Hearties to my homies Krissy, Steve, Jenny, Kendall, Garth, John and Lian.

Wish my arms were longer, and gotten that photo booth to work. Bartender: “It’s broken.” ”No kidding.”

<3 my friends, hard.

Friday morning, the marina Fuzio restaurant, doors open, crew setting up tables for the lunch rush was playing Feist. Friday afternoon, as soon as I’d scrawled my signature, the same song came on in the Apple store, neatly framing the day.

I love this song.

Also: Boys Noize remix.

Had lunch yesterday with Shawn + Jenny at Out The Door. Daikon rice cakes and duck congee are pretty much the best thing ever. So much so, I made some today at home. Not quite right, yet.

After dinner, wandering in Rive Droite.

One of my favorite parties every year is almost here. Looking forward to the massive crush in Beldon Place all year.

Finally—San Francisco considering exempting cyclists from stop signs. For riders, stop signs = yield signs, stop lights = stop signs.

Completely missed when this came out! Definitely seeing it this weekend.

Edit: Awesome, as predicted. The last 30 minutes dragged a little—the first one had a better boss fight, this one using a predictable, well-worn device to vanquish the antagonist—but the scene with Red and Blue singing over cans of Tecate is almost worth the price of admission. Guillermo Del Toro’s creatures and scenes are also not uneasy on the eyes.

Trailer!

London electro artists The Black Ghosts bring this delicious slice of Paris + homage to Space Invader and Pac Man, directed by Sarah Hay, featuring Damon Albarn. Bon appetit, indeed.

The Black Ghosts will be playing in San Francisco with Holy Ghost! on July 25 in San Francisco.

(via Missing Toof)

In Paris, the window of a design firm.

I am kind of going to have their man babies.

(via College Humor + Jay)