My last day

It is my last day of work for the San Francisco Mime Troupe. In one week I move out of my beloved house and three days later I leave this city.

How strange. I am so looking forward to the things that are coming next and yet I am heartbroken thinking about leaving.

It is a cold morning today (what happened to that heat wave?) and I feel a bit like those little fog fingers have gone all into my stomach making things feel empty and lonely.

I never have been very good at leaving places behind.

stuck in my head

Our country

You know what I love about America? It's so damned unified. We can all put aside our differences and solve important issues. We are not interested in muddying the facts, pleasing large corporations, or distracting each other with sensationalism to slow down progress.

Here here, America - you prove to the world how great we can be.

New Tricks

Oz Farm here we come!

September!

More books

Journal with double book cloth/stencil, hinged and bolted cover


Scored paper improves lay-flat quality


Snazzy paper detail


Did I mention the cool hinged and bolted binding?

Bird Book

Bird notebook roughly 7 x 9.5 with ribbon closure. (present for Shakti)


Three-ring binding


Envelope inside (mixed CD is extra)


Lovely and diverse paper selection.

heyo

the uggliest tattoo????

i think not my friend. you must mean the COOLEST tattoo!

yay!

I found guilt free panties!!!!

old toast

Look what I found!

It's a dog!




I named her Annie. She shat on my office carpet and followed us around. Annie's real name is Canela. Her owner has reclaimed her. She will always be in my heart.**

**I have edited this post because I sometimes talk really creepy when it comes to animals that I think are cute. I will try to not be so weird in the future.

Bored at work

give. me. a. fucking. break

Don't even know where to begin.

oh arnold

It'd be hard to take him seriously if he wasn't doing some serious ass shit.

Fog Town

This is my day

Nail polish

hoopla

You call this a budget?

it's like an oil truck...

Big Trouble

Boots to San Diego

complicated coronary

forget the doldrums

last laugh

Bacon smells so good

July 8th

SF Mime Troupe OPENING!

Don't forget to come to Dolores Park on July 4 to see the opening of this year's show! 1:30 music/2:00 show!

when it was still the Greatest Location in the Nation

Flying Turns

troubling

More and more I've been seeing a resemblance between myself and Sarah Palin.

Tricky Nose

Today I smelled the smell of dry leaves slightly damp. It made me so miss the Fall.

haagen

I like "Tonayense." Not only because the trucks that proudly display this word supply tasty burritos but also because the word happens to host a particularly satisfying set of letters to verbalize.

Oy...

So i went to see Watchmen on Saturday. Woops! That was a waste of time. I wish I was really riled up and enraged about the whole thing but it was too boring to get too excited about. More than that. I'm tired of being underwhelmed by holywood's complete lack of imagination and simultaneously overwhelmed by how stupid the world assumes us to be.

In short - All the visuals of the comic were there- the organization, the set up, the flashbacks, etc and virtually none (or at least a very insignificant amount) of the CONTENT of the book was there. Which on the one hand is too bad, because it's a great story with some really interesting themes. On the other hand, who the fuck cares? All that happens these days is the repackaging of original work. Why on earth would anyone expect that the remaking of a decently thought-provoking, political, challenging work be anything but sexy fluff that elicits almost no reaction from its audience apart from some "oohs and aahhs" about a cool fight scene. I say "who the fuck cares" because at my root I'm not totally interested in supporting these recycling trends. COME UP WITH YOUR OWN F-ING STORY! GO OUT AND READ A BOOK BEFORE IT GETS TURNED INTO A MOVIE! And yes, I will keep dreaming, thank you.

It's not just that it didn't match up to the comic. Like I said, why would I have expected that in the first place? No. More than that it was a bad movie. Flashy but with no substance. Sexy and completely without emotion (wowee were those female roles poorly portrayed. Nay, veritably BORING AND SUCKY). Because there was nothing beneath the surface the format of the movie was just boring and tedious. Perhaps if they had paid more attention to the actual story, they would have noticed that, despite a few eruptions of fighting and Rorschach's violent tendencies, Watchmen isn't actually an action film. So acting, unfortunately for hollywood's comic reincarnations (the recent batman excluded...apart from that stupid batman voice), matters. A lot.

I guess that's all I have to say. Boring and stupidly flashy. Ignorant and without teeth. A good reason to stay home and read a book.

Many apologies Alan Moore, I will never doubt again.

ow

I just got soy sauce in my eye

Then I Fell

The last time I fell off of my bike was really anticlimactic. I was riding my bike home from work/school and was just turning from Liberty onto Murray Ave. I think it was fall time- I remember seeing red leaves. My tire passed over some imperceptible stone or crevice and I slid out VERY VERY slowly. I think I half-hopped and half-fell in the street, tearing up my handlebar tape but nothing else apart from that. My very nice neighbor ran to my side and asked if she could help but I was embarrassed and I think kind of rude to her about it. It was especially embarrassing because it happened just past the house of not-really-cute guys who were drinking beer on their porch and who, for some reason, I always wanted to impress despite the fact they were neither cute nor interesting. Anyway- the point being that the last time I fell off of my bike was in Ann Arbor, Fall 2006.

So I was kind of disappointed to fall yesterday...but am kind of proud at the same time. My first fall in San Francisco! This must mean I live here now. Not only did I fall, I fell in the rain because of those darned streetcar tracks! How SF is that? It was a source of pride that I had never gotten my tire caught in one before but now I can join the ranks of bicyclists who warn other bicyclists "Dude, you gotta watch those tracks man, they'll grab ya. The trick is, see, to hit 'em perpendicular, at a right angle, you know? Then you can't get yer tire trapped." I wish I could add some gnarly detail about how after my tire got trapped I flew 20 feet, skidded on my face and ended up with 3 major cuts that I sutured up myself (using my own hair), but I'm afraid this fall was just as uneventful as the last. A few scrapes here and there but utterly boring apart from that.

What kind of Demon would YOU like to be?

In all their glory.

If I ever had any hope of being reincarnated as a human again they have officially been DEVASTATED by existing in a communal kitchen. I have become a regular mass-murderer. And I can't say I feel all that bad about it (except when I pretend that I'm a Buddhist and then imagine what kind of low-life I'll be in the next life). I mean, do ants really count anyway? Even if we're talking plastic bags full of paper towels crawling in little black creatures slowly suffocating....mmm...the thought is somewhat satisfying. For these little guys everyday will always be The Great Ant Massacre so long as I have anything to do with it. I just can't abide the endless streams of them attacking dishes, compost, leftovers, etc. They must go. I must say, however, that I wouldn't mind sharing the load sometime. I mean, what's the fun in being condemned to another rotation on the wheel of life as a lesser life form incapable of reaching nirvana if you can't share the experience with your friends?

Don't Send a Vegetarian...

...to cook chicken. It just won't work. First she'll worry about the smell. "Is this chicken OK? I mean, is it bad? That's a pretty weird smell." Then she'll cringe every time she picks up a leg of raw meat (with her bare hands) and while the chicken is smoking like crazy in the over-heated pans she'll be scrubbing at her hands convinced that they're covered in salmonella. So the smoke alarms will be going off and three other people will be in the kitchen opening windows and doors (while she's still washing/scalding her hands). Finally she'll hand the job off to someone else and turn to washing lettuce.

All this after she had a hamburger on Valentine's Day and leftover chicken last night. And she thought she was doing so well...

Happy Valentines Day!

Michael Bosanko