Ma & G-Ma

My Grandma is getting pretty old now(91), but that hasn't stopped her from wanting to get out there and see some new things.  Myself, her and my mom went firing around the sculpture garden this morning.  Just like with the Guthrie a couple weeks ago, Granny had a blast.  

KARAOKE GOD!!!

This is me ruling "Papa Don't Preach" the other night with an iron fist.  An IRON FIST!

The Vegas Lounge will never be the same...

los Jizzles

justin before the Heights jamboree.

justin after the Heights jamboree.

Granny @ the Guthrie

My Grandma and I went downtown to the Guthrie yesterday.  It was her first time there, and she was amazed(who isn't).  Its a beautiful building...the kind that she hasn't yet seen in her 91 years.  I think the next time we go there, we're going to pack a lunch.

Skwirl Killa!

Justin in the backyard...taking care of business.

en fuego

First fire of the year...

HHHHAAAAAAAA!!!!

This has to be the funniest thing that I've seen in years.  Its the kind of thing that I'd consider a deal-breaker... show it to a woman, and if she doesn't like it, its dead before it even starts.

Thanks, whoever you are.

No Retreat, No Surrender

I've been having some problems with a family of squirrels that have nested above my back porch.  They are disgusting shit-rats that probably have rabies... and they're aggressive due to the young ones.  Should I trap them?  Shoosh them away?  Feed them and be friends?  

No.  Hell no.  A wise person once said that all a squirrel is is a rat with good P.R.  I wouldn't even give them that.

This is the before and after of this nasty mofo.  It will not be the last.  Notice the baby shit-rats in the "safe" little hiding spot.  They will be dead as well if they don't get the fuck out of my yard.  I'm like Anakin Skywalker in that scene where he finds out that the sandpeople have been torturing his mom for a month.  Not just the men...the women and the children as well.  Sorry mom.

Whats great about these photos...

...not a goddamn thing nor is there supposed to be.  The metrodome is one of the single most disgusting pieces of architecture ever created.  Definitely the most hideous ballpark in the league.  I'm quite sure that there wasn't a single iota of thought put into the aesthetics of the shit-pile.  If I had to say one good thing about it, it would be about the $7 jumbo-tron seats.  Still, I look forward to its demise.

Dead Bird Party.

OK, that title is not exactly accurate.  We weren't having a party with a dead bird theme...there was just one at a party yesterday.  I guess I never thought that dead birds stunk much, but then I never had no get down on one with a 35mm macro, either.

Anyway, it seemed like an appropriate photo to post being as I shot a squirrel in the face yesterday.  And a rabbit this morning.

The Strip Club

had dinner with Mike, Nikki, and Maggie two nights ago.  everything went as hoped except the after-party, which was way cooler.  the steak was as good as billed, but the atmosphere and staff exceeded expectations.  what kind of steak house plays a J Dilla album...the whole album...to a bunch of blue-hairs?  i appreciate that SO much.

Rachel

i've been coming to this bar for many years now.  rachel(the woman in the photo) has been there the entire time, and has been responsible for a number of my hangovers.  she probably knows more about my personal life than most people, but i've never regretted telling her anything.  she has been an empathetic listener, as well as a near perfect bartender, and for my part i would call her a friend.

thank you for everything, rachel.  we'll see you monday night.

Coffee at Bayside.

its hard to beat coffee and huevos rancheros when a dude is hung over.

Sausalito, CA

The bay at night, near Matto's house.

Don Yang's

Finally had bibimbop!

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and again...

and more...

more btb

Bay to Breakers

San Francisco, May '08

friends are always asking me to send them photos of the time we spend together(the perils of taking WAY more photos than them).  blogging is my new, blanket-like solution.  eat some lack of personal attention, amigos.

How else to start a blog but with a pic of myself.

don't ask, don't tell.