jeffrey + upstairsloft

Today won’t exist for another 4 years. Cool!

Somehow it took two weeks to recover from being sick. I am just now getting the post-sickness symptoms. The chills, aches, sinus congestion and fatigue finally wore off. With all that time battling the sick, working, and spending nearly two weeks of my nights recovering, February flew.

And my body has finally recharged its batteries. Somehow I am up right now, preparing/sending design files to a friend/colleague from school, blogging, drinking tea, and catching up on my RSS feeds, and I’ve been up since 5 after falling asleep at 2. Yes, that leaves me with three hours of sleep but I feel well-rested. Sleeping a full eight this weekend helped a lot.

I know my mind has gotten its rest when I freely think of work, when it’s not such an obligation for me. Since 5 this morning, I spent much of my time not only trying to fall back asleep, but evaluating my current situation in SF, at work and as a designer. It wasn’t until 6:45 that I decided, “Yeah. Falling back asleep isn’t going to happen.”

Poor Kate though. Unlike when we were in design school, I used to playfully bug Kate in her sleep. She loved/hated it. But that’s stopped (for the most part). I am seriously considering sleeping in the living room. I’m moving too much again and Kate is getting restless sleep because of it. Sleeping in the living room is no biggie, considering it’s my futon from my bedroom in the Sac house. Kate and I love our living situation and we didn’t have a tough time at all transitioning from two people living in a 2-story house with a loft and three bedrooms to living in a tiny, one-bedroom dwelling. But I miss the space we had from time-to-time.

Yeah. I feel rested.

It looks like I updated the tackboard, photographs, and the main page. Quite the productive evening.

I got sick of how I can’t update my photographs as flexibly as I wanted to. So with whatever knowledge I have about the web, I used every ounce of resources to deliver this cool, new, easy-to-update site for my photographs.

upstairsloft > photographs

Omitted my last two posts. But I ‘d like to say how the future Misses makes me want to log all the nice things I’ve done. I recall heading over to the corner-store several times to buy Kate’s simple favorite, mint It’s-Its. Kate understands I had a lot racing through my mind during the past two weeks. Honestly, it just wouldn’t be any more of a genuine day if I made love to Kate in a sea of rose pedals. I promise a real date when the dust settles, when happiness doesn’t feel like constipation.

Living in San Fran is great. We spent the sunny weekend (finally!) walking, shopping, hanging out. We spent our Saturday afternoon in The Mission, amongst apathetically, trendy folk (some refer to them as hipsters). Perosnally, I don’t understand how you can sit anywhere near Bi-Rite Creamery and Tartine Bakery and not crack even a hint of a smile. Bi-Rite’s gelato and Tartine’s baked greatness are far too awesome to eat and have a cool, stern look on your face.

I’m a geek so I’ll smile and yell at the top of my lungs how fucking awesome those sweets were. If you’re in the Mission, don’t mind the lines and go to Tartine. Go to Bi-rite. You will love it.

Being thugged out is being inefficient, like wearing clothes four times larger than they need to be. It’s inefficient for laundry. Oh, and being thugged out means walking inefficiently. you have to walk with a limp. Being hip is being apathetic and too cool. You know how I know you’re not a hipster? You listen to Feist. Feist is so 2006.

This past weekend, my bestestest friends came up to SF to chill. During one of our late nights, we decided to watch The Bridge, a documentary of suicides that take place at the Golden Gate Bridge.

Coincidentally, some time in August, my strap broke and my Olympus XA rangefinder plummeted and hit the ground hard while giving Jun’s woman a tour on the bridge (she now lives in NY). Since then, I developed at least one roll of film after “fixing it.” Yesterday I took out my XA to snap some photos while the weather was awesome. It just wasn’t working. There was a loose piece inside.

In spite of a broken Olympus XA, I took out my old friend, the Lomo LC-A. I miss my Olympus. I am going to start keeping an eye out to secure another one. Unlike the Olympus XA2, which sells for $25 to $30 on eBay, the XA sells for $75 to $100+. I love my Olympus XA. It performs way better than my Lomo.

While Kate was looking over my shoulder, I directed my browser to eBay and typed in Leica M6. I clicked the first one I saw. Clicked BUY IT NOW. And I heard Kate gasp for air. Oh the silliness. But yes. I would love a Leica M6. Hmm. Grooms gift maybe?

For the past two days, I worked at least 12 to 13 hours a day. It’s not so bad when I compare it to the glory days at school. During school, a few of us were working 18 to 20 hours a day for at least 4 days. Now, I’m getting paid, I can expense food and a cab and I can still squeeze in 6 to 8 hours of sleep. This is the first crunch time I worked since moving to San Fran and it’s awesome not having to worry about a commute. I worked a 13 hour day today and had more time to spend with Kate versus when I worked 9 hours and had to commute. I’m just putting things into perspective.

Plus, being a work demon helped me numb a few things going on with some personal things. But all seems well with my Lolo.

Again, somehow,the dude upstairs manages to spill the liquid laundry detergent on the dryer while leaving a nasty, slippery mess on the ground. Thanks for trying to keep the bottom of my shoes smelling pretty but I’d rather not worry about slipping and cracking my skull on the account of rain and spilled laundry detergent. Get some sense, dude. Seriously. It’s not cute.

Now I gotta go out there with my Windex and some Bounty select-a-size sheets to clean up some other fool’s mess. What a waste of Select-a-Size. That’s some good shit. Expensive though.

As of today, I have passed my introductory period with Loomis Group and I have benefits. Sweet. I am insured. I can break bone with no worries. It’s such a relief to be insured again. It’s been three years. Damn.