Installed a flip-flop hub on the bike, new wheelset, new front brake lever, set to fixed gear (not pictured: toe clips and strap). Very enthralling. My thighs are bulging out of my pants. No lie. And riding a fixie is only going to worsen matters. Hulk Hogan even.
Before/After:
After Kate and I had engagement photoshoot #2, courtesy of Jonathan Encarnacion (yep. We had another one 2 weeks before), I shot for my brother’s prom.
Location: Crissy Field/Presidio, San Francisco.
Prom location: Exploratorium, San Francisco
Linkage:
Flickr/Jeffrox7
Neighbor’s shower’s been running since 7. It’s 8:30. Yeah. This shit’s routine. I need to complain. We split the water bill. I ain’t gonna lie. Kate and I don’t shower everyday. But these people shower long enough for the whole block. Seriously… turn the water off. I need to find the water heater and turn the hot water off. Yeah. That’ll teach ‘em. I’ll only turn it on when Kate and I need to shower.
Whoa. So, I just posted two sets of Lomographs in the Lomographs section. Pretty dated stuff. But with my new Olympus XA (thank you Rob, Vince, Carole, Chris and Kate), steady income and my comfort zone of the city, I will be sure to keep snapping away at those spur-of-the-moment things.
So it’s not like our neighbors upstairs have ridiculously loud sex (or any sex at that), party hard (or party at all), or perform animal sacrifices that Kate and I know of but they still know how to ante up the irritation factor.
Every morning and every night, the shower runs for at least an hour. I swear, they better have a pet whale and invite me upstairs to pet it because I love orcas. The dude who lives up stairs is a mad stomper, stomping loud enough to wake me up from a deep slumber. And just when I thought only washing 5 pairs of socks is ridiculously wasteful, somehow the neighbor knows how to take it up a notch and wash nothing but a single towel and leave it stinky and wet in the washer.
If it doesn’t cool down, I hope the chick who takes hour long showers develops eczema. I hope the dude develops shin splints. The other chick, she’s quiet and French. She’s cool.
Get a clue, knuckleheads.
Sadly, it’s pretty common for me to witness bums and crackheads pissing in corners, puking on themselves and once in a while I catch them defecating It’s gross. These are public places. We walk, sit, eat and talk in these places. We wait in lines in places that smell like asscrack and piss because bums and crackheads taint them with their essences.
But today… today was different. The guy I saw peeing was peeing in a gutter. Sure, his penis was exposed in broad daylight, 8:30 in the morning, on Market Street and Second, near a bunch of suited up businesspeople. But I admit, this guy had more class than anybody else of his kind. His pee is flowing with the rest civilized people’s waste as opposed to drying up a stench in some store front or corridor.
Part of last weekend was dedicated to spending time in Sac to speak and hang out with Kaye, Rich and our godkid, Jack. Some visuals I’d like to share.
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The Godkid, Jack, mean-muggin the camera. Kaye left me with the kid and we just had a blast under the Sacramento sun. Cute ass little kid. I keep remembering how he would pop up out of nowhere when his mom was feeding him and how he popped up from outta nowhere after he woke up from a nap. The expression on his face, very much like the one below, is awesome. He’s boss.
I took a half day on Friday to drive and hang out with familiar faces in Sac. On Saturday when I came back to the studio to drop off my stuff, Kate and I were welcomed with, well, 11×14″ framed images of me, taken off my myspace. These are pics of me in my aloha getup from my cousin’s aloha-themed 30th birthday. Sexy, I know.
On Sunday, while Kate was at her makeup appointment, I decided to bike from the Fillmore to the Marina and back up and do some shopping on Union Street. I killed that hill. But it killed me first. That 45-degree slope ain’t a joke.
The real engagement photo session in this coming Saturday. But I gotta have a photo of the future Misses’ new do, next to a sweaty, sun-beaten Jeff. This is us waiting at our bus stop, a preview of our engagement shoot.
There hasn’t been much of an update from me and all I have to say for myself is I have felt pretty low, even murderous, quite frequently in the last three weeks. But I know much of that is stress and exhaustion speaking. In between exhaustion, during my spurts of energy, I’ve been enjoying a lot of time by trying to recoup, going out with Kate, hanging out with co-workers and doing a lot of biking.
Even bigger news, I was invited back to school last Friday to speak to students about my experience in the world world and talk about portfolios. Rob, my partner in crime, and I were both invited to share our experience in the profession and offer insight about portfolios. It was just a year ago when our professors sent us to Dallas to be amongst other students in a national student design conference. Now we’re professionals.
Well, we had lots to speak about and people were engaged. A few people were kind enough to express how inspired they are by our work and work ethic. That itself is enough to keep me going. When I’m low on fuel, feeling like I’ve been running a marathon at a full sprint, putting in long hours, it’s the little gestures like the aforementioned that keep me moving, aiming to teach others, learn from others and to inspire them. Yes. It sounds cheesy but it’s true. God knows I didn’t go into design for the money.
Here’s an image of Rob and me, reunited, doing our design thing.
