Jerk it
Slightly erotic raw chicken discodance with an Asian blonde hipster from East Williamsburg.
Polaroid at Bocce Ball
Courtesy of Sonny’s flickr.
Note: You can observe my conspicuously crooked nose. I swear I’m looking straight at the camera…
Boys Club bocce ball 2008
Since I returned to San Francisco, I haven’t been online much. Considering my parents still have DSL circa 2000, I had good incentive to get hammered and throw heavy balls around. Epic game of bocce ball…Boys Club vs. Team B.S.P.
Sleeping over at JFK airport
I left Toronto at 10 A.M. by car to Buffalo, and waited for a delayed flight to JFK airport. Because of the weather delay, I miss my connecting to San Francisco and ended up sleeping overnight at the shitty Delta terminals. It blew ass. I caught the 8:40 A.M. flight back to San Francisco and spent over 24 hours trying to get back home…just to save myself $300.
I’m not sure if it was worth it.
Tight pants manifesto
Really, tights are not pants. Please read and remember the manifesto.
Ira Glass believes in you
Ira Glass is really on the money right here with this. I kind of get the feeling I’ll be deep in my twenties before I breakthrough my own faults as a photographer…but I guess that’s what I’m about to find out sooner than later.
Toronto playlist
I feel like I should document the collection of songs that I have compulsively listened to many times over while I’ve been here. It’s mind numbingly sobering to listen to this shit while traveling alone. My iPod actually serves a purpose now…
mp3: she & him - sentimental heart
mp3: yeah yeah yeahs - cheated hearts
mp3: in the mood for love soundtrack - aquellos ojos verdes (those green eyes)
mp3: incubus - love hurts
mp3: julie doiron - the wrong guy
mp3: red hot chili peppers - porcelain
mp3: john coltrane - in a sentimental mood
Schwartz’s Deli
$5.20 CAD for a smoked meat sandwich. Take that Katz!!!! The only bust is the mandatory $1.50 side order of pickle, but it tastes better than the hit-or-miss pickles they give you in NYC. The cherry soda is crazy too. Thanks for the recommendation Herman. Hope you didn’t get any mustard on your Dior.