Scotchpants Wedding — The Directors Cut

September 14, 2008

The Ordinary, Day 43

September 12, 2008

Glass N of ~20. Gonzo kept sending us bottles of weird and tasty sake. And rolls. Oh my god the rolls.

(dinner at Goemon after cross-dressed cyclocross racing with Shawn, Jenny & Justin)

Fall Vélocouture

September 12, 2008
Fall Vélocouture

The Ordinary, Day 39

September 8, 2008

First and second kisses are a rare and wonderful thing.

This morning, between sleep and returning email, I enjoyed a fascinating discussion of mycology, the San Francisco burger, iPhone apps, the local politics of coffee with Cameron and Andy at Four Barrel, before a briand & quiche at Tartine, after 3 hours at Mission Cliffs with Cameron and Ryan.

Barely finished my first 5.11d, a stemming problem I fought—and lost—with last time, and to my chagrin discovered someone (thing?) had taken a shit—literally—below the arch on the main wall.

Onto the design & more-coffee phase of my day. Santogold or Black Kids?

What’s on your desk?

September 6, 2008

On my desk: Three Cups of Tea, an issue of The Economist, a subscription reminder for The Economist, a DMV renewal notice, a postcard from the California Academy of Sciences, my MacBook, a green wine bottle filled with water and a glass of ice.

Epic Shit, Minor Meme

September 6, 2008

This design, originally for Jay & Jen’s wedding, is now wearable. This morning, a Flickr search bore unexpected fruit:

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Bicycle Exhibition 2008

September 6, 2008

Bicycle Gallery 2008

Beautiful, if impractical bicycle concepts from the 2008 Bicycle design show at Designhuis in Eindhoven. My favorite is the bicycle RV that sleeps two.

(via Monoscope)

People Who Are Awesome

September 5, 2008

This is a multipart post, in N stages. Part five:


September 3, 2008

(via Heather)

The Ordinary, Day 33

September 2, 2008

I guess for a second, thinking about the annealing property of time on emotional burrs, more cognizant of both the patterns of others and my own, leveling up, having played this particular level through many times, only to be repeatedly foiled, throwing the controller down & walking away in frustration. It’s a learning experience, and not lacking its own RSI analogue or I/O burnout.

I helped a friend move, helped another friend in a shitty situation—one I’d never encountered before, in my life or in any of my friends.’ A few successful Craigslist transactions brought the volume of stuff down a notch. I met a bunch of awesome folks.

This weekend I learned more about Afrikaners and jellyfish, the Dutch and the state of virtual worlds, saw minor frustrations with someone that are simmering, threatening to mirror my own. Got excited to explain simulations in virtual worlds over high-latency, low-bandwidth connections. Saw my first NFL game but watched only the last 30 seconds. Drank tequila and Lagavulin, Nest and rooibos.

As any good weekend ends on Tuesday, it started with a hike across the city, touching every beach in the Presidio for free museum Tuesdays at Land’s End with someone who thinks that the Conservatory of Flowers is tops. I kind of agree.