Tuesday, February 24, 2009

A Day in Dolores Park

Today I went out to Dolores Park in the Mission with Gavin, who taught me the basics of slacklining. Definitely going to be a little sore tomorrow, but it was a really awesome time.

I was a bit of a slow learner, and it's a pretty difficult skill. It's not quite like tightrope walking, where there's a lesser chance of the line oscillating (which slackliners call "surfing") and thankfully its only a few feet above ground.
      

While it requires a lot of leg strength (considering the constant adjustments for balance) I think I'll almost be more sore because of the strange twisting and torquing to keep from falling.


But this little guy was AWESOME: 

      

Light cursing in these videos, but definitely helps you get the idea:





Given the chance, you should definitely give this a try.

Monday, February 23, 2009

An Answer to my desire for selflessness

I got the apartment cleaned up and ended up with a whole bag of stuff we didn't need. I ended up bringing it down and donating it to the Raphael House Thrift Store, which supports the Raphael House, which in turn supports the local homeless.

Feeling better.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Hysterical Laughter from Apt. 317

This actually gets funnier the more you watch it, and I can't help but get caught up in how much the anchors are laughing:


Enjoy!

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Brand advocates make me giggle

caffocker: oregon trail is coming to iphone
me: so ive heard
caffocker: which means you have NO reason
not to get one
caffocker: unless you kill enough oxen in your free time already

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

From NYT, Wednesday January 21st, 2009

Regarding Unleaven Bread Ministries, an online faith community-

"The site shares stories of faith healing and talks about the end of the world." - Dirk Johnson

O..k....I guess most faiths touch on or around these topics, but kind of a weird way to summarize it, no?

Monday, February 9, 2009

The Importance of Selflessness, and Self

I've really been wanting to support charities in some way lately. I really really wish I had the available funds to buy some PJs for a local project, and register for the 3-day walk for breast cancer in October, but Alex and I have set forth a financial plan that doesn't allow for a stray dollar (aka when I go out to coffee, I bring my own tea bag :) Some call it rude, I call it frugal). I'm looking for volunteer opportunities and already have a couple warm leads, but it seems misguided to spend time volunteering when I don't even have a steady income. Hopefully I'll find a balance; I really feel like I need to be doing something for someone other than myself, but I gotta support myself too. I'm sure I'll figure it out soon.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

A Shock

The past few days I've been concerned because one of the apartments just down from mine had newspapers piling up outside the door. After a few days I started thinking I should tell the office, but then they disappeared, so I figured it was a tenant that didn't work and didn't leave the apartment much. But then today I saw there were four papers and I walked over and, well, sniffed, to see if I smelled decay. I know, maybe that was weird of me, but nothing seemed awry. 

Tonight when going across the street to get milk and cookie dough, I found two police officers outside the apartment. What I had guessed was true. My poor neighbor had passed away, and someone else had collected the papers thinking it'd be prudent to take them off the step so as to not make the apartment look abandoned while he was (apparently) away on vacation. 

I know it doesn't make sense to feel bad about not contacting the office when I had thought to, but I still feel very sad for his passing and the fact that no one was aware of it for so long. 

I hardly knew him, and the times we met were always very...strange. The first time we spoke he asked me to cut his fingernails (he was quite old, and I imagine the task was difficult). I had never seen him before and I made some excuse and shuffled away as politely as I could. I didn't think he lived here because to be honest, he looked quite ragged and our apartment building has rent a bit steeper than it looked like he could afford, so I went down to the office to tell them, but they said he just rarely was out and about and that he was indeed my neighbor. While we saw each other often after that, the next, and last, time we spoke, was when he talked to me about my cell phone. He told me, twice, that I could use it to call Osama Bin Laden. He was clearly a bit confused and I felt bad for him, and I just replied that I indeed could.

I was happy to find he died of natural causes, but I can't help but feel sorry for him, and sorry I wasn't able to at least let his death be known sooner. But such is life.


Oh WOW

I kinda feel bad for this kid, but it is, at once, adorable and hilarious. Ramblings post-dental work.



Enjoy.