what a wonderful weekend

this sunday ellie, molly and i decided to get out to some nature. you know, real viceral dirty nature. and guess what! we found some nature right outside our front door! a dead bird someone put in our trash! the view under the lid is excruciatingly vomity.

but we really did go out to nature, packing picnic lunches and going to mt. tam.
and if you look around your environment with an eagle eye...





and guess what!! they're all friends!

BIRDS!!

but hey, it's not all fun and games in nature, you can get what they call riptide.

looks hellish, i know....

i remember when i was little and it was so great to lay in the grass and look for 4 leaf clover and feel so lucky. one summer, when it reached fever pitch between all the man neighbors and their lawns, and my dad was putting on record amounts of fertilizer on our lawn. you wouldn't believe how many four leaf clovers we found in the grass, and then five leaf clovers and up. when we repeatedly brought in 4 and 5 leaf clovers to our dad, he finally let off the fertilizer.
remember laying face first in the grass expecting to find a miracle.

in case you were wondering how ellie's sunburn was, this is sunday...

ellie and heath have the coolest shit ever in their house. i am eternally jealous.

my mom!

this is a self-portrait that my mom took when she was my age.

maybe when i'm a mom someday, my kids will appreciate all the self-indulgent photos i take of myself all the time as much as i appreciate the photos my mom unearths every so often.

rrrrandom

ted and euna become 300 more times obnoxious, euna looks like a cat when you catch it licking the butter dish and are about to squirt it with water.

BOLTON'S BACK! props to his street crew!

ellie's sunburn. bubbly, and the same color as her shirt

nips

we went to a show at the independant the other night, to see dave navarro's nipple rings!!! i have created a collage of some different views of the rings, check out the shadow.

taka was yelling that dave sucked the whole time, only one step classier than me posting these pics. here's taka and jeremy most likely talking about vintage marshall cabs. or their band.

after the show, we went to club wazima(?) and closed the bar.
molly and taka and the 23rd shots of the evening, only minutes before we crashed the car:(

night owls

this is from the photos i took for matt and justin, for their night courier service they're starting up. we went around downtown and took "action shots" for their website. who knew, but i am no match for young men who ride bikes 24 hours a day, i still feel dizzy from trying to keep up with them on their bikes.

times, they are a changin'

we have a secret attic room in our house, tactfully dubbed the "anne frank room". it's strictly storage space, not party space, and so we put all sorts of crap up there and forget about it. today i found a handle of vodka hidden behind some stuff from one of our parties a long time ago. the reason i'm rooting around up there is because i'm moving rooms! finally! after 2 1/2 years, i'm finally moving to a room with windows... you don't know how sweet that is. and i'm bringing down all my clothes i packed up when i left for my trip, and i discover bags upon bags of clothes and shoes that i forgot about. shit. and i know it's now or never, i gotta sort it all out. so bags upon bags of clothes and shoes come sailing down, and i make molly help me make the hard decisions. you know, you get all attached to some shirt you've never worn that your mom gave you because she said it made you look pretty, and every time you go through your clothes, you see it and go, "it's practically new, and mom gave it to me that one summer." and you keep it. well this time, baby, no mercy! i put all the clothes in a big bag and am going to take it to the goodwill. check out the bag.

now, you'd think that there would HAVE to be something worthwhile in that big pile of clothes, but it's all things like these sunglasses, that i bought when i was exiting my punk stage, and entering into my short-but-sweet-j-lo stage, and was blundering through the fashion world trying to figure out what to wear that don't involve a butt flap. i ordered the sunglasses from a magazine.

or, you could find this little gem, something you buy when you imagine your life as a busy little student, drinking tea and diligently doing homework on the couch in the chilly san francisco winters.

i know i know, you're asking yourself, "how could anyone want to give that piece of snuggly to the goodwill? that thing's AWESOME!" well, i was stumped by the same question when i found it at the goodwill, and now i know it's because it smells like b.o.
go back and look again at the last photo and check out my sweet new adidas to the left of the clothes bag. dear lord, what am i doing? go to bed.

erase errata!

more bottom of the hill fun! more hot babes!
ellie had some fans, with special shirts just for her.



ellie got to sign nora's shirt, lucky lady.


so did bianca!


and jenny!


now that shirt is a collector's item i bet.

molly!

my little sister molly is staying the summer here in sf with me, taka and i took her out to point lobos on monday. here's her and taka in the tunnel.

yes, i have 2 little sisters who look nothing like myself.

one-self!

at bottom of the hill last saturday, they stayed at our house and so we made them put everyone on their guest list. after the show, i found the list, and it had like 18 people on it. oops.
but they were awesome!!! the lady, her name is like mine but with a "y". word. we danced all night and are now fans. you should be too.
www.one-self.net

carnival!

i thought it was over, at least it was in panama 3 months ago... but it happened again last weekend in the mission!

celebrate! with pinto beans!


and sausages! when i took the first bite of the delicious sausage, this hipster boy (who forgot he knew me) who was passing us turned to his friend and announced, "phallic!" like he was going to win the prize for spotting the girl eating the giant wiener and making the connection to a real wiener. this is what art school is for, teaching you stuff so you don't feel so special all the time when you realize something.


this rooster had silky feathers like hair. it was soooo cute, and just hung out with this guy who was digging through the recycling. when this little kid asked the guy where the chicken came from, the guy said, "from a TINY EGG". we followed the guy and his rooster around for a bit because i was so in love with it, and all the time people would ask him what's up with the chicken. the guy would say, "he's helping me recycle! everyone should recycle!"


angie and betty as we walked home, full of sausage.

peonies

before i left ne.

sfff!

rabbit apple slices from taka!


passport to the future pictures?


what you find in the basement of a market street mall

welcome to hell

guatemala

tasha with the kids at our house in guatemala, i could never remember their names. lala and rosa?

i've started to work with my 35mm film from central america, developing and scanning and processing. i noticed that i have all these tragic photos of animals. photos that i don't really know what to do with, as they are kind of shocking and heart wrenching (for me at least). what do you do with photos of starving puppies who die the next day? what do i do with all the photos that i was forced to take because it was the only thing i could do? i don't like the spectacle of suffering, but i did take them. the photos don't even leave me with hope, only sadness.


fortunately, there were a few animals we could help out a little. my favorite was gusanita, a little kitten who would tear holes in the bread bag and ruin loaves of bread. she didn't even eat that much of it, cuz she doesn't even like bread! here's gusanita with some chicken scraps we brought her.

nebraska cola

still in nebraska. a place that most people don't get. when we were in guatemala city, we shared a taxi with a bunch of american boys and their surf boards. here's how the conversation was started, after they'd tied their boards to the roof of the car.
them- "where are you two from?"
us- "nebraska"
them- "ha! oh... is that susposed to be a joke?"
us- "no. but is it funny to you?"
them- "well..."
us- "because it's not."
them- "sorry"
us- "so where are you from?"
them- "virginia"
us- "sorry."
them- "ha! oh... you're not joking again, are you."
us- "no."

and they're feeling all uncomfortable because we made them look stupid (they may not look stupid here, but trust me, in real life it was great). so this is about how all interactions go when it comes down to people finding out i grew up in nebraska, and i don't care, i will always represent. not our football team, or the assholes who killed brandon teena, but i love nebraska. it's kind of like doing coke, when you do it you love it so much and think that this is the way the rest of your life should be because you're suddenly so awesome and everything rules. but after a two week visit you're ready to go home and figure out your life again. and where else can you find such awesome things like this stuff!!


fossils! just lying around for the taking! turn your room into a museum!


a frosting covered barbie doll!


my dad woke me up to show me these boots he found for me at a garage sale of some old girlfriend. (who he didn't recognise-oops) we went back later to look at a film projector he wanted, and i found this beautiful box set of art:


i was wearing my new boots and carrying around the kitty block puzzle when the old girlfriends' sister said, "now, what grade are you in?" this kind of shit drives tasha crazy, but i always get a kick out of it, especially since i just turned 29! (tuesday)
san francisco is the best place for one to be 29 and nearly unemployeed, because it's still acceptable to be old and living hand to mouth and not be starting on your "responsible" life yet, like all the people you know back home are doing.
but i still love nebraska, and that's what this will end on.

nicaragua