jeffrey + upstairsloft

$hit I Invented

Jeffrey — Tue, 15 May 2012 18:54:05 +0000

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.

May(k)e It Nasty Mixtape

Jeffrey — Wed, 02 May 2012 17:31:30 +0000

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

First Shots Fired

Jeffrey — Sat, 03 Mar 2012 20:11:19 +0000

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

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

Zeiss Ikon

Jeffrey — Wed, 29 Feb 2012 06:25:45 +0000

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.

The Past 6 Months

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

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.

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

London, Paris and Tennessee.

Jeffrey — Tue, 28 Jun 2011 01:02:59 +0000

Jetset June. Not to sound like a brat, but I’m sick of flying. Nope. Not a fear of flying. I just hate sitting still for so long and climbing over my seat-neighbors to get to the restroom.

But when I wasn’t straddling strangers, I was drinking tea with my pinky out and eating foie gras with the Mrs. in London and Paris. We spent a week in Europe and hot damn I’m in love with Paris. London is cool. But godddamnnnn I love Paris. It has a similar charm to San Francisco, and y’all know I love this city. Paris is like San Francisco marinated in about a couple of hundred years of history sauce.

Now Tennessee… Manchester to be exact (45 minutes south of Nashville). I hit up Bonnaroo to photo-document some of the stuff we were doing out there. This time without the Mrs. But I distracted myself with hitting up as many shows as I humanly can (sidenote: the 6 days I spent in Tennessee is the longest I’ve been away from the Mrs. since my 2-week trip to the Philippines in December 2001). And I probably slept a total of 20 hours in that week. All good.

J. Cole
Grace Potter and the Nocturnals
Opeth
Decemberists
Arcade Fire
Lil Wayne
Mumford and Sons
Black Keys
Eminem
String Cheese Incident (shut up… that was tight and I was dancing from 2:30–5am with a horde of drunk and high people)
Robert Plant
Explosions in the Sky
DJ Neil Armstrong’s set
A quick minute at Mannie Fresh’s set (waste of time…)

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!