Sass says it best:

Dreamgirls will marry you in a strapless tulle dress,
sized Mediocre.
I’ll marry you for a vowel in my last name.

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)

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?

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.

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

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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)

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

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