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I sure am getting lots of mileage out of my Cliff House/Ocean Beach/Seal Rocks stencils, and here is a recent permutation. It is a birthday present for EB, and also an un-subtle homage to one of my favorite works by the artist Ed Ruscha that I have admired it in the DeYoung museum many times.

Ruscha is a West Coast artist who participated in the Warhol/Lichtenstein driven pop-art movement, and later went on make a series of highly awesome word art paintings in the seventies and eighties. He is one of my favorite American artists. As a mantra, “a particular sort of heaven” perfectly encapsulates my personal West Coast experience, the highlight of which has been finding EB.

(By the way, Ruscha’s “a particular sort of heaven” is incomplete without considering this companion piece)

A Particular Kind of Heaven | Screenprint on Paper | 19×19 inches | 2013

By an extremely lucky twist of fate, this commemorative homebrew (brewed with Third Assistant Stillwachs on location in Vallejo) is being hand delivered to Matt Cain himself tomorrow.  Extreme thanks to Mike Strange.  How cool is that!

Mystery tiles,  out of order, for the time being.

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Awesome, Tamar.

Last weekend I drove up to Napa to meet my parents visiting from Philly. Parking was tight but I ended up finding a spot in the lot of an upscale shopping center. I was a little worried that my car might be ticketed because we took off for a bike ride with no intention of upscale shopping.

When we returned, I found this note on my windshield.

Not only had the upscale parking lot managers never suspected my desperate plot to park and dash, but based on the appearance of my car they assumed that the car couldn’t belong to anyone but an employee.

Instead of a ticket I just got a comically threatening note. The Camry saves the day again!

I guess this is kind of insulting, but my car has seen worse.

I guess this might be the last of the February Light, since forecasts are calling for the first SF snow in twenty years.

Cherry Blossom Corpses--they were fleeting this year

The mighty Pacific as a storm clears.

My personal favorite. I tip my hat to the person who wheatpasted this to a wall.