Friday, August 31, 2007
Thursday, August 30, 2007
I really wasn't feeling it. I really wanted to read my book in a cafe, possibly with a beer, not go to some (really really amazing park).
So I headed up market and stumbled upon the farmers market. I couldn't resist, and I'm glad I didn't! The colors on the veggies were incredible. I don't even like fruit, but everything I tried here was amazing. And it was the first time I had had fresh figs. So got some beans, tomatoes (cherry and grape), champagne grapes, garlic, figs and pineapple basil.
Then went to the library to finish this great quilting book and poured through the "Friends of the Library" sale. I headed up to Golden Gate park, and got as far as the polo fields and gave in that this was not what I wanted to do. SO I rode around a bit and went to Toronado. I had a Damnation Golden Ale by Russian River Brewery out of Santa Rosa. Dan & Jesse met me and we headed to the apt to cook up all the goods I got at the farmers market.
I also roasted the eggplant while frying up some onions and garlic. Added about a cup of halved cherry tomatoes. Added the eggplant to the onions with canned sauce, cumin and chili powder. A dash of nut. yeast too of course. Spooned over pasta. (Would have been tossed together, but we don't have large enough bowls).
Needless to say I ate/drank more than my body likes through out the day, and I couldn't sleep. I had to keep getting up to rub my belly and take meds. Looks like distance bike ride may be off for the day.
But it was worth it.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
We headed down, stopped in town at Morro Bay Cyclery to check out the Whizzer. The owner wasn't too personalble, so we quickly left and ate the biggest burritos ever. Sadly then, we had to return to the city. But I must say, I had a nice little vacation with JG.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Talking to the eccentric owner Alex, his forward plans include getting a degree in metallurgy, finishing his over 100 projects, starting a rental/teaching business for tall wheel bike. Bikes were pilled in the yard decaying, pieces thrown all over the 2 rooms inside the building. He kept saying "excuse the mess, I'm trying to pack everything up. But I totally understood his organization method, and I figured he was a bit out there and would understand my need to dig through his things. So I dug. Treasures included: the Beav, a virgin, probably not a vigrin, definitely not virginal, lunch, Tags. There were full, clean packed boxes of foam and glitter grips, but most everything was covered in a layer of dust. I found amazing chainrings next to the NOS set of "Science and Invention" books, next to a poster for a San Jose community fair under which was a sex pose poster. There were boxes of Playboys from about 65-96 and great classic B&W photos of the shop. Feet upon feet of faded pink break cable housing. The was even a guinea pig!
So I was able to pull JG away from very important things, like work (the awesome reason why he's out here and why I get to mope around in SF instead of Cbus between
job A and job B.) He doesn't really ever not work, so when he actually gets away from it, he likes to have his time structured and defined. As opposed to me who thinks that structure and definition defeat the word adventure. Plus my lack of core organizational and decision making skills make trying to plan anything stressful. And vacations shouldn't be stressful. Needless to say the 3 nights prior to trip were spent planning/bickering. So it was an AMAZING feeling to finally get out of the city away from it all.
First stop was theWinchester Mystery House in San Jose. We didn't hit any traffic and San Jose was surprisingly close to SF. And the Winchester House was surprisingly close to... EVERYTHING. We were expecting a sprawling mansion with acres of land surrounding it, looking massively over a hill. NO WAY, not like that AT ALL. You pull off the exit, and you almost miss it as there's a new shopping mall on the right side of the road, office buildings before it and theaters and condos surrounding it. Photos shown of the house usually show it before the 1906 earthquake, when it was 7 stories tall. Now, at 4 stories, it is lost in the sprawl. Expecting an exquisite, breathtaking mansion- we fell out of the rental car into a huge gaudy tourist trap. The tour had less information than PBS specials I had seen on it, but the house itself was quite impressive. Sarah Winchester believed that the ghosts of people killed by the Winchester rifle haunted her and only continuous construction would keep them at bay. She worked on her house for 38 years, spending as much money as possible. There was amazing woodwork, press wallpaper and Tiffany glass. Oh yeah, I spotted a dragon too. JG & I had questions like "How did it go from 162 to 4.5 acres?", "It's a CA registered Historical Landmark- is that the only thing saving it from being bought by Macy's?". "What year did Sarah build the surrounding theaters?", "What is the term used to describe the intricate chandelier toppers?" "Do ghosts of The Gap haunt the house?", "Why isn't the glass in our house this clear?", "Will this dragon attack us?", "Why are there machines to take your money along the outside tour?", "Is it sad that we know more about the historical context of the games in the arcade than architecture or flowers?"
Well, the 16 yr old tour guide couldn't answer our questions so we gorged on nachos with the other tourists and just enjoyed our visit. Plus the nachos were pretty damn good.
We took advantage of the surrounding terrain and had an enormous ladylock/eclair like slice of dessert goodness at Flames, quick stop at the motel then rode around downtown San Jose. Ended up being a pretty awesome vacation day.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Oven at 435 degrees. Poke holes in skin with a fork, turn occasionally until the eggplant is shriveled and leaking a bit. (about 1/2 hr). quarter, peel off skin. Should be soft enough to mash with a fork (one of mine wasn't so I added a tad of water and microwaved it for a bit)
Now the eggplant is roasted and perfectly ready for many delicious dishes.
(I fried it with carrots, peas, cumin, peanut butter and a bay leaf. Soy sauce at the end b/c it didn't taste like anything. You can do better though, we don't have a fridge stocked with condiments)
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
One of the nicest conveniences SF has to offer me is their variety of drinks in common resturants. I'm not really a food snob- picky, yes, but not really focused on high-brow quality or anything rational- but I do like a good soda. Mainly Ginger ale and Ginger beer, but occasionally a root beer or orange soda. Eateries here always have quality bottled options and some of the breweries make root beer, ginger ale and/or orange soda WHICH THEY KEEP ON TAP. Amazing.
Places like Pittsburgh and Columbus do not seem to get the idea of quality soda. Most bars/restaurants fake ginger ale by mixing Coke and Sprite from the gun behind the bar. Yeah, it's a gross, terrible idea and it's even worse when they specifically say that they have ginger ale.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
I went to Doe and hit up a few over-priced Tshirt shops and worked my way up the hill to The Haight. I get to this state where I'm hungry, but don't want to eat b/c eating usually makes me feel crappy, but then in a bat of an eye I turn into a small child on the verge of a temper tantrum if I don't get some substance soon. But then I become very picky about what I can possibly ingest. Next, I feel as if my body can't go on and I'm going to have to die right there in the gutter. Yeah, it's immature and ridiculous and really unattractive to anyone around me (mainly JG has to bare witness) and I think carrying a snack would curb this... but whatever... I was reaching that point as I got to the Haight. I walked and walked searching for the perfect restaurant and sadly, I had been there before, but also glady, cause it is damn good Ethiopian.
I enjoyed my meal, sanity levels returned, I read more of my book and prepped myself for the next task at hand...a showing of Sachiko Hanai at the Red Vic Movie House.
It was crass, ridiculous and amazing all in one. I don't think I would have enjoyed seeing it alone, but seeing it with 25 other people who were also laughing hard, outloud, helped A LOT. I can't even explain this film.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Sunday, August 19, 2007
JG and I decided to head out to Mt. Diablo. I had wanted to go out here last time I was out to see about climbing and he had done a Rivedell ride up it in the spring. So we kinda looked for a bike trail, loaded up the bikes and headed out.
Damn, I'm in way worse shape than I ever imaged any human being could be. We had to go about 4 blocks to the BART, and I was ready to pass out. So I was on the fence about taking stomach meds, as they give me a killer headache but I can keep food down, and food=energy. Glad I decided not to take it- we arrived at Walnut Creek. We first headed the wrong way, then down the wrong street, but I didn't really care- it was pretty interesting to see the community.
Then we got back on track and headed towards the park. All the campsite were full, so after a mile or two we stopped for a picnic then a hike. We biked back into Walnut Creek. I was frustrated at myself for being so out of shape and my tummy was radiating pain into my back and down my hip, and that was pretty frustrating too. JG seemed pretty frustrated at me in general and disappointed that I hadn't preplanned better, but then the magic came.
We headed toward the surburban area of Walnut Creek and they were having a movie in the park. Something we would never do a home, but it seemed so ridiculious and perfect that we couldn't pass it up. So we ate bar pizza, played pinball, grabbed beers from the gas station and headed over.
After securing a space in the grass, I became ridiculously giddy. We were on the other side of the country, sitting watching Willy Wonka. It helped that it was one of my favorite movies, but it was just the entire atmosphere. I was stressed the entire day- about money, then fitness, then my belly, then worriying that JG was totally disappointedly that I was out here, that we didn't go to the summit, that maybe we should have been taking advantage of the Mission scene instead, that we're been mopey out here, etc. and it just didn't matter then. It was perfect. By far my best night so far.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
You can easily buy into all the green movement stuff that's all the rage now, but at then end of the day it's the little things that add up the most. Bamboo threaded digs and hybrid SUV don't really make as much as a difference as everyone believes/hopes/wishes (although, yes, any little bit is good). It's accessibility and choices that make living more sustainable easier.
Like putting bike racks in bars. Brilliant. No stickers taunting "Zero emisisons" or "green lifestyle." Just there. Sure, at this specific bar it was to cater to the bike punk crowd and to bring in more bike hipsters, but a damn good idea none-the-less.
And the beer and ginger ale were damn good too!
After Japantown I wandered through Alamo Square to Dan's apartment in the Haight. Right near the medical marijuana and BBQ corner. It was great. We go back to the Pgh activist days, and now he's a school teacher- previously teaching english lit to disadvantaged african-american youth & coaching track, now onto teaching english in a predominately latin american school. He's great. We drank Red Stripes before devowering calzones. Then onto $1 PBRs and shuffle board. JG finished up his 12 hr work day and came out, which was an awesome treat too.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Yesterday, I was getting worried though when I was photographing these flowers on the hillside as I was using a lens from the 70's and some fancy macro lens that I had acquired when a friend moved. I was shooting with the aperture closed as much as possible and the shutter speed was still 1/4000 and maxing out. The shots were blown out in the screen, but Dang! they looked pretty good on the downloads. I'm pretty happy with myself.
I shot off almost a gig of pics, but I'll spare you from all of that.
Oh yeah, my harddrive died and I lost all my pics from spring last year until now. Sadness.