It's called living

So I'm trying to stay away from the internet since I'm on vacation but my partner in crime has a new laptop and too much free time. So, if you want to know what I've been up to through the eyes of someone much more aesthetic-oriented than me, please click here.


Good Gay Citizen

Living in San Francisco spoils us gay people. Sometimes we forget about how a lot of people feel about us, with the fear and hatred and all. I went down to City Hall Monday to get in on the marriage action... not to actually get married but to see other married gay people. We'll see what happens in November. These could all be empty promises.

Here's what went down: First off, it was cold and foggy with a bitter wind on Monday. I wore a hat and gloves. We got down to City Hall around 6:00 and it seemed as though most of the action had already taken place.

Our City Hall is pretty, yes? I tried to get the American flag in there. A little symbolism for you.

The freshly married people came out the front here and every time they did, the gay band would play. How can you hate our people? We brought a band! I'm honestly not sure if the sign about "Homo Sex" being a threat to national security is real or ironic. I will say that one gentleman was wearing a leather jacket that advertised how gay people would burn in hell and he had the most bad-ass flames illustrating his point. I tried, I tried, I tried to get a picture. This gentleman has a website called truthtrucks.com although as far as I could tell from the pictures on the site it's more like "Truth Truck", singular. We were calling it "The Hate Truck" or "The Crappy Toyota?". I mean, if you love America so much, buy American.

I also can't help but notice this truck features a very large picture of two men kissing. Sure, it has a slash through it but still. Also, that whole "not Adam and Steve" thing always makes me giggle. Everyone knows that it would really be "Steven" too. All Stevens are gay.

But really, is this what this guy does with his life? Does he call his friends over to say, "Aw man, wait 'till you see the Truth Truck. I've got this giant picture of two dudes kissing. Then it's got a slash through it. Man, when the American people see this, it will really make them think."?
On the walk back home, we walked by Citizen Cake and saw the first-San Francisco-married lesbian couple inside and everyone was raising their glasses in a toast and well, tears did come to my eyes. Sometimes it freaks me out that the country I live in considers me a second-class citizen not worthy of the tax breaks that straight people get. San Francisco Pride is right around the corner. It's going to be a good one this year.


Show review: Blondie's on Monday

Allow me to tell you about the good times I had at Blondie's this past Monday. First off, the opening band, Solis, was awesome. Not that I'm terribly suprised but when you're playing for free on a Monday, sometimes the acts can be a little dodgy. This was not the case, largely owing to Amber's voice. But the music was nothing to sneeze at either. What I'm saying is, go see them at the Red Vic on July 19th. I don't know why I'm pimping them. I should be pimping myself but there's plenty of pimp juice to go around.
No there isn't.

That's gross.

Pretend I didn't say that.

That reminds me:
The other day, I drank a beer before going out on an exercise walk and I kept referring to it as "exercise juice". I'm sure it wasn't annoying at all.

Anyway, back to the show. The crowd for my set was amongst the most receptive ever. I loved those guys. After one of my new songs, one of the dudes gave an emphatic, "yeah." People were air drumming. I dug it. Yes, I did. So, you know, it was good. I'm doing it again soon. You'll hear about it here.

After that Kiyoshi went on and killed it. What a performer, that guy. Belting out the good times. Good show, good show. One of my friends showed up about five minutes after I finished. She had been out with a friend who couldn't remember where she had parked and they'd had to walk around for a while before they found it.

This picture has nothing to do with anything I wrote above. It's me at the laundromat. It's just nice to have pictures.


I made this

That there is my amp. Most amp covers are held on with velcro. I discovered that the day that Rueben dropped my amp on its face and it came up without a cover (but otherwise undamaged). It gave me ideas, as some accidents do.
Blondie's is a few blocks from my house. Far enough to consider calling a cab but close enough to feel guilty about it so most times I roll this sucker there. I've tried riding it down 16th street but it doesn't work too well. If you see me rolling by...

Then I also wanted to show you the printer stand that I made in furniture class. The class is actually out for the summer but I've been finishing this project up for a few weeks now. It's a printer stand. The printer goes in there and when you need to put paper in the back, just lift that lid right up. I'm kind of a genius.
The paint I used is called Milk Paint and it's non-toxic to the point where some say you could drink it. Who the first moron was to tip that cup back? I don't know. Working with the paint took a little getting used to but the clean-up was a snap and the finish is pretty cool. It's chalky. Two coats.


Kapok. Canton, China.

Something bad happened this weekend. You see that piece of broken stuff on the desk? Yeah, that's not good. This guitar is on my list of what I would grab if there was a fire. I am confident it can get fixed after the brakes on my car are adjusted so as to stop the grinding.

This other scarring is ok. That's just surface but in order to play guitar, there must be tension. Without the crumbled plastic piece, there is no tension.