smart as paris, sober as lindsay and classy as britney
Happy Mother’s Day! on Flickr.
Tilly and her mom on the right. Me and my mom on the left.
Love you MOM!
Happy Mammas Day!
One sunny Saturday, me and my boyfriend were skating through Golden Gate Park, (him on his skateboard, me on my rollerskates) and passed by John Cardiel and Julian Stranger riding their bikes in the opposite direction. The interaction only lasted less than a minute, but it was rad:
Jake: “CARDS! JULIAN! HEY!”
Cardiel: “HEY MAN!”
Me: *big smile*
(they pass)
Jake: (turns back) “RIGHT ON!”
Cardiel (pointing at me): “BOOTY???”
Jake: “YEA!!!”
Cardiel: “YEEEAAAAAA!!!!”
What everyone says about Cardiel is totally true, its hard not to be stoked when you see that big grin. I bet he would be awesome to go camping with.
We noticed that the bike wasn’t running as healthy as it should, and after emptying the fuel tank, replacing the spark plug and removing the air filter didn’t do the trick, it was time to take apart and clean out the carburator.
The Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival
On the first weekend of October, during the heart of San Francisco’s indian summer, 800,000 people flood Golden Gate Park for 3 days of music, food, beers, blunts and sunshine.
No corporate sponsors, no inflated ticket charges, no crazy parking fees. Local food vendors from around the city set up little carts, and since alcoholic beverages cannot be sold within the park, its BYOB. (Can’t sell it, but drinking in the park is completely ok).
800,000 people. Old growth hippies, families, salesman, burning man burnouts, hipsters and retired lawyers from all over the damn place. And not a single report of violence or harassment. Never are sirens heard or cries for help. Police turn a blind eye as you spark a doobie, and no one even cuts in line for the bathrooms.
And the cost for this 3 day long event?
FREE
All thanks to the late Warren Hellman, local venture capitalist, who footed the bill for the entire festival each year (sound equipment, security, park rental, everything) simply because he wanted to listen to music in the park all weekend.
I love San Francisco
MODEST REVIEWS: OFWGKTA - “Rella” (Wolf Haley, 2012)
Nobody else is making music videos like this.
While it’s a damn shame that’s the case, we should all thank Tyler for doing this, and for bringing back the 90’s-style oddity of Busta Rhymes and Missy Elliot videos, all with his own original spin. This video is downright pretty, fucking hilarious, and skillfully executed. The application of slowed movement with on-speed mouth sync is one of the least used tricks in the book. The wigs are simple genius. No one has had the audacity to try it since Blink 182, and OF pulls it off wonderfully.
I want to bring special attention to the cutaways of three dudes in a car wiling the fuck out (pictured above.) I fucking love this shot. I imagine a shot like this to every heavy hip hop song I hear, and here someone finally comes along with the visceral understanding of what a heavy song feels like necessary to do so.
Thank you, Tyler. Thank you for making my dreams come true.
10 out of 10
Each morning, my creepy indian stalker (who I assume found my phone number via Facebook) sends me morning voicemails. Google voice does its best to translate.
That song just came on the radio and I have to say, I love hearing Britney Spears sing my lyrics, every single day. It never gets old,” she said. “I get so excited. It’s better than any drug when you hear Britney Spears sing a song your wrote.
Jake’s directorial movie debut.
Stockton Street Skate: The unrated extended directors cut