"your mission, should you choose to accept is: write about what you ate for dinner, write about what you did last weekend, tell me what the hell is going on in sf these days as far as dj's, good dive bars, bad dance clubs, trannys in the tenderloin and hipsters in the mission.

do you just want me to write your blog for you?

ha jk."

so yeah, we've all been saying it "facebook killed blogging"...cause it did. thing is though, facebook is boring. people are always joking about wasting their entire work day on facebook and i'm always wondering how it is exactly one wastes more than a couple minutes on facebook. i'm being serious, what is there to do on facebook? am i missing something? are there chat rooms (lulz) and band websites and a secret porn corner i don't know about? cause all my facebook does is stream a long list of boring links from mostly boring people. some not so boring people too, but facebook has that rare quality of rendering otherwise interesting people totally boring. anyway, this is all roundabout to say that i miss the blogs. i still troll my own blog roll every morning at my desk in hopes that someone somewhere has blogged something about anything...most people haven't. so then i read gawker, and sfist, and jezebel (for belly laughs), and haighteration, and sfgiants.com, and street carnage, and huffpost, and htmlgiant...but none of those blogs are run by my folkers. i miss my friends blogging.

so enter Megan Martin and her little prompt to get going. maybe all i need is for my friends to give me assignments. logan ryan smith wants me to start making dumb movies again. that sounds good, and i got a digi "video" camera for chirstmas that i still haven't busted out. so yeah, i'm just going to bounce off of Meg's thing for a sec...

what i had for dinner- last night i didn't eat anything for dinner. well that's not really true actually, i had 3 Sapporos and 3 Spatens for dinner. and then i had one more Spaten walking up Oak street at 11:30pm. yesterday for lunch i had a giantastic tub (?) of shrimp ceviche...it was amazingly good. but then about half way through eating it i had a sort of gluttonous disembodied experience (GDE) and observed myself (out of body mind you) shoveling shrimp after delicious shrimp into my mouth, 4 decapod crustaceans by the forkful...and let me tell you, it was not pretty. so now back in my body in my car i'm a little bit past the halfway mark of a seafood ceviche cluster-frack for a party of 5 and i figure, yeah, this is gross, i'm going to regret eating all this shrimp, but i can't really stop now. there's only like 20 shrimp left. gotta finish these bastards off, a pride thing, so i slurped the rest of that tub o' shrimp down...and then my stomach expands far larger than i'm comfortable with for a wednesday afternoon at work with a couple hours to go...so yeah, no diner after that. just some good beer and Buffy The Vampire Slayer Season 2 and bed...

last weekend- is all kind of coming at me in fragments. i sincerely don't remember what i did on friday night. i do remember that after work i went skating with Mickey's Monkey champ retro furniture restorer Theo at the DMV. we sessioned around for a couple hours then i bought some beers and went home and watched Clint Eastwood brood and just generally kick ass in For A Few Dollars More...i think i went out after that but i don't remember. i may have just gone to bed. i have no idea...

and then Saturday i skated back over to the DMV for a morning sesh. then bought some beers and went home and watched Fully Flaired. then i went to Molotov's for a beer where Jonathan eventually picked me up to go to meet up with Jamie and her friends at the Aqua Surf Shop sample sale. then me and Jon and Jamie (JJJ) bought some Anchors and went over to Jamie's house in the Outer Sunset for some sunshine patio sapping...then me and Jon took off for the Lower Haight where he dropped me off at my place where i watched this insanely fucked up French movie called Irreversible then i might have gone out or stayed in i don't remember. i remember i had way gnarly dreams that night but i can't recollect about what...probably about Irreversible.

and then Sunday i woke up and walked to Cafe International for some sweet iced coffee (hi Meg!)...then got dressed and walked down to Lisa's house on Germania just down the block to meet up with her and Jamie. i think it took a couple hours for those girls to get ready but we eventually headed out towards the Mission to possibly see what was up with the Carnival celebration that had been going on all morning. naturally as we walked passed Dolores Park we got sucked into the vortex and never made it out to Carnival. so we kicked it in Dolores for a while and then Jon and Amelia show up with a 12 pack. so we drink the 12 pack and we're all just crewing out and the sun is hot and we're all burning up pretty bad. so then we head back to Lisa's place and those chicks take off for a BBQ in Berkeley and i'm like hell no i'm not going to the East Bay, i work out there 5 days a week and try to avoid it as much as possible on weekends unless i'm visiting my parents in Concord, smell me? so i hit up Micah Ballard and he tells me he's kicking it at Fly Bar with Sunnylyn. so i meet up with Micah and Sunnylyn and Russ is running the bar until he gets off and we say goodbye to Sunnylyn and head down to Madrone where we crack hella jokes (or something...) and drink a couple whiskeys...and at that point i'm just like really really going with the flow so i pull a "sneak out w/o saying goodbye" bail after about an hour and walk to the Upper Haight to meet up with Adaye
cause she just moved into the neighborhood and i wanted to see her new place even if it is in the Upper Haight (shudder)...so we kick it on her stoop and on her back porch and she shows me around and i meet her new roommates and then i get a text from Kyle B. that she's working at the Noc Noc and that we should come down to hang out...so me and Adaye start walking down Haight back towards the Lower Haight and Adaye suddenly decides she wants to go back to her house to grab her bike so she can drunk-ride it home after the bar (tsk tsk)...so i'm like cool i'm just going to keep walking and you can meet me down the street a bit...and then that was the last i saw of Adaye that night. she says she went home and had half a beer then passed out. so i end up at Noc Noc drinking awful overpriced Soju and cranberry drinks watching Kyle barback while attempting to play/learn a game of chess with the bartender (her boss)...and then it got really late and it was time to go cause i was really really feeling that flow and that burn so i grabbed a greasy slice from mythic and headed home to watch an episode of Buffy The Vampire Slayer Season 2 which i got 10 minutes into before zzzzzzzz'ing the hell out...

and then Monday i woke up on hurt. but got myself up and walked down to Waller St. for a white mocha coffee. read the paper outside in the fog (blessing)...Jamie came over and we watched one of my favorite movies ever, Smoke...then we went to the Upper Haight to visit her friend JD who was working Aqua. they made me drink Kombucha for the first time. that stuff smells like rotting plums...or easter egg dye...gross! and then me and Jamie went record shopping at Amoeba where i got the new Kurt Vile and the new Zola Jesus and a Terry Riley record and some 80's Ska'ompolation, and the new Thee Oh Sees and the new Joanna Newsom and a couple of used Love & Rockets records...then i was dropped off at home where i made myself a nice big orzo and hummus dinner which got delayed by 5 hours as me and Steve polished off a ton of Metaxa bro'ing down on the couch listening to Elton John and Quannnum and The Eagles...and then i ate my very much cold and neglected dinner while watching an episode of Buffy The Vampire Slayer Season 2.

i try hard as i can to not think about trannys in the TL


as far as DJs in The City...i feel like Soul nights are sort of on their way out...i don't really know why i think that but it feels like people are moving on to the next at this point. i went to a really fun Punk rock dance party at Delirium the other night. i could definitely see Mission kids "bringing back" (HAHA!) Punk rock...revivalist Disco seems to be kind of big right now. fun nights going on at Deco Lounge and such...i'm still crossing my fingers for a SKA'veloution in SF. would love to skank-out to some 2-Tone and holler at them Rude Girls...

i don't know. so that's that. that was just like old times huh? name dropping, photos of pretty girls, parties, skating, not talking about poetry...feels like the old Johnny is back! thanks for the blogging assignment Meggers. keep em' coming. cause i'm officially out of ideas.