldly melody. I was not expecting an earthquake to sound so much like wind chimes.

Then everything stopped moving just as suddenly as the shaking had begun. I hopped out of bed, checked that everything was still securely fastened to our walls, and stuck my head out the window to see all was quiet outside: swaying Muni lines had already settled, cars were driving along (what’s THAT experience like?) and the city skyline was unscathed.

I hopped back in bed, took the opportunity to level up in Kim Kardashian: Hollywood, then deposited my cellphone onto the nightstand and drifted back to sleep.

So, there it is- the story of my first big earthquake. I’m actually surprised, given my history, by how much I enjoyed the experience.

— 1 month ago with 8 notes

One of my favorite bars in the world, mainly due to its darkness and wobliness.

— 1 month ago with 3 notes
extrapizzatoppings:

SATURDAY!

Come through, drink lots of beer, and help keep BFF.fm on the up and up.

extrapizzatoppings:

SATURDAY!

Come through, drink lots of beer, and help keep BFF.fm on the up and up.

(via bffdotfm)

— 2 months ago with 7 notes