8.22.2007

Hipster Chronicles


I was just reading a post over at to live without regrets that was talking about hipsters and I have to say I think their hipster description is spot on. I once had a conversation with Alex in which I had to explain to him what a hipster was, Alex having claimed that he had never heard the term before. I was slightly incredulous at first, but then I thought about Alex, and how decidedly non-hipster he is, and then I went on to describe a hipster to him. I ended up coming up with something very similar to the aforementioned blog (although mine was fueled by beer at the Terrace, not martinis at Mickey's), but with one important, in my opinion, addition: a fixed-gear bicycle. Said bicycle can be either fully functional and for all intents and purposes a 5th (or 6th) bodily appendage, in the process of being acquired (most likely from some very hip, here-to-unknown to even the pseudo-hip, bike shop in southern Brooklyn), or a "work in progress" consisting of a frame, handle brakes with the brake cables unattached, one wheel, 4 different chains, and no less than 3 crank shafts. Regardless, every hipster has some relationship to a fixed-gear bike. It is part of their ethos.

Also, I once dated a girl who got called a hipster while drinking a PBR Light. This lead to a debate about her hipster status. She eventually got so upset she started to cry. Lame.

8.21.2007

Mutant Eye Brow Found




This morning while brushing my teeth I noticed an eyebrow hair jauntily extending an extra half inch from my head than all the others. I think I've seen this guy before and pulled him out, obviously he is not to be dissuaded. This makes me think that my eyebrows are destined to attain the proportions of my dad's and are not actually the hybrid of my paternal and (non-existent) maternal brows that I have always claimed them to be. More importantly, what will my fingers look like in 10 years?

8.19.2007

Barnebey Bros. Inc., "We'll build you a barbecue or your money back."

The Barnebey brothers entered the masonry business today. Luckily no one from the Bricklayer's Union happened by, otherwise the parents would have been in hot water for employing non-union labor. And then all of their friends wouldn't like them. This is just the beginnings of the wood-fired barbecue we are constructing in our parents' side yard. The final plans call for a 3 foot high brick base, filled with sand and stone (for heat retention), a 4' x 3' stone barbecue with both rotisserie spit and grill attachments, and, at some later date, a wood-fired oven constructed under the light of a waxing moon.


We had a slightly inauspicious beginning. While Evan and I assembled the bricks, Taylor and our father measured out the area. After about 30 minutes the bricks were ready to be laid, the design team however was still struggling to mark off a rectangular area. For some reason they always ended up with a trapezoid instead. Once this was remedied there was then some debate about the the consistency of our mortar. Evan was briefly allowed to air his opinions on the subject. They were then promptly ignored. With a super-majority vote on the mortar, the bricking began. The rain stopped us at 3:00, at which point we retired to the kitchen for Yuenglings. Tomorrow the work continues.

8.17.2007

California: a Photo Essay

A brief overview of my favorite times in the CA:



This is Muir Beach. We drove there in the Taurus. Then we hiked to Pirates Cove along the Pacific Coast Trail. Leslie gave up, but the rest of us made the aaaarrrduous journey. When we got back to the beach we stopped off at The Pelican Inn for a pint and a plate (of cheese).



At our hotel in San Francisco we got upgraded to a suite, with king sized bed. This was either because of the "Mofchenroff" incident or because of how attractive I am. Here we are in bed together.



And here we are napping together.



After a dinner at Bar Crudo, where we proceeded to eat them out of oyster, we headed to Swig. There we met Leslie, Lily, and Matt. This picture is during a short pause of the dancing machines. Later than night Darcy demanded Orangina and David and I shotgunned a beer. Joanna officiated, as she is wont to do.



On Sunday morning, after Dim Sum, David and Darcy attempted to blend in with the San Francisco natives. Then David bought a jacket.



I bought a pair of waffle racers at Nike Town. I really like them.



We played Scrabble. In case there are any questions as to Darcy's play:

quid quids \ n pl. -S a portion of something to be chewed




Darcy, Joanna, and I went to some lighthouses. This is the Point Bonita one. We were told that when small children and/or goats were taken across this bridge in days of yore, they were tied down so that they would not blow away. Darcy refused to be tied down.



In this picture we find that our heights increase on a linear scale.



We rented a red mustang for the week and drove up to Santa Rosa to stay with my grandmother, a.k.a Marnee, the Nana, or L.M. This is us in the mustang. Notice Darcy, she is in the backseat.



Here is Joanna farting outside of the car.



Here I am farting by a beach.



We drove through a redwood tree. We all thought this was very American. It was.




This is us on a log, a long way from anywhere. Except for the pot houses of Southern Humboldt County. Ranger Rod took this picture for us. He was knowledgible on many subjects including otters, abalone, marijuana, seals, and backwoods tree removal.



Here we are after breakfast with Nana. She is short, but hates it. We had to surprise her into taking this picture.



We also played Scrabble by David's pool. I particularly enjoy the whole 'oh/hot/toss/toe/sob/seeds/bear' brouhaha. Very impressive scrabbling. In addition, this was one of the closest Scrabble games I have ever played.



David and Darcy had just finished their bucket of margarita, ahead of Joanna and I. They were the sleeper candidates and it was upsetting.



After the night out in San Jose, Joanna and I held hands. So did Darcy and David, which is funny because Darcy is short and David is not.



This is a seal waving to us in Point Lobos State Park, south of Monterey. How cheeky.



This is us at Point Lobos State Park. I like the candidness of this picture, which is a self-timed shot gone awry. Also, although it was a warm day, my nipples are quite prominent.



Saturday night we had dinner at the Davenport Road House. Our waitress was either an idiot, or an inexplicable hatred for us. If you ever go, ask not to be seated in the dumb blonde's section. This will hopefully help you avoid spending an hour and a half without food. After dinner we lit a fire on the beach and drank wine. Darcy and Joanna danced in the fire light. It was magical.

8.05.2007

Drinking Up Stardust


This morning David woke up and said "I feel like I was touched by a star last night." It was a good summary. The Moresome Foursome had just reunited on the Left Coast for some fun, sun, and ethanol. Darcy is a drunkard, but other than that we really like each other. Oh, and raw food gets my rocks off. And then makes me dance like a maniac. A very sexy, dancing maniac.