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June 18, 2013

He lights a fire within me.

8:39 am

Know anyone who wants to help me and Ben create a wall of Toasted Puns?  Please pass on this link ASAP.

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January 26, 2010

Delicate negotiations with the Chinese government.

1:29 am

I guess one of my  new year resolutions is to try some new San Francisco restaurants.  If I sound reluctant it is only because when it it comes to San Francisco restaurants, I am an arrogant motherfucker who believes his taste to be impeccable without even trying.

The truth is that I’ve been getting lazy.  For that reason it was a rare treat to discover two new instant favorites in one weekend.  The inspiration to crawl out of my comfort zone came in the form of the San Francisco Panorama‘s “Best of the Rest,”  twenty short profiles of low key restaurants relatively unknown outside of their neighborhoods.  As soon as I saw Cordon Bleu on this list—A Vietnamese restaurant in my old neighborhood specializing in dumping gallons of meat sauce over sticky rice—I knew what they had in mind.  This sort of thing was supposed to be the promise of yelp.com, totally undelivered as far as I’m concerned (If I had the time to waste sifting for useful information amidst an endless roll call of losers looking for a place to validate their petty grievances, then I would just prefer to be reading the Craigslist casual encounters where the pictures are a lot clearer).

So I guess my resolution is to try every new place on this list.  These first two selections did not disappoint.

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This list is also trustworthy.

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August 1, 2007

Adequate security guarantees could be provided.

10:27 pm

I can’t avoid this any longer.  It is August and I’m not quite sure what happened to July.  I hit a brick wall.  My life slowed to a halt.  Everything was suspended.  And now it’s time for that to be over.

But right now there are only two ways things can go.  And I need them to go forward.

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April 5, 2007

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March 1, 2007

Infrequent inspections, deficient safety requirements, and low hiring standards.

9:56 am

Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I teach aboard the ship. When I step aboard, the federally-mandated security officer always greets me with “how’s it goin’, teach.” It might be one of the best things about my job. As far as today goes, I foresee a lot of hermitting in my office with the door closed. My big interview in on Tuesday. I should know about the summer soon (to sail or not to sail).

For the time being, Morgan Jameson and Indy Sarah are both out of the picture. While this is obviously what was supposed to happen, many questions remain unanswered: why did i push away what i could have for what i could not? Does something good automatically become something bad? Do I posses the ability to take control of my life? At any rate, now I will need to invent new ways to feel sorry for myself. Thank God Fall Out Boy just released a new album.

For the second week in a row, Phanna and I defied all odds to win trivia night alone. I wouldn’t mention it if it weren’t the best thing tha happened all week. Not just the Pig Buck, but hanging out with Phanna–he told me that he’s finally ready to start being human again, which certainly sounds like good news.

There is absolutely nothing good about text messaging.

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February 25, 2007

WHS reunion info.

11:56 pm

How do I want you to feel about my life today?

Well, I finally started cranking out some silkscreened postcards. I am still cutting most of them out, but a limited run (of postcard no. 9, out of sequence only because they were the most plentiful) was dropped in the Mission and 24th mailbox on Friday. Prepare yourself.

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There are more on the way. I seriously underestimated the issues involved in screening 220 postcards (matching fronts and backs, successfully printing little letters, finding a good halftone but that’s vague but not too vague) but that’s what workshops are for. Joanna continued to crank out some pretty cool stuff too. I grabbed one of her test strips.

On Wednesday, Phanna and I won trivia night with an unprecedented two man team! It came down to a rare tiebreaker question: “what was the average weight, in lbs, of a knight’s armor in the middle ages?” We said forty-five. It’s fifty. Add one Pig Buck to the bank.

Work is so silly. I read about valves and programmable logic controllers and things like that, and the next day I show thirty-five college kids what I learned. Part of their training is licensing as a third engineer (on a ship) and this week Baby Bluehawk and her friend passed the exam requirement. She stopped by my office beaming to deliver the news and it was charming. So that’s a good part of my job, right?

The second Critical Mass of 2007 was much more successful than the first. This time I coralled the Bulldogger and Marella to join me, but we cut it too close and, again, I missed the beginning (do they really start at 6:30?). Luckily, we intercepted a fellow straggler who came prepared with a walkie-talkie and he led us to Fisherman’s Wharf, where somehow the mass had extended itself. After that (and besides a rare Pac Heights excursion) it was a pretty standard ride. The guy with the ridiculously loud speaker cart was there this time, which makes a big difference.

This week, after nine and a half years of post secondary education, Jill started her first job since the ol’ sandwich shop in high school. That’s the kind of irony grad school gets you. But suddenly she’s a development engineer at a fancy biotech company on the Peninsula and I am very proud of her. I still remember first meeting her in Dr. Stewart’s Physiscs class on virtually our first day at Pitt. We ended up choosing the same major (bioengineering) and working together on just about every group project, sometimes against our will. I caught up with her for a rushed Guinness (which she claims to only drink with me) on Wednesday night and asked her how it was going. “Lonely,” she said. She will be fine. Jill is always fine.

Oh Morgan Jameson, what the fuck are we doing? I wrote her a really heartfelt email a little while ago but it was utterly unsendable. So I didn’t send it, we didn’t speak for a while, and now, somehow, I am doing this thing where I write her about every little detail of my madness. And make no mistake, it is madness: we wrote 5,548 words to each other this weekend. It’s helped bring things to a conclusion but now she just thinks I am insane and self absorbed, which of course is kind of true, but I think I regret it. As it stands now, the plan is to not write each other for a month.
I went to an Oscar party at Louise’s tonight. I will say several things about Louise: (a) she throws a damn good Oscar party. Just like last year, it featured her baked potato bar, which is executed with such authority that it transcends the irony that would surely destroy any lesser baked potato bar. This brings up another good thing about Louise: (b) she’s groomed her irony into sincerity, which seems to me like your only viable option if you are going to stick with this type of disposition(At least without becoming an insufferable Mission jerkoff). Louise does karaoke and Stevie Nicks parties and sundae bars because she loves them. We also made buttons, which I realized is an awesome thing to do.

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After another Sparky’s breakfast this week, Sadie took Nowell and I to the giant camera obscura at the Cliff House. It was closed (apparently because the day wasn’t “beautiful enough”) but at least it made for a good Polaroid.

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February 14, 2007

Here is the procedure for elastics

10:14 am

How long do you think I can survive off crumbs?  I still say mid-March.

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February 12, 2007

On the periphery of another Guan painting.

1:08 am

The sudden (re)emergence in my life of the Ashby BART station in Berkeley has yielded interesting results. The area seems like ground zero for the classic back to the earth, crafts night, east bay living. Maybe that atmosphere is a result of proximity to the Berkeley Bowl (the most well-known of the Bay Area’s left-leaning groceries), the Thai Temple (where you can get a Sunday morning curry feast, mega-church picnic style), and/or the enigmatic semi-private hot springs someone set up in their backyard. Anyways, I’ve found myself with less patience than usual for San Francisco Cool culture in the last few weeks.

Like, I went to a public roller skating party on Friday night (coincidentally, at the place where I am silkscreening) and it was lots of fun, but part of me couldn’t help feeling a little disgusted at what an event it had to be. And, at the risk of sounding self-righteous, why do people wear hip clothes to make messy art? And why do the alternative weeklies seem to exist primarily for purpose of beating the city down with their perverted vision of the San Francisco dream? Why does everything seem so trifling?

So I convinced my screening instructor to let me print with him on Saturday. I should have a series of 6 new postcards by Thursday. I’ve enthusiastically got $40 worth of postage waiting in the wings.

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February 9, 2007

Completely oblivious to the presence of a metal chair.

12:28 pm

Big postcard developments are happening. Get excited. I got a backing coat on a series of two hundred forty last night at silkscreening. I also got covered in blood red acrylic. My workshop-mate, Joanna who has a sloped pointy nose and a soft touch, was working on a valentine for her boyfriend. I really liked the way they came out and convinced her to donate one to feather2pixels. Apparently, her boy friend is really into pork. Do you see why I am so excited about silkscreening?
Anyways, it’s a symbol of the first of several predicted stupid, fucked-up situations that I will be torturing myself over in 2007: one valentine, two women. It’s not a simple situation and feather2pixels has been vague about details. In the hopes that I can finally shut the fuck up about it:

Morgan Jameson is bad bad bad news. It’s hard to imagine what good can come of my dealings with her.

“you want to be close to me and i have a problem with that. i
have a problem with anyone wanting to be close to me. i know
this. this doesn’t mean there’s anything i can do about it. you
seem to think this has something to do with you but it doesn’t.
at some later point i’ll feel better about life and i’ll feel better
about myself and i’ll feel more secure and optimistic, and then
i’ll be ready to open up to someone. but that’s just not right now.”

Hmm. You would think that would be the final word, but the fucked-up begets the fucked-up and she surely needs my attention (which, given the proper circumstances, is not effected by such secondary concerns as my job, life, and happiness) as much as I crave her breath on my shoulder. I am crazy about her.

Sarah is gentle, active, and stable. It’s hard to imagine someone with more positivity to offer.

The polarity of the situation was recently pointed out to me. I have all the power with one girl and none of it with the other. But relationships are not supposed to make you feel dreadful. It’s obvious that I am a classic control freak–it got me to California–but what precisely is the noxious relationship in the acids of my brain between power and love? Who will receive the pork valentine?

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February 5, 2007

Indicate your degree of support.

10:32 am

I started a silk screening workshop last week. I don’t know where silkscreen has been all of my life, but I am glad its here now. Anyways the workshop runs for 8 weeks or so and I think I will take the opportunity to make as many postcards as possible. So this will be a temporary departure from translating my own images, but I’ve always said that what I need is more time in front of the computer, dicking around with my digital camera and Photoshop. Oh gosh, why can I not not stop thinking about Morgan Jameson?

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January 25, 2007

Wolf, I simply don’t accept the premise of your question.

9:28 am

Thursday. Trying to remember what I do on Thursday. Get up early, for one thing. Like, last semester early. And after an initial week of superhuman energy I have been sleepwalking through the rest of the month. It didn’t help that I started drinking on Monday this week.

Here are some uninteresting things about my life:

-Lost at trivia last night. Not just lost: last place! What the hell? Things better get back to normal quick.

-Burned up about a gallon of gasoline in 1988 Volvo, riding three miles across town to watch “An Inconvenient Truth” at the Independent movie night with Corinne and Rinne. Awesome awesome awesome.

-Won the lottery.

-And for now I am living up to my 2007 resolution of averaging one movie a week. I caught “Romantico” with the Valeri family on Tuesday after an all out suhsi orgy in the old neighborhood. Remember that I am tired? I embarrassingly nodded off and for a moment got to be the guy who was snoring at the movies.

-Speaking of the old neighborhood: SF changes so fast. I realized that on one block of Polk Street, 75% of the stores had been replaced from the time I moved there in 2003. Businesses that stay are the exception, not the norm.

-I finally have an idea for the fourth postcard. I am realize my dream of a three-stage print.

-My healthy relationship is going great and I think I may have won the upper hand in my unhealthy relationship. But did I fuck up my last emai?

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January 18, 2007

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January 10, 2007

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January 7, 2007

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