I’m in Brazil for a couple of weeks, Visiting family. My favorite thing about Brazil is the abundant fresh fruit, stuff you never hear about in the States. Shown here: figs, passionfruit juice, and atemóia, which is a hybrid between the cherimoya and the pinha. The flavor is sweet and wonderful and hard to describe, somewhere between a pear and a pineapple, and the texture is slightly chewy and fleshy like a lychee nut. I could eat these all day.
Saw this on Valencia Street today. Get your own!
Well, how about that. Looks like someone has used one of my CC-licensed photos as part of a music video for electropunk band Hearts Revolution (warning, link leads to eye-hurting MySpace page.) The photo they used is a detail of a piece by Apex. I guess the filmmakers couldn’t find any decent graffiti-covered garage doors in their neighborhood, so they had to roll their own.
(with apologies to M. Duchamp)
Finally made it to Maker Faire! It really is one of the coolest events ever. It’s one of those things that makes me glad to live in San Francisco: so many creative freaks and geeks in one place! You got your electro-tinkerers, your robotic overlords, your bitchin’ stitchers, the works. We even got to see the Mentos and Diet Coke guys do their thing!
On the road the other day I saw something black leap up at my car. When I got out of the car, I saw no sign of it at first. It wasn’t until later that I discovered it was clinging to the underside of the chassis. By the time I pried it loose, it had coated the exhaust system with a foul-smelling symbiotic alien goo.
I didn’t get any on me, and so far I haven’t yet found myself sporting an emo haircut or black outfit, or breaking out into spontaneous dance numbers. But watch out.
The Heather Gold Show was a total blast– great host, fun guests, warm audience! Too bad Enzo scampered out before we could get him in this picture.
One thing I can tell you about giant robots: you don’t want to be under them when they start coughing and hacking. The industrial demolition ones are especially bad. They’re sold as “self-maintaining”, which just means they get totally neglected by their owners, and wander around town looking for scraps. I think this one had some type of warehouse for lunch. There were paint cans stuck in its teeth, and it looked kind of ill. I don’t think asbestos agrees with their digestion.
Sorry for the late notice… I keep forgetting that I can also use this blog to announce stuff that’s going to happen, and not just stuff that’s already happened.
To wit: a couple of my photos are in an exhibition at the Brickhouse Cafe in San Francisco’s SoMa district, right by the ballpark and the train station. The opening is tonight from 7-10pm. Swing by if you’re in the neighborhood! Details below the jump.