Clean sheets. Good sleep. Touching my sweetie. Fun sex. Kissing. Good cheese. Watching cocktails being made well. Delicious food, prepared with care. Having a beautiful, useful, uncluttered home. Writing, when it's going well. Learning new interesting facts. Having a good answer. Seeing others getting more focused and relaxed. Green, living things. Craftsmanship. Carefulness. Stillness. Naps. Avocado. Seascapes (in person). Optional-ness. Flexibility. Making or perceiving interconnectedness. My friends or others being clever. Being clever. Kindness. Good design. Love. Floating in warm water. Sitting and reading with my sweetie or friends. Watching semi-random motions (waves, light, birds, swimmers, boats). Northern California hills in spring. Traveling light. Nerd humor.
step 1: reduce visual clutter
Gotta get the bedroom nice so I wake up to a non-stressful environment.
clutter reduction continued
Someday we'll get a coat rack instead of piling our hoodies on the library stair/chair, but it works for now.
step 2: stage things for next activities
step 3: optimize for relaxed housemate
windowseat primed with New York Times, Wired & New Yorker for Joe to recline with when he gets back from day 2 (of 3) of his class for work
step 4: get clean
I even shaved my legs, a hassle I confess to frequently putting off…
step 5: good dinner & scratch some things off the general shopping list
Step 6 not photographed: Sleep as long as I want, which turned out to be over 10 hours.
Plus a couple tiny Miette cookies.
Need a little chest freezer?
5.3 cubic feet. Nice for those who make soups or like to minimize their shopping trips to Trader Joe's.
$90 and you pick it up at my place in the Castro, SF. It's not heavy.
Still under 5 more years warranty against compressor failure. Have manual, warranty & receipt.
Inside view of freezer with 7oz mac & cheese boxes for scale
Selling the catsuit. *sigh*
From the 2003 work Xmas party. Of course someone gave me two copies.
Nice folks at Nirvana on Castro St
When I first moved into this apartment I got a nice welcome from Brent-Dawg at Nirvana.
Another cool receipt doodle from Brent-Dawg at Nirvana
I'd forgotten how damn cool our cards were at SoftDevices
And that my old title was "Mission Commander".
Ah, the good ol' startup days…
Cool Halcyon sketch on the front of the awards book from 3 years ago
Why yes, I am one of those stinking liberals
(The joint membership is with my grandfather, who died at the end of 2001 but inspires me still)
gone now, but I always liked the business card for Friendly Spirits
Can't knock that phone number either.
Mysterious to-do list from my former housemate, Chris P.
disappointing 16th St restaurant
walked by there for years, finally tried it this past year, underwhelmed
old shopping list found among other papers
vintage probably ~2004-2005
Christmas Revels, 2004, 18th Century Scotland theme
Dance-Along Nutcracker, 2004
Good advice when you want to focus
Working/playing hard today
Amazing how much you can done when you just sit down and finally start doing it (and when you decide that a mobile phone just sent straight to Flickr is good enough photo quality instead of thinking you need to scan everything).
Good restaurant I went to a few years ago with family
Pleasure-inducing map received on first visit to the mighty Powells Books
The logo of my friend Ron Pottol's old employer Appaloosa Interactive always reminded me of the Playboy character Femlin
Juan Muñoz sculptures
from the December 2001 issue of Smithsonian. I'd really like to see these someday.
Almost filled up recycling bag #1 today
old self portrait by my friend B.J. West
Probably from 1992 since this is, I believe in the St. John St. apartment building we were living in in San Jose then.
Pictures from [a certain person] of a visit to the walrus pool at the zoo
Another friendly walrus comes to visit
VERY happy walrus!
Lest you think that masturbation is some hominid-only sort of thing…
Title portion of an article by Chris Hudak
Can't remember when this was from. First half of the 1990's I'd guess.
My favorite Heifer Project picture
copyright Heifer/photo by Darcy Kiefel
The most intense illustration of the work Doctors Without Borders does
The mailings with the bracelet and the hole card just shake you to realize how extreme the situation is. Children are starving to death. Still. Despite all our worldwide wealth, we still let children starve to death. And it's a slow, painful process for child and parent. And it's preventable.
The wonderful look of the first Lord Loves A Working Man demo album
Which is a CD, not a record, of course.
When I'm stressed (yesterday was a crappy day; it's bad enough to have someone leap to unfounded conclusions, worse when they blog it as fact) I find it very soothing to put something in order. Since my life is actually pretty great right now and things are ticking over well at work, the CDs got the attention.
There's a big stack of soundtracks/cast recordings, compilations, jazz, and classical out of frame to the left.
These CDs now represent my real iTunes collection. The stuff I've wound up not liking – rating it lower & lower and then deleting it – is listed on lala.com and in a box in the living room ready to be shipped out when someone wants it.
I like how they have pencils, notepaper, van rental information and taxi information right by the payphone.
Such a sweet & clever way to keep a small kid comfortable: a hand to hold that doesn't require reaching up. The friendly stuffed bear is attached to the wheeled luggage cart.
My mother has a concept called Track 9 (after 8-track recording) which is where that song in the back of your head is playing. Track 9 usually has a message for you.
When I came in the door after a busy day at work which culminated in something I thought would happen in two and a half weeks at earliest actually happening Friday and requiring me to send work email when I got upstairs, I was tired.
I stayed elsewhere last night (oh put your eyebrow back down) and was feeling the beginning of that "Mmmm, I’m home. I have a quiet evening ahead as soon as I finish this up." sensation.
And then the phone rang.
It was my friend Jason saying "You know there’s a D&D game tonight, right? Did you get the email?"
I did not get the email.
It was at this point that track 9 switched to:
…It’s all too much
for me to take…
I think I’m gonna miss the game; that’s what I think.