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On location at the Fox Theater:

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Valencia to Vermont is a top pick this week at funcheapSF.com! Fears of a third grade birthday repeat (total attendance: 0)  are being allayed.  In fact I think that for the last two weeks I have been secretly hoping that loads of people come to my possibly fun and definitely cheap opening.  Enough so, that I printed real flyers, decided to set up a little printing station and plan to give out genuine newsprint proofs from the production.   If ink blotches on post consumer waste aren’t enough to bring in the masses, I don’t know what is.

Last week, a few people held a belated surprise birthday party for To-Shi-O, who is my beloved roommate of lo these last three-and-a-half-plus years. By complete coincidence I also happen to be To-Shi-O’s beloved roommate of lo these last three-and-a-half-plus years and so I was invited. To the best of our combined ability we dressed in costume as Him, transcribed His paper crane tattoo upon our forearms, and greeted Him in the way of his own tongue, thus consummating the cult of To-Shi-O. And the good thing about belated surprise birthday parties is that they are all the more unexpected.

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On Thursday, Kristin treated me to a belated birthday dinner of my choice.  I chose to dress fancy and eat French Food.  So we went to Cafe Claude near Union Sqaure and both ordered Onion Soup, Hangar Steak, and wine.  Kristin accidentally ordered extra potatoes but then wouldn’t touch them, only saying “life is troublesome.”  I would have thought that extra potatoes would help.

Woah.  I think I blacked out there for a minute.  Anyway where the hell was I?  Oh yeah, Danny came to San Francisco.  With his girlfriend.  Then they broke up (fomented by her glimpse of how a Fischer boy might grow up?)   In the meantime we went camping at Lake Shasta where we rented a speedboat and I re-contacted a devastating bout of poison oak from 2006.  The urushiol oil from that summer was in my sleeping bag.

Then Tim came.  Tim was my longtime college roommate and together we have been everywhere from the Syracuse Carrier Dome to evicted from Melwood Street in Pittsburgh.  This time, we kept things low key and in the area.  We ate pupusas.  We hiked to the top of Muir Woods.  We screen printed.  Tim had his first and second savory crepe and his balls didn’t fall off.

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Then summer school started.  This year, summer school is a pre-college academy at U.C. Berkeley, where me and Adrienne are pulling out of our asses a class we call “Creative Geometry.”  It is supposed to be a hybrid art-math class.  Or is it a math-art class?  Either way, we now know that casting thirty two-part plaster molds with high schoolers in inadequate facilities is less fun than one might think.  Some might even call it unfun.  It’ll work out, though.  It better: we scheduled a one day show of student work at a museum in Oakland next month and so far the only confirmed attendees are Jancie and Adrienne’s mom.

Jill got married in rural Pennsylvania last weekend.  The crab cakes were outstanding.

Three unusually good things happened to me in recent weeks:
1. I got excused from summer cruise 2008.
2.  I procured a private studio space at CELLspace
3. I procured a free plane ticket to anywhere in the 48 contiguous United States.

I turned 29 last week.  To-shi-o got me a wind turbine for my bike.

Softball ended.  On the final night, we combined barbecue forces with our opponent and the game that followed was the best yet.  They set up a portable, full-sized flagpole and the national anthem was played on trombone.  Their mascot (a giant pitcher…of beer) ran the bases at the stretch.  The dugouts sang me happy birthday during my final at-bat (a clumsy, one-out single to 3rd base) and we preserved our no-win season.

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