My week with lots of the Hyper Text Mark-Up Language.
This has been one hell of a week. Where to begin? I'm reminded of the opening of that Jurassic 5 song, "My pen drips/ As I scribble my thoughts on thin strips," except that song is about friends becoming more than friends. So actually it's not a great comparison, but try to imagine that attitude toward documentation.
Last week I worked a LOT, and that pretty much took up the week. (Except on Thursday when I went hiking at Tilden and played soccer after watching world cup, and the critical mass thing - did I already talk about that?) So this week was a sort of respite. Tuesday, I finished work and went to the SF Opera. Marriage of Figaro, it was great. Student rush tickets are magical - I'll be making more excursions, tapping more of the cultural reservoir that lies across the bay.
I saw lots of quality movies, one stands out, Kids, a movie that I've tried to watch since about senior year in high school. It's in the pantheon of indy films - one that is a pre-req for a film buff, one to be discussed, one to mull over with others. Also one to have bad dreams about.
Got the bike fixed (after a year of it sitting on my deck), got some sushi with the friends, and went to see Carson. Carson is moving. Carson is getting a house with his wife. It is in Richmond, which may or may not have a higher crime rate than Compton, but hey, it means that they can get a house. Carson is a magnificent artist. Carson used to do comic art, and Carson has a lot of comics. Why is this important? Because, after getting digital backups, carson decided he didn't need to take his comics with him on the move, and he gave them to me. And wow, there are a lot of comics there.
Oh and hey, also. The Grubaugh's let me adopt Diggory. Imagine the AIBO, only a dinosaur instead of a dog. You can sent it to "Hunt" mode. And it roars. Shit yes.
Thursday was free BART day. We went to the city and explored. Hit up all sorts of sights, bitchin sculpture at Embarcadero, art show at Union Square, juice on Nob Hill, burritos in the Mission, and a long lounge at the best cafe in the city, La Onda (a quick aside - saw a bum lighting balls of newspaper on fire, his hands were black and people were yelling, but he just kept burning). We finished up with a pitcher of homemade Sangria then headed home. Ended the night by watching An Inconvenient Truth, a movie that I ADVOCATE for all of my friends. Do I love the environment? Wow, yes, have you heard my plan for the 3/4 sleeve tat? Go see the movie, I implore you.
But all this pales in comparison to last night.
Let me just lay it out: Radiohead at the Greek Theater. What can I say, first, we got FREE tickets. Scalpers were asking $200. Ours came from Piper's hook-up. Thus, myself, Nate, Vanessa, and Ms. Piper A) got in free, and B) got amazing seats - thrones actually, the ones that line the pit. I'd argue for them being the best seats in the house. Deer Hoof opened, and I got to hear "Dog on the Sidewalk" IRL. Oh, and my boss managed to get a ticket and the group of us hung out, bought a number of rounds of over-priced beer, took advantage of the jesus flask full of tequila that made it's way inside thanks to Vanessa's clever hiding spot, and well, Radiohead in Berkeley... there might have been some other forms of substance abuse.
It was an amazing show. Two encores. One of the best show I've seen, but it's hard to give a fair review the day after. It was just so solid, like they were out to prove that everyone of their songs is a tour de force. Production value was top-notch and the crowd was into it.
We ended the night at Tuk Tuk Thai, eating veggie pumpkin curry.
Oh and did I mention, I'm marching in the SF Pride Parade tomorrow. Yeah, not because I'm gay, but for another liber cause, a suicide prevention march that's taking place later this summer. It should be an experience.
Last week I worked a LOT, and that pretty much took up the week. (Except on Thursday when I went hiking at Tilden and played soccer after watching world cup, and the critical mass thing - did I already talk about that?) So this week was a sort of respite. Tuesday, I finished work and went to the SF Opera. Marriage of Figaro, it was great. Student rush tickets are magical - I'll be making more excursions, tapping more of the cultural reservoir that lies across the bay.
I saw lots of quality movies, one stands out, Kids, a movie that I've tried to watch since about senior year in high school. It's in the pantheon of indy films - one that is a pre-req for a film buff, one to be discussed, one to mull over with others. Also one to have bad dreams about.
Got the bike fixed (after a year of it sitting on my deck), got some sushi with the friends, and went to see Carson. Carson is moving. Carson is getting a house with his wife. It is in Richmond, which may or may not have a higher crime rate than Compton, but hey, it means that they can get a house. Carson is a magnificent artist. Carson used to do comic art, and Carson has a lot of comics. Why is this important? Because, after getting digital backups, carson decided he didn't need to take his comics with him on the move, and he gave them to me. And wow, there are a lot of comics there.
Oh and hey, also. The Grubaugh's let me adopt Diggory. Imagine the AIBO, only a dinosaur instead of a dog. You can sent it to "Hunt" mode. And it roars. Shit yes.
Thursday was free BART day. We went to the city and explored. Hit up all sorts of sights, bitchin sculpture at Embarcadero, art show at Union Square, juice on Nob Hill, burritos in the Mission, and a long lounge at the best cafe in the city, La Onda (a quick aside - saw a bum lighting balls of newspaper on fire, his hands were black and people were yelling, but he just kept burning). We finished up with a pitcher of homemade Sangria then headed home. Ended the night by watching An Inconvenient Truth, a movie that I ADVOCATE for all of my friends. Do I love the environment? Wow, yes, have you heard my plan for the 3/4 sleeve tat? Go see the movie, I implore you.
But all this pales in comparison to last night.
Let me just lay it out: Radiohead at the Greek Theater. What can I say, first, we got FREE tickets. Scalpers were asking $200. Ours came from Piper's hook-up. Thus, myself, Nate, Vanessa, and Ms. Piper A) got in free, and B) got amazing seats - thrones actually, the ones that line the pit. I'd argue for them being the best seats in the house. Deer Hoof opened, and I got to hear "Dog on the Sidewalk" IRL. Oh, and my boss managed to get a ticket and the group of us hung out, bought a number of rounds of over-priced beer, took advantage of the jesus flask full of tequila that made it's way inside thanks to Vanessa's clever hiding spot, and well, Radiohead in Berkeley... there might have been some other forms of substance abuse.
It was an amazing show. Two encores. One of the best show I've seen, but it's hard to give a fair review the day after. It was just so solid, like they were out to prove that everyone of their songs is a tour de force. Production value was top-notch and the crowd was into it.
We ended the night at Tuk Tuk Thai, eating veggie pumpkin curry.
Oh and did I mention, I'm marching in the SF Pride Parade tomorrow. Yeah, not because I'm gay, but for another liber cause, a suicide prevention march that's taking place later this summer. It should be an experience.