Kokochi

bbq

Ian then proposed to do a bbq, but since we wanted to later go to the Crucible festival, I drove back to the city (full hour to get over the freaking bridge) so I could shower up and dress up! Zoomed back, and welcomed Rachel and CC, who are part of Campalicious and were going to the Crucible too. I absolutely loved having my Campalicious friends hang out at Ian's, making a closer link with my family.

And sitting outside in a beautiful yard - with a classy swing set - for the bbq was just perfect.

As good as new

Saturday was yet again one of those days where I was running around from one activity to the next, so although I took pics, I was too busy to moblog them. I'm catching up now.

Anyway, continuing from last week, Ian and I stained all his wooden outdoor furniture. Unlike paint, wood staining is much easier to apply, so it was rather fun to paint away like a kid.

Our most proud accomplishment was the swing set that was looking grey when we started. Now it looks classy!

Got a bit sun-burned on my shoulders and we both were covered in speckles of wood stain.

You know you are well-dressed when...

Someone asks, "are you from outer space?"

Ian, the super model!

A bit of excitement today in the Kennedy corner of the office (our neighboring colleagues were out today, so it's been just Ian and me). Ian was interviewed about business blogs for the Oakland Tribune, and was photographed. I got to meta-photograph it.

Funny thing is, back in the Six Apart San Mateo days, I was interviewed by the same woman and photographed, along with Mena, by the same man! Back then, it was about moblogging. Disappointing thing was I was misquoted. Not out of context, but actual made up words that were just plain dumb. So I warned Ian that maybe this reporter will come up with some story like, "the Kennedys are taking over blogging!" or something silly like that. We'll see.

Bastille Day

At L'Amour on Lombard St. with Sean and Manisha and Todd. Such a cute cozy place. Good food, Bossa Nova, cool folk. Gotta eat at the outside patio.

Yes, I'm quoting myself

"After several glitches and adjustments (which included me going through Dav's toolbox to fish out tools), we got it on. I doubt my housemates will even notice all that commotion even happened!"

- 2005 Jul 12 10:20 PM

Wall of clouds

Here are a few pics of what I see from the balcony where I live. Proof of San Francisco's micro-climates. I see this all the time; sunny where I am, but a thick wall of fog blanketing the neighborhoods beyond. Why, I ask, don't they move where it's warmer?

This morning

Wakame indicating I shouldn't go to work (that's my laptop she is on). Sorry, sweetie. I don't like sleeping 23 hours everyday.

My housemate Sara, the hero

I was emptying the dishwasher tonight. And when I opened the cupboard, the entire door came off except for the bottom last screw. Allow me to say that the cupboard door is more than half as tall as I. It's not a tiny board that you can catch with one hand. So, I gently tilted the door so that it rested safely (sorta). I let it be, and left because I knew I shouldn't mess with it. From experience, I preferred one of our guys to fix that gigantic slab of wood. (Note: I live with 7 people. Only 2 are women. So there is a good chance a guy would be coming home soon.) I didn't know, but Sara was upstairs. Later, I heard her rummage around in the kitchen, then go back upstairs. Then I heard her trying to fix the thing!

I went to the kitchen, got out the kitchen ladder, climbed up on the kitchen counter, and held the damn thing so she could screw it back in. After several glitches and adjustments (which included me going through Dav's toolbox to fish out tools), we got it on. I doubt my housemates will even notice all that commotion even happened!

So in my world, where it's often necessary to defer to dudes to move/adjust/fix gigantic things, in a less-than-frequent incident, me and Sara fixed such a thing. That's awesome, isn't it?

So, my housemate Sara is a hero.

I got the cheese!

Last Sunday, we had a Campalicious meeting. It's our Burning Man camp. Besides the fact that the meeting got me jazzed up for my yearly pilgrimage to home, it was a potluck. Cesar brought bread and cheese; Manchego, no less, which is one of my favorites.

There was a big bunch left over. Tonight, I'm delighted to say that my entire dinner was some bread and Manchego. And a bit of red wine. I am quite happy.