Home Sweet Home

I am lying in my moms bed in Huntington Beach. I don't feel like my head has shrapnel in it. It is very calm here.

What I just wrote to a friend:

"Today,​ it is windy​.​ I have yet to look outsi​de but I can see the light​ chang​e becau​se of the trees​ swayi​ng and I can hear the howls​.​ I have yet to decid​e what I want to eat but I know my selec​tions​:​ Fiest​a Grill​,​ Jan'​s Healt​h Bar or the cafe on Orang​e Street...​ and they are all near my house​.​ I'm going​ to bring​ the magaz​ines that don'​t get deliv​ered to my apart​ment in San Francisco and read throu​gh them to catch​ up on photo​graph​s and artic​les I assum​e.​ You know me, I eat up photo​s.​

I'm tryin​g to recon​nect with those​ that groun​d me. You know,​ all those​ peopl​e you love and care about​.​ I have a menta​l list of peopl​e in Orang​e Count​y and a prett​y vague​ but easy to figur​e out list of peopl​e in Los Angel​es to visit​."

San Francisco was never a home to me but always regarded as a temporary stay. A place to transition from one thing or being to the next. I have yet to receive what I want from that city so therefore, I am still a resident there. But that will change within the next year.

I guess these are my New Year's resolutions, or just shit I've had on a list that I've been meaning to get to for a while that turned into a New Year's resolution on accident:

Get a job
Save money
Develop my photography
Cycle and compete

I believe LA will be my next stay, and I believe I will want to move on to a bigger place once it feels smaller. I feel like a hermit crab. "I can't get no satisfaction."

Complaints against San Francisco:

-EVERYONE does coke. I try my best to be open but my body and mind cringe when around it, always.
-The lack of industry: fashion photography, stylists, make-up artists, clothing companies, magazines and music. And what little of the industry is there, it is small-time, mediocre or less.
-The lack of pretty women. They are endangered and soon to be extinct in San Francisco.
-The surplus of hipsters, trashy and pudgy women.
-Fixed gear bicycles.
-The repetitiveness of the city: same people, same clothing, same interests.
-The few close friends I have in San Francisco. It's funny that all of them are not from San Francisco. Instead, they are from Chile, Orange County and Bolivia. That says a lot.
-The cost of living. I pay $950 a month plus utilities for a studio that scares my guests.

Reasons why I love San Francisco:

-The architecture is one to appreciate. The Victorian houses, the downtown buildings and the towers of the Financial District are all delights. It feels a little like New York.
-Public transportation is amazing. I left my car in Huntington Beach and I haven't driven it since last January. BART and MUNI take care of you.
-Air quality is bomb.
-Cycling. I am referring to cycling outside of the city which most of the kids on fixed gears never do. It is absolutely beautiful. The hills, the green countryside, the wild turkeys, the ran over deer in the bike lanes and the empty country roads. You can't ask for more. Also, San Francisco offers a plethora of races, teams and bike shops.
-FOOOOOOOOOOD is bomb. The best Mexican food I have ever had. The bakeries, Vietnamese food, Thai, Chinese, Italian... the pizza!! I can go on and on.
-The progressiveness of the city. All employers must provide health insurance to their employees. I don't even know where to start on the countless examples one can provide. But San Francisco is a place for ideas to happen, for change to happen. It is the city that is the testing waters for a new idea which the rest of country can adopt. It serves as a model for transportation, health care and countless other things. The openness to religion and sex this city has is commendable. Muslims, Jews, Christians, Buddhist and everything else except Scientology is welcome.
-I like the weather dearly. The things you can wear and the seasons you can feel make it charming and merrymaking.

I just don't see a future in San Francisco, but I will miss it dearly. There are so many reasons to appreciate this city.

Matthew McConaughey Will Always Be Dazed & Confused

Read his MySpace blog on his travels.


My favorite excerpt from Wikipedia:

"On October 24, 1999, McConaughey was arrested at his home in Austin, Texas on charges of possession of marijuana and resisting arrest. The police were responding to a 2:30 a.m. noise disturbance call. According to police reports, McConaughey was dancing around naked and playing bongo drums with a friend, actor Cole Hauser, a co-actor in Dazed and Confused (1993).[11][12] The drug charges were dropped, but McConaughey pled guilty for violating the city's noise ordinance and paid a USD $50 fine."


The famous scene from Dazed and Confused:



Matt Damon's Matthew McConaughey impersonation:

RESURRECT THE DEAD

Last night I was attacked by a Grey Goose. Today, I am left with a clutching headache that has not let go of my skull go for over twelve hours.




Somewhere between Fresno and Yosemite August 2006

Yosemite August 2006

Shibuya Crossing Tokyo January 2007

Sushi Bar in Tokyo January 2007

Berlin Subway August 2005

Legs

The Sounds August 2006

House Fire 2005

Chicago December 2006

New Orleans January 2006

Shasta Snow Trip February 2007

Shasta Snow Trip February 2007

Shasta Snow Trip February 2007

Burger King Body Spray for Men

This is not a joke. It is offered for a limited time online and through select Ricky's Halloween locations on the East Coast for $3.99.

From the website (www.firemeetsdesire.com): "The WHOPPER sandwich is America's Favorite burger. FLAME by BK captures the essence of that love and gives it to you. Behold the scent of seduction, with a hint of flame-broiled meat."

The website comes at you with seductive music and a man saying to you "MMM... Flame" and "C'mon baby, give it a spray" in a voice that resembles Barry White.

I want to buy this for the sole purpose of staking my revenge against Abercrombie & Fitch. I get nauseous everytime I walk by one of their damn stores because of their perfume / cologne spraying antics. Next time you pass by one of their stores, you might be smelling the glorious scent of a WHOPPER frame-broiled sandwich.

First Time Was A Charm

I believe this was the first night I met my good friend Kara Jones and one of the first times someone had photographed her in a non-casual manner. This was sometime in the spring of two thousand and seven and it was one of those rare cold nights in Huntington Beach. I wore my black Adidas high school track shorts and a white t-shirt I had purchased in Prague in August of 2005. The t-shirt had childish graphics with a childish phrase on it and a saftey pin on the side to fix the way it didn't fit my body, despite it being a child's t-shirt. I don't recall if it was Jimmy or myself whose athleticism opened the gate to the pool. #087149 just flashed in my mind but that is the code for a friend's gated community, a different gated community.

Anyway, she is a sweetheart, a true child at heart and a dishonorable member of the Department of Motor Vehicles. She is currently in Milan modeling and away from being behind the wheel of a car.

The Ones That Never Made It

Summertime stragglers that never made it on my blog until now.



Downtown Los Angeles


Stockton St. in Chinatown, San Francisco


This one kind of made it as you can see above.


Gathering for the Dyke March in Dolores Park, San Francisco.
06-28-2008.

The Overdue

I'm sick, again. I get sick on the weekends and only on the weekends now. I look at my current state of illness as inevitable because of my overwhelming desire to ride my bike in the rain. Either way I was going to be sick on Monday if I did or did not ride my bike in the rain on Sunday. It is a fetish, this rain thing. I get an unfathomable amount of pleasure from being in the rain. My mother had once yelled at me for not wanting to get in the car when she had tried to save me during my walk home from school in the rain. It simply makes me feel alive.

These are mainly from Halloween weekend and are, well, however long it's been since Halloween, that is how due they are.


My funky and fresh friends: Bjork, Joe the Guido, Tara & Jessica



I haven't used this caption in a while: SO HOT RIGHT NOW.


Why are Asians soo gurribbo(guh-ree-bo a.k.a. gullible)? "Yes, the woman with the swan around her neck and the man in the wife beater are models."







Cory and his dog lived with me for a while. When I first moved to San Francisco, I lived with him and his dog for a while. He lived just a few blocks away in the 8th grade and he lives just a few blocks away from me now. He's probably the person that is most upset with hipsters. Why? Because he's been wearing flannel, Ray-Ban's, Vans & deck shoes his entire life. It's okay Cory, to me you won't blend in with the thousands.

IRAQI JOURNALIST THROWS SHOES AT BUSH

Dude has got some good reflexes.

PARTY ALL THE TIME

BPM & 55DSL @ South Coast Plaza | Costa Mesa
Thursday, December 11th
6PM-9PM
21+
OPEN VODKA BAR

RSVP: WWW.BPMMAGAZINE.NET/55DSL

AFTER PARTY @ DANCE RIGHT
336 S Hill St.



SCION HOUSE PARTY-
FAKE BLOOD
TOMMIE SUNSHINE
SCOTTIE B (UNRULY)
ROYAL RUMBLE

Wednesday, December 17th
10PM-2AM
21+

RSVP: www.scion.com/houseparty

Vanguard, 6021 Hollywood Blvd.
Los Angeles, CA

Early arrival is suggested as space is limited. Entry is NOT guaranteed.

Yet another round of advertising for events I will not be going to...

Paolo Roversi is Nutritonal

Beautiful photographs achieved without the use of a complex story, just simplicity and execution.

Magazine: Vogue Italy October 1998
Model: Audrey Marnay
Photographer: Paolo Roversi

You can see more of his work here: Paolo Roversi

Photographs taken from foto_decadent.

Untitled #415, 432, 446 & 447

"Prop 8 - The Musical" starring Jack Black, John C. Reilly, and many more...

See more Jack Black videos at Funny or Die

Cast (in order of appearance):

California Gays and The People That Love Them Jordan Ballard, Margaret Cho, Barrett Foa, J.B. Ghuman, John Hill, Andy Richter, Maya Rudolph, Rashad Naylor, Nicole Parker Proposition 8'ers and The People That Follow Them Prop 8 Leader- John C. Reilly Prop 8 Leader's #1 Wife- Allison Janney Prop 8 Leader's #2 Wife- Kathy Najimy Riffing Prop 8'er-Jenifer Lewis A Preacher- Craig Robinson Scary Catholic School Girls From Hell-Rashida Jones, Lake Bell, Sarah Chalke The Frightened Villagers Katharine "Kooks" Leonard, Seth Morris, Denise "Esi!" Piane, Lucian Piane, Richard Read, Seth Redford, Quinton Strack, Tate Taylor, Brunson Green Jesus Christ Jack Black A Very Smart Fellow Neil Patrick Harris Piano Player Marc "Marc" Shaiman

It's Fun to Compare

Man: God ordered me to ram vehicle

SAN ANTONIO - A man who rammed his truck into a woman's vehicle on a highway early Friday told authorities he crashed into her while going more than 100 mph because God told him "she needed to be taken off the road."

Reading that article in today's Weird News section of MSN.com could only remind me of:

George W. Bush: God told me to invade Iraq

I HATE LAS VEGAS

Yup, always have. I dislike gambling whenever it involves more than betting on "if that bad driver was a female". I don't know how to play poker. The city honestly creeps me out. Having friends around does help out a bit.

Here is some video I found on my external from February of 2007 for MAGIC:

Night of The Living Alley #1

The sound of a man outside my window which resembled a crackhead making love to a dinosaur allowed me to discover the audio recording function in my cell phone. I crawled on top of my sink to prop open the window above it and stuck my head out the window. I was expecting a hooker which resembled a dinosaur. Instead, it was just a lone man standing with his face against the wall making noise for a couple minutes.

Here is the brief minute I recorded:


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(You need to turn up the volume a bit)

Thank you Jimmy for providing the fitting title (crackhead making love to a dinosaur).