The Bay Bridge

The Golden Gate bridge is our famous bridge, but the Bay Bridge is the one that most locals know more of. It lacks the mystique, it lacks the maintenance, it has far more traffic and it is crumbling as it is being re-built. The stalwart grey bridge wasn't made to be a beauty but it has a certain Teutonic charm to it. I find that on days when the fog hangs about San Francisco and the sun shines in Berkeley, there is a soft distance shown between the legs of the bridge. Utility becomes beauty when it meets nature and light.

Doo doo doo lookin' out my back door

It's another grey day in San Francisco bay

at least the rain's stopped for my coffee break


chilly and windy...

but this sure beats a lot of other versions of "Winter"

tech

Sometimes tech is insane and I'm runnning around like a mad woman... other days I simply must look like I'm paying attention because I don't really have anything to do. This is one of the latter. The actors come out in costume and move around for five minutes... a make a note or two, and then we all wait for the director to adjust blocking, lights to build cues and sound to adjust levels. It's all necessary to the process but not terribly engaging. Today I'm really glad to have my nifty little netbook that will download photos directly from my XD card. The most exciting thing happening right now is a melted light instrument... I guess the good thing is that if I were running around like a mad woman it would mean that something were terribly wrong.

Pointless retorical question of the day:

How is it I have This Many single socks!!!? (Twenty singles!)

And the winner for best porn title of a non-porn book goes to...

I know... the illustration doesn't support my non-porn claims, but I did give it a good skim in the thrift store and the plot summary doesn't sound too racy (although hard to follow)
... Published by Lancer Books...

oh my.

Bushy eyed and Bright tailed

I have to get up early tomorrow... as I was prepping for the morning I realized that this...


...is the perfect illustration of how useless I am in the morning.

I cannot make oatmeal.

If I don't do this prep, I don't eat breakfast because it's too complicated. So here it is, my preparation for the morning; 1 cup of water in a saucepan on the stove, one half cup pre-measured oatmeal with one quarter cup rasins, fruit to grab, sugar to sprinkle... the coffee pot is ready to be turned on and the coffee cup is directly next to it. At least I've learned to live with my disability.

Ok enough fun, I need to go lay out my outfit for tomorrow and try to get to sleep early (sigh)

If you're sick, this is your sign from God... and the CDC

Fashion Police

Dear sir,
We are issuing you this citation for wearing athletic shorts with suspenders. Please cease and desist from this activity. In fact any pants or shorts made with a knit fabric are not to be worn with suspenders.
Thank You, FP.

Fog

To live with fog...

...means that sometimes you come home...

... and find your whole neighborhood transformed!

Ah smut...

I got this old book for a friend of mine. The cover made me laugh...

but for some reason this disclaimer on the back made me laugh harder...

How could I resist?

How to Launch a Cat

I took a quick trip to the museum in LA this weekend...
The best thing I saw at the Getty was this book illustration;



painted circa 1500

a quick glimps of my road trip...

Took a long drive down to Escondido to Stone Brewery...


Had lunch with three dear old friends (Eric not pictured)


... dipped my toes in the cool Pacific while still bundled up...

...it's lovely to be in Southern California for Christmas