many faces

Palo Alto Baylands at low tide.

Yes, we 111 Minna-ed.

Call it what you will. Mock-Marina. Get yo' rap on. Those crazy folk all wearing sunglasses indoors. Friday night saw us out for Colette's 25th birthday and we owned our look whatever way you shake it. And shake it we did.

On our way. The birthday girl.

On our way. the beautiful Miss Rachel.

On our way. Turn-style T.

mini-pause. marketing.

Art begets art.happiness with a lemon wedge....

and gold beads.

shakin our money makers!

typs.

glaringly hawt.

painting roberto

Thursday was Rob's birthday, and we celebrated with rollers and brushes and paint of many shades. My favorite paint jeans acquired splatters of sunshine yellow on the thigh and a roller print of eggshell white on my butt from one Mr. Kellet. Good times. Good vibes, good friends, pizza, and cheap beer permeated the Sunset House. Happy Birthday Roberto. Welcome new roomies.

Tara reaching and brushing.

Esser says the top step is slick. Have care. And Rob surveys his new REALLY blue bathroom.

today, yesterday, and the other

today:
Cancer: June 21-July 22

"I tell young people that the greatest paintings in museums are made with minerals mixed in oil smeared on cloth with the hair from the back of a pig's ear," says artist James Rosenquist. I hope that thought incites you to achieve pragmatic breakthroughs in the coming weeks, Cancerian. It's time to play in the mud and risk making a mess, if necessary, in order to translate your beautiful visions into earthy realities.

Yesterday:

Brinly had her first day of school yesterday. Incredibly excited, she called me at 645 AM so that I could wish her luck. My sister has been feeling the bittersweet sting of her eldest loosing teeth and starting kindergarten.....aka getting all small person-like. But she needn't worry; the childlike exuberance is strong in that one. Brinly was so excited about school at the end of the day that she literally threw herself at my sister in her eagerness....sending them both sprawling on the sidewalk. Oh yes, that is the principal's wife and daughter woot!

and the other day:

let them eat cake and drink beer on the roof. lazy foggy SF Saturdays.

due dew

photo by stacie.

amy and mr. inky

amy ordered kites

and danced.

stacie saw a badger. it hissed.

Astragalus pycnostachyus var. pycnostachyus

Twedge InVorTex

Assistant engineer Sweet took us with her to the EBMUD company picnic held at Great America. Best ride of the day? Invortex. Best food of the day? free diet coke. Best score of the day? Dope EBMUD one shoulder packs. Best invention? The Twedge. (see additional pics on T's blog)

The girls made me sit in front on the logger's run. i got real wet. they laughed. conniver(s).

Fried Apples. We were hoping for more crispiness, less apple pie-ness, but we should have known that sweetness overkill would be the goal considering this came from the same shack as funnel cakes. PS: all four of us shared this wee sample of fried heart attack. Any walking that the general public does at GA is completely overshadowed by the amount of crap people ingest there. I'm just sayin.

Oblivious to my screams. love.

ella ella ella eh eh eh

if you know me, then you know why this is funny.

birthday girls don't need to know the words