Sucks to be You, Dude

17th Street and Diamond
San Francisco, CA

Clean Hands are the Devil's Workshop

SFO International Terminal
San Bruno, CA

Do You Now?

While I'm sure this sentiment is shared by many in my fair city, Condi is a rather obvious Cabinet choice.
Let's jazz it up a little, shall we?




There. Much better.

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Market Street at Fremont Street
San Francisco, CA

This Means You

Fair Anselm Plaza
behind Sunshine Bicycle Center
Fairfax, CA

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On the Hi-Fi: The Sea and Cake, Oui

Ma Vie En Tableau

Really, I don't know if there really is a better exemplar of my life than this picture. We have in this photograph, inter alia:
1. Cheap pinot (2003 Pepperwood Grove) in a Lil' Bratz tumbler. Both the tumbler and the wine are technically Mark's, although I bought the tumbler and am drinking his wine.
2. November 18, 2005 issue of Entertainment Weekly. Mark's
3. December 2005/January 2006 issue of National Geographic Adventure. Mine
4. Green stretching band (great for working rear delts). Mine
5. The Gripper! Mine
6. Various crap catalogs (Carol Wright Gifts, etc). Mine, regrettably. But when one is engaged in an escalating war of crap gifts with friends, what is one to do? Besides, where else can one find Urine Be Gone?
7. Smelly candle (probably Aveda) Mark's
8. Hand-me-down plant (named by previous owner custodian "Curly") Mine
9. Coffee table bought for $5 at yard sale Mark's. I could buy something fancier to replace it, but that would involve spending money, now wouldn't it?

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On the Hi-Fi: Crazy Penis, "Lady T"

Monsieur De December? C'est Moi.

It seems that the good folks at PacWest Athletics have nothing better to do than to designate me as Member of the Month (or "Monsieur de December"). While I am flattered by the title, I'm bummed that I wasn't able to completely eradicate a most heinous picture of me that they originally posted. From the PacWest home page, if you click on my details, you can see a very nice picture of me hauling ass down the Flume Trail above Lake Tahoe. The unfortunate head shot on the main page was taken right before the finish line at the Lake Sonoma Xterra. While at least my dubious fashion choices and pasty skin have been hidden, you can still espy* far too much scalp for my liking. Which really sucks. Because though I'm sure to be bald some day, I ain't bald yet.

I guess that'll learn me to wear a cap on the run course.

* Not to be confused with the award or former Agriculture secretary or current Mississippi state representative of the same name.

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