jeffrey + upstairsloft

I’m pretty much a low-key genius. I don’t share it with just anybody. But there are times when I should have so I can patent my ideas. Sisig tacos. I invented that idea. Mogos. Yeah. That too. My Pops makes killer Korean BBQ ribs and I always suggested taco’ing those. I even invented the idea of bacon cupcakes.

With that said, I need to make a few more of my ideas public so you know where the original idea came from. You know the saying… It’s official once it’s blogged.

• Bacon onion rings
• Pizza roll pizza
• Sushi flavored gum
• Sushi burrito aka Samoan sushi (Sushirito is not the same!)
• Bacon ice cream

Recognize my genius. Tanhueco out.

My last official, unofficial mixtape was Indian Summer and friends and random friends of friends had nothing but nice things to say. But that was during the Indian Summer. It was too hot to display affection… Now it’s May. I was born in May. And to be borned, Nasty was made. Now that I’m all growed up, I can make it nasty too. But I’ll need a soundtrack. Enjoy the mixtape and enjoy your loved one.

Make It Nasty Album Artwork

Here’s a few from my first roll off my little sidekick.

Zeiss Ikon ZM
Voigtlander 28mm F2 Ultron
Fujicolor Pro 400H

After about 14 years of film and snapping away with my Nikon FE(s), I’ve been fortunate enough to cop the rangefinder I’ve been eyeing for a while. Intro my Zeiss Ikon. One body. Two lenses. A 28mm and 50mm. The camera that will last me like a Rolex. The camera that will document the life of my family and children until I die. I’ve been that committed to the idea of this camera. Crazy… And now I have it. Digital is becoming even more obsolete for me. Funny how backasswards that is. But I will argue that digital can never capture the nuances that film can, like loyal vinyl record collectors argue versus MP3s. I’m done.

Traveling.

Stress.

Whiskey.

Wine.

But I’m counting all the blessings in between. I can never lose sight of that. As crazy and stressful things get… there’s no point in lamenting on, well, how crazy and stressful shit is. Just keep moving along and the rewards will find its way towards you.

What’s cubicle swag without Giants-reppin? brown-sippin (and scattered design goodness)? So here’s a post dedicated to my grind station, where I hold it down as StubHub’s Super Senior Awesomeness. HYFR.

She helps me sleep—even when she’s asleep.

I’m a high maintenance sleeper. Not in the way where I’m sensitive to sound or need eye covers and a white noise machine. But sleep, a simple human necessity, is something hard to come by. It’s years of disruptive sleep, more-so then insomnia (that was during the design school days).

If Kate falls asleep before me, I, for whatever reason, won’t fall asleep until hours later. I’m just up—restless—probably counting the wood grain on the beams of our ceiling. So she reads or forces me to hit the sack so she can help me fall asleep before she does. I’m out by 12 or 12:30.

Every night, I wake up 2–4 times between when I fell asleep and when I need to wake up. Guaranteed. Whether it’s a weeknight or a drunken stupor of a weekend or if I fall asleep at 2, I’ll still wake up around 3. It’s dumb. But it has been going on for years.

I’ve tried different things. Drink herbal tea. Eat ice cream. Have a nightcap. Don’t have a nightcap… the list goes on. And still, I keep waking up in the early hours of the day and I’ll reposition myself, toss… turn… and Kate notices. She then rubs her hands through my hair to help calm me to sleep. And it works! Later in the morning, I thank her, and she doesn’t recall doing it.

So… reason  2,023,421 Kate is Awesome.

I got some dope ass sweatpants from H&M the other day and I can’t wait to wear them on the plane. I’ve said it before, I’m a petit ass dude. I’m lean. I can’t just walk into Mervyn’s and pick out any ol’ pair of High Sierra sweat pants. They have to fit right on me and with my Vans. I can finally be a bit more comfortable on the plane. Noise-cancelling headphones. A handful of Jameson bottles. Comfy socks. And some sweatpants I can wear out in public. I geek on the little shit that matters.

That is all.

I’ve been in and out this B but rest assured, I’ve been living it up. But I won’t lie… the entry I wanted to write about two months ago would have had a different tone. Things are awesome and I’m feeling inspired these days. I put together a mixtape to to play in the background during the last wave of SF heat as we approach Fall (my favorite season). Enjoy my first official, unofficial mixtape.

Indian Summer Album Artwork