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The Past 6 Months

Jeffrey — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 02:04:52 +0000

Traveling.

Stress.

Whiskey.

Wine.

But I’m counting all the blessing 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.

Cubicle Swag

Jeffrey — Wed, 28 Dec 2011 16:46:26 +0000

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.

Reason 2,023,421 Kate is Awesome

Jeffrey — Tue, 08 Nov 2011 17:49:25 +0000

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.

A Post on Pants

Jeffrey — Mon, 26 Sep 2011 19:35:03 +0000

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.

Indian Summer Mixtape

Jeffrey — Wed, 21 Sep 2011 23:31:12 +0000

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

Stole This Post from the Mrs. “Quality”

Jeffrey — Mon, 16 May 2011 16:32:22 +0000

I suck at praying. I don’t know what to say. It sounds like a conversation I’m having at a cafe. But when I do pray it’s calming—infrequent, but calming. My brother and Kate pray more often than me. When my brother prays, you’ll always hear me politely toss in a few of my own self-serving prayers. “A Laker win!” “Good health!” “Nobody loses their wallets!”

So don’t judge me for stealing my wife’s post. She says things I betterer than me.

————–

Quality, by Kate

I’ve always joked that I can count my friends with two hands. I don’t mean it literally, but the ones that do their best? Yes, two hands.

The friends who end up spending their vacation time and hard-earned money to travel to Hawaii because you’re getting married. The friends who offer to drop you off to the airport even when you tell them you need to leave at 7:30 in the morning. The friends that round up $200 for a birthday gift—sunglasses you love but could not rationalize buying for yourself. The friends you fight with after a meal at a restaurant—because their card ended up being taken by the server and you wanted to pay. The friends that want to connect with you so much that you’ll plan dates three weeks ahead of time—just so something is on the calendar.

I genuinely and wholeheartedly appreciate it.

I fucking LOVE the people the fit on two hands. The End.

Stabbed or Cut a Thousand Times?

Jeffrey — Tue, 05 Apr 2011 00:26:56 +0000

I heard a phrase the other day that best describes the last several months—I think stemming back from November.

Death by a thousand cuts.

Yup. That pretty much sums it up. The workload has been a non-stop rager. I know. I know. Without process, you can get lost in all the small things but this is me I’m talking about. I’m pretty damn process-oriented, for as spacey as I get.

The bottom line is, I’m tired. The end.

Eye Balls

Jeffrey — Sun, 03 Apr 2011 05:20:54 +0000

For as long as I had eyeballs, I had a squeamish eye thing. I called the cops on my dad when he was forcing eye drops into my eyes when I had an eye infection at 5 years old. I can never use eyedrops. I couldn’t watch the Mrs. or the kid brother put on their contacts. But today, yes, today… I am wearing contacts.

The girl at the eye place spent an hour with me, teaching me to put those suckers in. In an hour, I could only take them off. I got home. Forgot about the frustration. And with the powers of ADHD, 5 minutes later I gave it another shot. I successfully laid a pair of contacts into my eyes… Not once, but twice!!! (I thought I flipped the left and right so I had to take ‘em off to see of I did).

Why the sudden urge to engage in an act so vile and so unnatural to me? The Giants. I have 8 fitted caps and now that it’s baseball season, my caps will be in heavy rotation. I admit, I was being a little pansy during the 1.5 months I wore a fitted during the Postseason last year. Caps and glasses hurt a dude’s ear after 12 hours of hood-reppin’ To wear a cap without that pressure is awesome.

And when I snowboard, I can see clearly behind my goggles.

Oh vanity. Oh Giants. But hey… I got over my damn fear.

Sun and the City

Jeffrey — Fri, 01 Apr 2011 06:26:20 +0000

The sun is up in SF. The “heat” hovers between 65-70. What does that mean for us? Booty shorts and tank tops. On these days, spotting tourists is easier than ever. They’re still bundled up. That’s all.

First Contact

Jeffrey — Thu, 31 Mar 2011 05:00:04 +0000

Can I just take the first contact of a buzz from two fingers of whiskey and prolong it permanently? That first ten minutes is like the golden hour before the sun sets. Illuminating. I think clearer. For that 30 minutes of a buzz, my mind’s pace decreases from a sprint to a warm-up lap. Food tastes better. Jokes are funnier. Good company is great. And for that 30 minutes I have perspective. For 30 minutes I can breathe. Anything more or less, I’m drunk or my mind is playing catchup.

**based on 3 years of casual study.

Non-smoking Smoking Breaks

Jeffrey — Wed, 30 Mar 2011 16:45:51 +0000

When I’m stressing out, I eat candy. Sour candy. Sour straws. Sour Mambas. Sour Spaghetti. And Starbursts. Well the Starbursts aren’t sour, but still. Cavities beat smoking. And Kate beats me if I drink everyday. Not really. But really.

I Don’ts Fux With Maths

Jeffrey — Wed, 30 Mar 2011 03:45:33 +0000

Kate Reyes-Tanhueco
I have 3/4 of half a sammich to let u eat
whatever that figure is
5:55 PM

Jeffrey Tanhueco
2/5?
5:57 PM

Kate Reyes-Tanhueco
hmmm… not quite i think
5:57 PM

Jeffrey Tanhueco
5/7
6/9!
i dunno my head hurts…
5:59 PM

Kate Reyes-Tanhueco
AHAH
3/8. OMG. I HAD TO DRAW A DIAGRAM
6:00 PM

Jeffrey Tanhueco
o cool i was close!
6:00 PM

Kate Reyes-Tanhueco
not really
but its ok
ur handsome

Our Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy

Jeffrey — Sat, 05 Mar 2011 07:38:17 +0000

I was sitting on the couch, playing NBA2K11. Kate got home from work. So we chilled on the couch a bit. We kissed and exchanged hugs. Then Kate pretends to fall onto the couch, waiting for me to catch her.

Kate:
Oh no! I’m falling. Hug me like I’m dying.

Jeff:
I got you! My turn!
Hold me like we just got back from the doctor’s and they told us I have cancer and two more weeks to live!

Kate:
*begins to tear up*

Jeff:
Oh shit! Sorry! I won’t die. I can’t die. I’m immortal. I forgot to tell you! Yeah! It was in an email!

Kate:
Stupid! Take it back.

…

We proceeded to eat dinner and have a jolly old time. Yeah… that’s our love. Amidst the cheesiness, you gotta keep it raw and full of hawrt *daps*pound*

King of Limbs

Jeffrey — Tue, 22 Feb 2011 17:26:40 +0000

Radiohead’s King of Limbs. Percussion. Engineered lo-fi. Scratchy guitar. Thom’s howling. Awesome. Nothing mind-blowing, but it’s definitely a solid album I can throw it in the mix of other like-sounding albums. I highly approve. It actually has me listening to past albums. Man it’s been a while since I had a good Radiohead listening session.

Rozay!

Jeffrey — Fri, 18 Feb 2011 23:46:45 +0000

Kate Reyes-Tanhueco
man i love rick ross
reminds me of myself
3:29 PM

Jeffrey Tanhueco
hahahah
a big softy inside
3:29 PM

Kate Reyes-Tanhueco
soft on the inside. hella hawrd outside

Yep. That’s my wife. Rozay!

Hit-and-Run Fool

Jeffrey — Tue, 01 Feb 2011 17:49:04 +0000

I wrote a long list of things I wish would happen to the person who hit my kid brother’s car at 1 in the morning on Monday. It was close to being a novel that Urban Outiftters would sale in the clearance section but I opted to take out all the morbid things—you know, to keep up with my nice guy appeal. Ha. So here’s that very short list of things I hope happen to the person responsible for hitting my kid brother’s car:

You ALWAYS pick the line with the longest wait at the grocery store.
Your DVD rentals always arrive scratched.
You discover you bought expired milk when it’s already too late.
You ALWAYS overclip your toenails.
Flies keep following you.
Your toilet doesn’t flush and not even the best plumbers in the world can fix it because you’re a poop and your poop is really big and it permanently damages your plumbing.
You wear a wool sweater the day you meet a person who breathes fire AND he has a bad cough that day.

So yeah… You’re basically screwed.

Highs and Lows

Jeffrey — Thu, 27 Jan 2011 19:23:04 +0000

Doctors told me I have low thiamine, low vitamin D and high blood pressure.My doctors also told me to cut down on alcohol. So I did. 2 months later, my doctors told me no alcohol whatsoever…

So here are some things I want to do to occupy my time since I cannot drink—socially, leisurely, or simply for the taste of good whiskey and wine. Note: I love whiskey. I love wine.

Get a pet snake.
Sign up for a marathon. Don’t train. Just run it.
Fight a bear.
Start my own religion.
Stalk a ventriloquist.
Build a life-size Mario Bros 1, World 2, diorama.
Invent a disease and cure it.
Rob a robber.
File bankruptcy.
Fight all members in a fight club in one night.
Paint my living room with a Q-Tip.
Count sand.
Get a tattoo for each day I’m dry for the next few months.

=w=

Jeffrey — Tue, 30 Nov 2010 01:55:49 +0000

Rewind 16 years. I was introduced to Weezer—you know, that nerdy rock band in that Happy Days music video? Rewind 13 years ago when Blue Album and Pinkerton ruled my music rotation—when Weezer songs dominated a majority of my garage band’s setlist.

I haven’t bumped Weezer in a long while but the moment I hear Rivers begin picking his guitar to the Blue Album’s opening track, “My Name is Jonas,” every teenage emotion—excitement, anxiety, melancholy, romance—will punch me square in the face. And I’ll stand there smiling like a loon—punch-drunk.

And tonight’s Blue Album performance at the Nob Hill Masonic Center is only the warmup to tomorrow night’s Pinkerton. I have goosebumps thinking about hearing Pinkerton live—the album I thought Rivers swore he would never play live—an album that is easily one of my top 5 albums.

Blue Album. Pinkerton. Really the only two seven Weezer albums that matter to me—really the only two albums that aren’t obvious candidates for some after-school special playlist… and those chords, those words and the memories… I’m stoked.

Notable songs:
Say It Ain’t So (Blue Album)
Only in Dreams (Blue Album)
Across the Sea (Pinkerton)
The Good Life (Pinkerton)

Year of the Throwb@ack #throwback #oldschool

Jeffrey — Mon, 29 Nov 2010 20:41:11 +0000

Year of the Throwb@ack #throwback #oldschool

Mobile food trucks and food carts killed it this year. I mean… all sorts of food at affordable prices. It’s nothing new though… There has always been food carts scattered across town and most of us have our food cart cult-following. For me, the best way to end a drunken bar crawl in the Mission is to stumble along Valencia looking for that bacon dog cart.

Then you have your fixed food carts and trucks… cobwebs flat tires and all. Well… almost. But I imagine posting up in one spot isn’t a good way to expose yourself across town. Enter Twitter. Twitter was a joke to me. I Tweet because it’s an industry best practice and it’s another channel to just type in words… Build uo a following… Tweet something random… sprinkle in a few good Tweets… bam. Ha. follow me (@jeffroxseven). Twitter’s biggest value is cyberstalking your favorite food cart. #commonsense, right?

So where’s that sisig taco truck? Where’s that’s adobo cart? That curry cart? Where’s that damn bacon dog cart? Follow them on Twitter to keep stay up-to-date. Yes… I encourage food cart/truck cyberstalking. What an age to live in. Combining the old school concept of food carts/trucks and Twitter.

Speaking of old school… I remember teasing myself about ten to fifteen years ago being a compact disc collector. I never really jumped on the vinyl bandwagon—and plus they sorta take a lot of space and space is something hard to come by in San Francisco. But compact discs… CDs… those plastic hi-quality audio discs… those are something I can swear by. And really, Kate and I only listen to CDs in the car—in its purer form, as an album, from track 1 until the end.

From My Desk to Yours

Jeffrey — Mon, 22 Nov 2010 19:33:47 +0000