Half-Assed Homemaker

In an article about C5, I was compared to Fez from That 70's show. I was mostly indifferent to it when I read the first draft. At least now I am also compared to someone of artistic talent and rather handsome, transgender tendencies aside.

For the past 18 months I have been working on a collaborative art project as part of C5. We've squiggled along paths in various parts of the world, commemorating our presence with GPS receivers. This data is the basis of the C5 Landscape Initiative. After many hours of analysis and inspiration we are completing the process of celebrating the data with a gallery exhibit. The pieces will be on display from May 24 through June 24 2005. The opening reception is May 24 from 5 to 8 pm.

San Francisco Camerawork
1246 Folsom St
San Francisco
Z10 E551877.9 N4180963.2

Gallery Website

C5

UPDATE: The ongoing link collection was moved here

She: I thought the house was built in the 40's.
Me: Nope, 1918. (proudly) It's a kit house.
She: (listening)
Me: The kits came with the paster the wood, nails, paint, shingles...
She: Did you get a hammer?
Me: I don't think so.
She: (mad face) They always get you somewhere!

I gave some serious thought to slug abatement logistics. The plan is to put out a bowl of beer, the slugs are attracted to it and drown. The problem is I don't want to use the good stuff that I've got. I figure cans of domestic can be purchased individually at a nearby bodega. But the wasted time and fuel if I drive, the energy that would be used to ring up the purchase and the cold lost by the opening their fridge and the special trip make this a time and resource intensive endeavor, especially since the beer in my fridge cost a dollar a bottle at Trader Joe's, and I go there anyway.

The part that will still kill me is pouring out that malty frothy amber goodness for the purposes of evil rather than pure beer fulfillment. But it's all in the name of strawberries.

She: But they might not like that beer.
Me: If they are any kind of slugs they will!

Someone was over my house one night but I was stuck at work. I was with my boss close to 9 o'clock when my office phone rings.

She: The Tamale Lady is here do you want anything?
Me: Yes two Jalapeño and Cheese please.
She: Okay, Bye.

"A lady selling Tamales was at my door." I said to my boss, "I live in a magical place."

The alarm wasn't set but Sesame was.

A friend of mine, Fuzzy Brian, that I don't see so often asked me that today. What seems to be a no-brainer for me could be a reasonable question if you can overlook my exuberance for this city. It's not quite a diamond in the rough, more like Copper Ore. There is a deep beauty within that you have to seek. Having said that, if my place of employment/creation were to be in Prague, New York City or greater Southeast Asia, I'd certainly dislodge myself. Until then, Fuzzy, the answer is "yes."

Okay here's an idea.

Line up some plates on a table, cover the whole table with plates if possible. Spread out some spinach and salad greens on the plates. Provide whatever other vegetables are abound on an adjacent table. Next to that table is the grill. Once the salad is nicely heaped, approach the grill. Nicely marinaded and sizzling before you is fish, tofu, portabella mushroom, and perhaps some other grilled vegetables and meats in small salad appropriate pieces. Some hard cooked eggs, in the shell in warm water to keep them warm would be nice to peel and add to the salads.

The big finish is, of course, my favorite part. The last part of the Queue presents rows of shot glasses each containing a serving of oil, vinegar and seasoning and some large empty bowls. Pour on a dressing shooter, cover the plate with a bowl and toss until coated.

I slept passed my alarm and Sesame meowed just once 12 minutes later, 12 minutes! That's perfect!