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Police From Baltimore

December 7, 2007

Originally posted to ydnar.vox.com in December 2007.

Season 5 of the best television show ever made is coming, with prequel shorts. <3.

Film School

December 6, 2007

Originally posted to ydnar.vox.com in December 2007.

800 Chestnut Street

December 6, 2007

Originally posted to ydnar.vox.com in December 2007.

Yesterday, my friend Ford gave me a tour of his school. Previously, I’d never ventured this far up the hill from Bimbo’s. Walking through the entrance was like visiting another country, hung on the walls of the early-1900s romanesque courtyard were paintings and sculpture, the fountain murmuring, illuminated by trees strung with white lights. Saw the Diego Rivera mural, walked into the brutalist 1960s wing overlooking the foggy, sodium-lit lower North Beach and Wharf. Students wandered around, talking, smoking, watching projections on the windows of the cafeteria. Water dripped down a concrete sluice, striking an installation of crushed water bottles.

We descended a ramp into the bowels of the building, Ford pointing out the kilns, computer labs and wood shop. It smelled of acrylic, clay and sawdust. The sight and presence of actual, tactile evidence of creativity triggered memories I’d long forgotten. So many ideas, opportunities. Ford lent me his level and an industrial vise to cold-set the track bike fork I’d drunkenly trashed a few months ago. After a half-hour of grunting, measuring, tweaking and tuning it was back to its proper state, straight and true. Later, while affixing it to the bicycle at home, the phone rang. It was Ford, and he had an idea.

Tuesday Electro

December 5, 2007

Originally posted to ydnar.vox.com in December 2007.

It’s toes are just over the cliff of cheesy, but can’t help listening to it on repeat today.


Thriller

December 5, 2007

Originally posted to ydnar.vox.com in December 2007.

Thrilla
Villains
Just a shade past 25 years, and still banging. Here’s a most excellent refactoring by Villains, who make electro designed in California. Thanks to Missing Toof for the ffffind.

QotD: My Best Gift

December 5, 2007

Originally posted to ydnar.vox.com in December 2007.

What is the best present you have ever given?
Submitted by quornflour.

Boxes, black and white, brevity, books and beats.

Lobster Ravioli + Brussels Sprouts

December 5, 2007

Originally posted to ydnar.vox.com in December 2007.

I ♥ Skids

December 4, 2007

Originally posted to ydnar.vox.com in December 2007.

On Sunday Beau and I rode up the Marin headlands to film a long skid from the top. Since we’re good at math, our calculations for how long the tire would actually last were, in fact, wrong. Physics was working against us and the skid blew early. Fortunately, we had enough footage to fit the tune and this is what we ended up with:

Got KT?

December 4, 2007

Originally posted to ydnar.vox.com in December 2007.

This one goes out to my homie Krissy:


Yesterday,

December 3, 2007

Originally posted to ydnar.vox.com in December 2007.

Yesterday began as it ended, surrounded by a crowd of revelers, some familiar, most unfamiliar. Yesterday began again as a six AM growl, a wag and a whimper ringing me back into the frame of responsibilities. Yesterday began in earnest as a chorus of hangover empathy, short americanos and plum muffins and scraps of the New York Times. Yesterday began as latent fingering of Twitters mourning the butchering of Daft Punk by someone Danger Mouse too late and Spooky not enough. Yesterday began as plans for film screenings, rock shows, brunch and selling cars. Yesterday’s blueprints were carefully followed.

Yesterday forced hard decisions. Yesterday continued, cracking doors previously sealed, exploring means of converting liability into asset. Yesterday, options yelled louder than conceptual obstacles, simultaneously old, new, frightening and brave. Yesterday was warm enough to sit outside in front of Piccino. Yesterday was about three breakfasts. Yesterday was spent in unlikely company. Yesterday, everyone’s motives were obvious.

Yesterday revisited previous yesterdays. Glorious! New! Print! Yesterday afternoon was made for Blade Runner and motorcycle rides. Yesterday was an exercise in patience for the commerce lemmings infesting Union Square and its abortive crosswalk/intersection (plan). Yesterday afternoon was made for gallery visits and missed attempts to drink craft beer and noodles. Yesterday was for long conversations on social graphs, interfaces and hacking companies. Yesterday shifted from bright and clear to gray and distinct. Yesterday was out of phase, skipping every other planned destination. Yesterday was a must-visit to the last day showing eight thousand dollar Argentine nude sculptures. Yesterday was interrupted by another crude instrument of commerce, a necessary evil to reckon with. Yesterday was triage.

Yesterday I sold my car, seeded a new savings account and started earning miles on every purchase. Yesterday spake financial freedom and personal satisfaction. Highest quality! Superior craftsmanship! Yesterday had too many cigarettes. Yesterday meant spending two hours in transit fleeing the soul crushing flatness of Stevens Creek Boulevard. Yesterday held the first hour of reading a book, uninterrupted, in weeks. Yesterday Digitalism was on repeat. Yesterday I felt sorry for the people I’ve met who will never build something great. Yesterday they were the minority.

Yesterday evening emerged from Caltrain in situ, Potrero. Yesterday my building stood recently groomed and made respectable; the neuroses of my neighbors, their planters and their prejudices notwithstanding. Yesterday there were was live painting to attend, a rock show and two bad sweater parties. Yesterday skipped every other beat. Yesterday night coiled up and sprung in Eric’s Saab towards The Rickshaw Stop, and rang out in front of the stage with Elise dancing to The Morning Benders. Yesterday’s music was worth waiting for. Yesterday night was primed with Fernet and Stella. And Stella. And Stella. Yesterday was Ford and Derek, Robin and Random, Brian and Caylie, Eric and Elise, Lane and Layla, Beau, Jon and Charm, Leslie, Elliot and Ali, Willo, Lauren and Mark. Yesterday I learned and forgot your name.

Yesterday slipped away to the notes of the Heavenly States, and we ducked out into the night to invest the first minutes of Today in the company of bad sweaters, holiday tunes, the brilliant and the sexy, in Mission victorian kitchens and hallways. Yesterday was amongst true believers in organic tobacco. Yesterday, guile and SMS rescued an orphaned credit card. Yesterday ended under smoke and wine, closing the balance upset at the start; the bad taste of yesterday’s yesterday washed away with smiles and cheers, dancing and crushing, sincere embraces; no Daft Punk except in memory, stuck in my head until Yesterday became yesterday.