The future is now

I've been watching the CA Academy of Science LEED remodel for the past six months, it's on my running path through the park. Check out an article on it's amazing new green roof here.

Covered in a blanket of fog

I never really believe that it's going to clear out by afternoon. Everytime it happens it amazes me. I wonder if I'll ever get used to it. Just like I've gotten used the earth quaking beneath my feet.

The Thing not to be missed.

The Thing. I missed the Thing while it was here, dammit. Don't you miss it too.
Or this either. I heart Ms. Miranda J.

Echos of Ornette

Ornette Coleman Quintet at the Masonic Center, absolutely mind blowing, mesmerizing, a psychedelic soup. Free jazz defined. My ears are still burning with the sounds of the drums (played by Coleman's son), the acoustic bass, and the genius behind it all, Mr. Ornette Coleman. Blue plaid suit, black leather hat. He slowly took the stage with the unparalleled grace of a 77 year old jazz man, to a standing ovation. Sax, trumpet, violin all played by the master himself. 1hour 30min straight sent the crowd roaring to its feet. After three encores and three overwhelming standing ovations, I turned to leave as I saw the drummer wiping tears away.

Diseased & Diminished chords

It's been a busy week of SF Jazz Festival volunteering & gardening class. Learning all about plant diseases & bugs from the queen of community gardening in SF, Pam Pierce. My first volunteer show at the SF Jazz Festival, was Kronos Quartet. They're so totally wild--everything from cacophonous screeching strings accompanied by beats, a beautiful cover of a Television song, to traditional Korean and Indian music, an experimental piece with sound artist Walter Kitundu that featured 5 record players going at once and a phonoharp, And the grand finale, a piece composed by the Glen Kotche, also known as the drummer for Wilco...there were some beautiful moments. Tonight: Ornette Coleman--he's composing new music for every new show he plays. Holy shit, I can't wait.

Healing turned to hurt

Went to Dr. B, my chiropractor today--thought I was on the mend, but I started having crazy back pain by the time I reached the MUNI. The worst of it, it hurts when I laugh.

At least I got to roam around Berkeley/Oakland and grab some delicious bread from La Farine bakery!

I love Book Zoo. The most bizarre book store--you'll find stuff you'd never look for and never find what you're looking for. Pure Berkeley.

Found rad mailboxes too.

Time to take notice...

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Lake Mead--half full. Unbelievable.

Sunshine after the rain

Get lost (or find yourself) on Free Soil. Intersection of all things art, activism, life, craft, & resource list of everything otherwise.

The Shape of Things

Spending my Wed & Thursday nights at transportation meetings for work. It's not as boring as it sounds--gets me thinking about how the way you get around in the world shapes the way you see the world, what you see of the world.

Here's some of what I see everyday...



PS
See Broken English. It will renew your faith in Parker Posey.

Open Art Studios @ Fort Mason

Todd Friedlander--I want this photo.

Love these little linotypes by Janet Jones--sea vistas by memory printed on watercolored old navigation maps.

Worth the trek to Fort Mason: Vegetarian take out window from Greens restaurant. Best eaten on a bench with a view of sailboats on the Bay.