It's Christmas season! And one other tidbit of crap

Tis the season for me to think I've the capabilities to make my buds incredible handmade wears. I won't talk about them on here, in the off-hell hath frozen over-chance they will look. I will be doing the hermit style lock-myself-up-in-my-room-with-several-bottles-of-wine routine in order to stop ignoring my creative side and just make some fucking shit already, and well, make some shit not only for my friends but for my Etsy store.



Also, I've gotten a wild over zealous hair up my ass that I can handle this leather tooling pattern I've drawn up

The picture sucks, indeed.

At any rate, I'm building a new Frenchie bike to replace my stolen one. And with this new project bike I've decided to go megtron custom(for me at least) and I will be tooling a leather top bar pad and handlebar grips; going along with the custom jade on cream paint job I've done.

Yep. Ambitious

Mash Up

I should be doing homework right now...and although, I do have the screen up, with some reading done, an assignment submitted and subject matter researched, I...just...can't...focus. So I'll waste time with my blog-YAY!


This past weekend was decidingly sober compared to the weekend before where my good friends Amber and Brian visited from Seattle. That was a true shit show of epic proportions with a some puking, rallying, more drinking, too many shots consumed, too many asses pinched, shit talked, a now formed bluesy rock band with Amber and myself being the front women, food, more booze, some more food and not nearly enough sleep. So needless to say, I cut back this weekend on the booze…but not the music. The weekend really started on Thursday with the Black Keys and then Friday went to the de Young museum to watch Rupa and the April Fishes-a lovely little gypsy-esq band from San Francisco, then Arcade Fire on Sunday. This post is mostly just to get out some more puke, but of the photographic type from the hundreds of photos taken between then and now.


Pork Chops on top of grits at Hibiscus(veg heads really don't know what they're missing)

Bri attempts to be dandy and use his celly while riding

Rupa and the April Fishes

Me Da thought we looked good together...."we're not dating dad, sorry"

chicken and waffles in Oakland-happy bday Bri

And with that, please enjoy this lovely photo of a woman durning rush hour on the Bart, picking her foot, while the blonde next to her is probably holding back vomit and texting her friend "my god, the smell of onion is overwhelming Becky!"

You're welcome

-M-

Trying to get creative

Sometimes, it’s hard for an intimidating, introverted, tall gal to make friends. Maybe there’s a sort of look I give that gives an air of “my teeth are really made of razor sharp Xacto's-I EAT YOU!” rawr. Any who, it’s been about 6 months in my new place and I think I’m progressing well on that social merry go round we call SF interaction traction, what’s your malfunction.

A new buddy of mine has decided to hold an ‘art night’ as his house; hopefully monthly. Basically we all sit around and create, the idea that being in the presence of creatives will get your creative juices flowing-to paper, not down your leg-in a Megalasarous sized creativity creative Creation nation, jam-fest. This first session found four tattoo artists dudes and me: a non tattooer, non dude, would-be artist gal.

It was a fun beer filled evening, chock full of paints, jokes, munchies and an oddly uncomfortable moment where a random older British man disrobed to show us his body suit. Not that the disrobing part was that uncomfortable, but more so the fact that he sat there and talked to us for a good 20mins with his pants around his ankles. It's hard to keep eye contact-or a straight face-when your oculars have been accosted by what appears to be a pair of manties filled with low lying golf balls.

(wow, she's got some weird thing coming from her crotchal region)

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Oh dear lord, saggy balls from over the pond!

I ended up sketching out a young Queen Mum as a festering rotting zombie with a Union Jack flag and some Thistle in the back ground. Perhaps it was inspiration from the exhibitionist Brit fellow that made me think of the Queen festering with sagging rotting skin... No pic yet, will post it when I've completed it.

Tagged by Francesco

Scribbles

Had to head Southern-ly homeward bound last weekend due to the passing of my grandmother. While spending time on old stomping grounds, I had the positive note of hanging with an old friend and checking out his studio. His shop is a trip...a eye absorbing Memento Mori museum of curiosities and an incredible collection of art

just a couple tattoo machines...

(life, love, family...Twain wisdom)

Seems a pity that an artist such as Adam would be doing such a simple first tattoo on me. He has a tracing somewhere of my ribs for a rather large piece to be done in the future...I'm just a chicken shit, as I know that is going to be a gnarly painful spot.

Check out his website. He's appointment only but talented and well worth the wait:

Adam Turk

http://www.lhblk.com/

Seattle!!

Sometimes it doesn’t matter what kind of shit life throws at you or the funk that may grasp your heart, when a good song comes, it can lift the spirits causing you to just turn your face to the sunny sky and smile. If even for a temporary amnesiac fix, embrace it, good songs are good for the soul

Here’s just a few on my current iPod mix that make me feel better when I’m riding my two wheel whip:
The Only Living Boy in New York - Simon and Garfunkel
Two Weeks - Grizzly Bears
Wake Up - Arcade Fire
Mansford Roof -Vampire Weekend
Into the Open -Heartless Bastards
Home - LCD Soundsystem
We Own the Sky-M83
Ghostwriter-RJD2
Elephant Gun-Beirut
Absinthe at the Fly Honey Warehouse-Minus the Bear

There's many more...but these are just off the top of my head

Also, recently drove to Seattle to start bringing my things from storage to my new home and get a little ink work done. So happy to have normalcy again...even if I still have strong wanderlust

Dedication to migration

A young friendship(and by young I mean length, not age) of mine(albeit, it felt like it spanned a depth of time), has tragically been derailed for greater and better horizons. Although the pain felt by this parting of the minds leaves me feeling hollowed where only the voids can be filled with sorrow, I deep down know this is for the best. The decision for this individual to move on to greater and better things as well as a different coast, will only aid in the over taking of the world by their success and achievements. I wish the best, though, I know best wishes aren't in order when applied to this individual, who possesses great drive, ambition, a giant brain and much talent in life.


I dedicate this song. For you left your home town, your haunt, your blood, to be impetuous and seek greatness and happiness

I’m pre-meditating crime of a personal kind

I’m about to go out of my mind
I’m just about sick to death of taking breath
And walking this line of mine

Now, folks that know what’s good for them
Are good at ignoring them
But I just can’t put these thoughts down
I’m harrowed and abused and broken and pursued
By this notion that follows me around

My heart is hurting, my spirit’s burdened
I feel like a liar and a thief
For taking air, for being here
Unwanted, I look for my final release

Goodbye, goodbye California
Goodbye and I’ll be moving on
I sang you my songs, I know I’m wrong
Fare thee well and I’ll be moving on

When I’m dead and gone
My immortal home will hold me in its bosom
Safe and cold, no more desires
Will light their fires or disturb my immaculate calm

And the birds of the air and the beast of the soil
And the fishes of the desperate seas
Will know who I am and our substance will expand
As part of everything

As part of everything, my god
As part of everything and the clouds will roll
And the wind will blow and the beautiful birds will sing

Goodbye, goodbye, California
Goodbye to your waving trees
To you succulent wind and all my friends
Fare thee well, goodbye, so be it
Amen
Amen

Single Awareness Day

Yes...that special day when lovers want forced affection and gifts as a token of proof for your love for them. It was never really my forte...personally, I feel people shouldn't need a specific day to treat someone special, it should be a daily ritual; if even a simple spoken gesture like "I love you", "Thinking about you" or "I miss you". Corny, indeed, but in my personal preference, it's the thought that truly counts. Even if that thought is simply a verbal one.

So that mental vomit out of the way...I spent my February 14th with some good friends in Seattle for a potluck. For the sheer sake of not wanting to be around the hopeless saps and the unfortunately forced. Dinner menu was as following:
5bottles of wine
Salmon
some fantastic cheeses and bakery bread
spinach dip
clams
pasta
green beans, baby broccoli and brussel sprouts




(a little more classy than 2girls1cup)

Devotchka NYE

(my dates for the evening)


Ahhh New Years…the time when you reflect on the past year’s pitfalls like broken cars, broken relationships and uphill battles. The time when you reflect on the past year’s good like your beautiful surroundings, good friends, loved ones and the promise of new hope and a chance at fulfilling love. The big night when you wish you had someone special to share it with. Alas, I found myself single again, although this time, I didn’t have the flu with a wicked fever and the added kick you while I’m down factor of being at a wedding(no offense Tim). I did however have the support of some good friends (Brian/Lizzy, Kyle/Trish and Anna), an awesome band and a cute outfit that showed off my strong shoulders and apparently sexy clavicles. Oh oh, there was even a new acquaintance to the group that hung with us that told me this:

“You don’t look like somewhat who writes the way you do; you look classy”
Me=classy?…I have fooled the world MUAHAHAHAHHAAH

There was a DJ and an opening act but what I remember of both is this:
DJ: I’m bored; I think I’ll grab a PBR. Holy fuck, for serious, you’re gonna charge me $4 for a beer that is worth a $1.50?!! Bastards. Yeah, I’m not huge on live DJ stuff…oh look it that, a dude spinning some records. YAWN
Opening band: I was so impressed that their name is embedded into my soft grey Cerebral Cortex…not so much. They weren’t bad or untalented, I was just preoccupied with the night’s earlier bummer events and I was on a crash course with booze and a determination of fun. I can say two nice things about this band: A. chick drummers rule B. the singer wore a wicked vintage blood red cowboy shirt with black accents and roses (fashion is my secret little drug). They really did have some good stuff though, but alas, sorry the name escapes me.

In all honesty, I was there for Devotchka and anything else was just filler. So as mentioned earlier…crash course with booze.
Me+booze+no eating since noon that day=obnoxious

While I was enjoying my refreshing classy grade A quality PBR, I enjoyed a chills inducing shot of Whiskey with Brian…cough, pirate squinty face, hairs standing on end, ‘oh my god what was I thinking?!’…smooth. Blarg. Let the good times roll and while I’m at it, may I introduce…asshole Mel! I was determined to have a good time, so out rolled the dirty jokes, pirate talk, insults and my wacky self; anything to entertain my friends(some would say, the need of adoration of loved ones to fulfill one’s self)
Me=NOT classy

When Devotckha took the stage, I was a little disappointed in the lack of back up strings, like at the Sodo show earlier this year. I guess they raised the bar for me early on. They’re still an energy filled rocking show, but I guess I was expecting them to pull all the punches with a full supporting band, little chicas whirling and twirling from the ceiling and some rockets or some shit; it being NYE and all. The sound wasn’t all that great this time around either. I have a love hate relationship with the Showbox Market. On the one hand they book some great acts and have an awesome venue, where you’ve got good views from all angles with its intimacy. On the other hand, their sound is hit or miss; this night, it was kind of a miss. Nonetheless, the show still rocked and they played an impressive song list. I danced a lot, so much so that I got a side cramp (I need to get back to the gym) and managed to stay vertical in my heels with minimal grabbing of friends for support.

(it's just not a post unless I have a shitty cell phone attack shot)

By the end of the show I managed to ingest 1 PBR, 1 shot of Whiskey, ¾ cup of ESB and ¾ of my vodka drink; not a great deal, but enough with no food. I forget that I can’t drink like I used to and thus was securely tipsy. While in line for my coat pick up with my buddy, I took off my heel and threatened a line cutter. Something along these lines:
“Hey fratty fat popped collar fuck face, my heel is going in your eye if you don’t get in the back of the line” yeah…
Me=embarrassment

By 2ish in the am, with several failed attempts at finding a fast food joint to fill our boozed bellies, we settled on a wiener stand in Fremont. A mere 14 hours later, my stomach was finally filled with a boar’s dog, topped with grilled onion, mustard and cream cheese (you can only love it while drunk) and I passed out snug in my bed to end my shitty day and leave my shitty struggling year behind me.

Here’s to new hopes, new adventures, finally having no car payment, a new chest piece tattoo and my new motto… “Love like you’ve never been hurt”

Bring it.

Me=ready for it all