Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Happy Earth Day!
I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do. --John Muir
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Easter in the Castro
Lately posts have been few... I've been in tech, I've been swimming in a blue mess of my brain... I've been curling up in my own shell. It's not something I reccomend.
Today was Easter and San Francisco is not to be outdone for any holiday, especially holidays that allow for dress up.
I though it would be a good idea to see the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence up close and perhaps check out the"Easter bonnet" and "hunky Jesus" competitions.
This is Dolores Park in San Francisco's Castro district;

(Poem store; made me laugh because my best friend and I have a running joke about how people are always trying to sell you bad poetry in SF... I was tempted to buy him a poem today but I'm poor and there was a line)


I found that although I wore an outfit that my Grandmother would have been horrified of (tall black boots with my summer skirt and a black top and cardigan) I grossly underdressed. I would have been much better to have worn bright yellow with blue hair... alas, perhaps next year.
The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence are a tongue in cheek community service group... really think of them as the rotary club, but in neon habits and white face drag make-up. (Really, I just learned about them, their website is lots of fun if you're interested)


I left long before the "hunky Jesus" competition started... which in all honesty sounds like it's in good fun, but perhaps is still a little too disrespectful for my taste, so I'm not sure I would have actually enjoyed it as much as those around me.

I made a few rounds about the park, talked with a sister about how she made her habit (ah yes shop talk), watched a good drag/lip sync act, a girl rock band and then the polka group started... The slight searing on my un-sunscreened shoulders and my lingering anti-social mood finally got the best of me when confronted with "oom-pah oom-pah-pah" ... such is the power of polka. However a day in a sunny park with drag queens and easter bunnies is a good way to cheer up.
(Poem store; made me laugh because my best friend and I have a running joke about how people are always trying to sell you bad poetry in SF... I was tempted to buy him a poem today but I'm poor and there was a line)
I found that although I wore an outfit that my Grandmother would have been horrified of (tall black boots with my summer skirt and a black top and cardigan) I grossly underdressed. I would have been much better to have worn bright yellow with blue hair... alas, perhaps next year.
The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence are a tongue in cheek community service group... really think of them as the rotary club, but in neon habits and white face drag make-up. (Really, I just learned about them, their website is lots of fun if you're interested)
I left long before the "hunky Jesus" competition started... which in all honesty sounds like it's in good fun, but perhaps is still a little too disrespectful for my taste, so I'm not sure I would have actually enjoyed it as much as those around me.
I made a few rounds about the park, talked with a sister about how she made her habit (ah yes shop talk), watched a good drag/lip sync act, a girl rock band and then the polka group started... The slight searing on my un-sunscreened shoulders and my lingering anti-social mood finally got the best of me when confronted with "oom-pah oom-pah-pah" ... such is the power of polka. However a day in a sunny park with drag queens and easter bunnies is a good way to cheer up.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Color on the BART
Monday, April 6, 2009
Ouroboros
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Happy St. Pats
In honor of St.Patrick's Here are a few of my favorite Irish tunes (although not the best videos of them). The best thing about Irish music and Irish food is that it's not elitist. There is some that is better than others, but at the same time it's out there for everyone to interact with and to enjoy. So I thought I'd post some less refined videos rather than posting all Dubliners and Pogues...
Yes, I'm a Huge U2 fan, but this is also a really good version of the Wild Irish Rover (bootlegged);
A shout out to my Protestant Irish ancestors
--May your troubles be less And your blessing be more And nothing but happiness Come through your door--
Yes, I'm a Huge U2 fan, but this is also a really good version of the Wild Irish Rover (bootlegged);
A shout out to my Protestant Irish ancestors
(yes, my ancestors were the kill-joys of old Erin; it still counts);
Now this guy is singing one of the best pub songs ever. If you close your eyes and don't watch him it's good. If you watch him... well... it reminds me of Bono from the I will follow video, in that he clearly will grow into his style but in the mean time it's awkwardly charming;
Now this guy is singing one of the best pub songs ever. If you close your eyes and don't watch him it's good. If you watch him... well... it reminds me of Bono from the I will follow video, in that he clearly will grow into his style but in the mean time it's awkwardly charming;
--May your troubles be less And your blessing be more And nothing but happiness Come through your door--
Thursday, March 5, 2009
John the Baptist and Banquo
At the theater, I finally got around to sorting through the boxes I had previously simply labeled "Dead Things". I carefully transported sad droopy carcasses from disintegrating boxes into new sturdy ones... Once in their new homes of rest the furs filled their boxes with sad glass eyes peering out at me. I'm sorry little creatures, I'm just in charge of keeping you stored here...

The *best* part about clearing out the old box is getting to the bottom and finding this;

... two sad disembodied heads about the size of a walnut. Such is the glamor of my life in costumes.
The *best* part about clearing out the old box is getting to the bottom and finding this;
... two sad disembodied heads about the size of a walnut. Such is the glamor of my life in costumes.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
U2 2009

Update; If you've stumbled across this via search engine, my actual review of the album can be found HERE
A month ago I put my netflix on hold in order to save for the U2 album that came out today. At 12:10 this morning I had already downloaded the new album with bonus tracks and movie from Anton Corbjin...
They are the musicians of my heart, they sing the songs I hear in my head... I love them...
because of that I'll probably be putting up a few posts about the new album this week...
however for those of you who aren't quite as die hard as I am and don't need all the bells and whistles, today (possibly only today) amazon.com is offering No Line on the Horizon as an MP3 download for only $3.99! If you liked All that You Can't Leave Behind, and/or How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb, I can safely recommend the new one as well.
Here's the link to the amazon store;
U2's No Line on the Horizon
You'll need the amazon downloader, but that doesn't take up a lot of space on the computer and often the amazon downloads are cheaper than iTunes...
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Copy Cat Cola
(This is part of the new Pepsi ad campaign up all over including the public transit here in San Francisco)

Dear Pepsi Corporation,
You officially suck. It has nothing to do with your soda. Although soda pop has a large contribution to obesity and dental caries, I am talking to your advertising devision. I'm mostly offended by the way you've taken what was essentially a very successful ad campaign for Barack Obama and made it your own. If you simply look at the "hope" campaign as advertisement (which is a bit of a simplification), then you have offended me with your sheer lack of originality and the way you've decided to ride the coattails of popularity in hopes that people will like you too. It reeks of desperation. You are the sad high school freshman emulating the seniors in hopes of people forgetting that you don't care enough about yourself to figure out who You are and what You are about. Pepsi, please you can do better than this. Have a little self esteem and don't think that people are going to like you because you've changed your can and have decided to be like Barack. I expect if John McCain had won you would have "Pepsi First" posters up instead.

Really, it's too late to support Obama, just go back to selling us overly sugary soda and stop with this irritating campaign. You are not a political figure, you are not going to attempt to haul our collective ass out of this recession, you do not represent a new era, and you are not giving us "Hope" in any capacity. Perhaps you should focus on "Fizz", "refreshment" and other such verbs that Pepsi actually can provide us with.
Sincerly,
Me
Dear Pepsi Corporation,
You officially suck. It has nothing to do with your soda. Although soda pop has a large contribution to obesity and dental caries, I am talking to your advertising devision. I'm mostly offended by the way you've taken what was essentially a very successful ad campaign for Barack Obama and made it your own. If you simply look at the "hope" campaign as advertisement (which is a bit of a simplification), then you have offended me with your sheer lack of originality and the way you've decided to ride the coattails of popularity in hopes that people will like you too. It reeks of desperation. You are the sad high school freshman emulating the seniors in hopes of people forgetting that you don't care enough about yourself to figure out who You are and what You are about. Pepsi, please you can do better than this. Have a little self esteem and don't think that people are going to like you because you've changed your can and have decided to be like Barack. I expect if John McCain had won you would have "Pepsi First" posters up instead.

Really, it's too late to support Obama, just go back to selling us overly sugary soda and stop with this irritating campaign. You are not a political figure, you are not going to attempt to haul our collective ass out of this recession, you do not represent a new era, and you are not giving us "Hope" in any capacity. Perhaps you should focus on "Fizz", "refreshment" and other such verbs that Pepsi actually can provide us with.
Sincerly,
Me
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Heavenly Alchemy...
Oft did I wonder why the setting sun
Should look upon us with a blushing face:
Is't not for shame of what he hath seen done,
Whilst in our hemisphere he ran his race?
- Lyman Heath,
First Century--On the Setting Sun
The setting sun, and music at the close,
As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,
Writ in remembrance more than things long past.
- William Shakespeare,
The Tragedy of King Richard the Second
(Gaunt at II, i)
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
What Monkey Tunic?

My work day began with a flurry of finishing normal Renaissance style robes, hems and closures and whatnot... knowing that later in the day I would be trying to figure out how to make a suit for a cow...
This afternoon the client came into the shop to take away the first set of costumes and answer questions we had about the next round.
Our most pressing questions revolve around the actual dimensions of the cow. Right now we have intricate measurements of the cow's head (measurements that do little good in determining suit size) and the fact that the cow is 6' long and 87" around (at what point isn't quite clear). We hear that the legs are 37", but we don't know where that is being measured from. What the easiest and most logical solution would be is to actually drape the suit on the cow (by the way this is an armature of a cow, not a real bovine). In a faint hope we ask if it would be possible to have access to the cow.
"Well, no, the cow is actually in pieces. The head is in LA, the body is in New York and the legs are in Arizona"
We ask "When you do the Peter Pan shot, could you tell us where the legs are fitting so that we can adjust the sleeve placement?"
"Well, no the Peter Pan shot isn't until after I need to pick up the suits next week so we just won't get the chance"
With people there are usually standard proportions that clothing makers get accustomed to. Generally you can tell where legs and arms are supposed to be. Necks are usually within a given range and arms are also within a reasonable variety of possibilities. Cows however are not something we are accustomed to and therefore guess work is a lot more risky.
So with given frustrations we sit back and figure we just have to do with what we've got...
The woman looks through the costumes and says
"oh no, this monkey hat is totally the wrong color"
"oh no, this monkey hat is totally the wrong color"
"You just said it should be tan"
"Well it needs to look just like the one we rented for the man holding the monkey"
"oh. I don't think you sent us that information"
The woman digs into her folder and pulls out a print out with two teeny tiny pictures on it. One is about 1" by 3/4" of a little brown and gold tunic, below that is a smaller picture of a hat.
"the hat and monkey tunic need to look just like these"
"What Monkey Tunic?"
"oh, Didn't I tell you we need a monkey tunic? Will that be a problem?"
The shop manager told her that we could build the tunic.
"What Monkey Tunic?"
"oh, Didn't I tell you we need a monkey tunic? Will that be a problem?"
The shop manager told her that we could build the tunic.
"Do you have measurements for the monkey?"
"Sure we do, here they are."
I am handed the measurements as the client leaves the shop.
"Sure we do, here they are."
I am handed the measurements as the client leaves the shop.
After finding fabrics that looks similar to the tiny thumbnail I sit at the cutting table to look at how big to make the tunic. On the paper is the following information;
Head to Butt; 18"
around head; 8"
Friday, January 23, 2009
Poem Problems...
Hi there. Before we go on you need to watch this;
...that was a video of Taylor Mali, errant english teacher turned slam poet pointing out the most overused ways to write and recite a poem
... now watch this...
... that was the poet who read at President Obama's inaguration...
Is it just me?
...that was a video of Taylor Mali, errant english teacher turned slam poet pointing out the most overused ways to write and recite a poem
... now watch this...
... that was the poet who read at President Obama's inaguration...
Is it just me?
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