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  1. huh, I wonder if I can walk down here

    photograph of san francisco looking north-west from 100-ish Coleridge St downhill, down a driveway with a building to the left and a park to the right. IN the center is a store-bought STOP sign. Under the stop sign is a nice (I guess, if you have to have it) custom sign explaining that there is no way to get to Mission Street (the other side of this block) from here. To the right is a store-bought generic private property sign. At the bottom of the driveway, and this is the new thing, the residents have bought two foot high letters and spelled out PRIVATE PROPERTY along the fence at the bottom of their driveway. if you’ve been descending straight down the hill from Bernal, you’ve heretofore enjoyed:1. mid-block steps through a garden2. a half block of Emerelda Ave3. another set of mid-block steps through a garden4. another half block of Emerelda Ave5. another set of mid-block steps through a garden6. private property signs

    photograph of san francisco looking north-west from 100-ish Coleridge St downhill, from the same vantage point as the prior photo, but zoomed in on the two foot high letters and that spell out PRIVATE PROPERTY along the fence at the bottom of the driveway. it’d be cool if there was a zip line / gondola across to noe from somewhere along this dumb route.

    originally posted on mastodon about a year ago (permalink)
  2. Floating Points, Pharoah Sanders & The London Symphony Orchestra - Promises [Movement 6]

    dang, this is still really great

    originally posted on mastodon about a year ago (permalink)
  3. Look so-and-so, i know I’m being a complete stick in the mud here but I refuse to subscribe to a paper that runs editorial board opinion columns I disagree with on a regular basis, and it isn’t on principle, it’s discipline, it’s a boycott, that sort of thing

    [turning to break the fourth wall] that’s why I send my money to mission local and joe esk

    originally posted on mastodon about a year ago (permalink)
  4. looks like we found the trail 2 ur moms house

    photograph of a hiking trail in thick fogon the left third of the photo, a muddy double-track meanders aheadon the right over grass and underbrush, front of trees in the forrest, a white corrugated plastic board sign is posted on two wiresand written along the left at an angle is something I can’t make out. in the middle, there is an arrow and hand written text I can read, above a tag I also can’t make out, which says:ꜛ2 urmomshouse-????

    originally posted on mastodon about a year ago (permalink)
  5. by corollary, managers who do that are actually saying “hey, hey. will you play with me?”

    originally posted on mastodon about a year ago (permalink)
  6. I need to find a band to play with, picking up a guitar at home just gets junior’s attention and then breaks the impulse to pick up the instrument in the first place, like a dog or cat vectoring in on the one person who isn’t into one or the other (which is also me usually), or like a helicopter manager ignoring the headphones and full screen doc or IDE for a “hey, do you got a second?”

    well, I didn’t, but I guess I have all day now, because, welp!

    originally posted on mastodon about a year ago (permalink)
  7. making stuff once a week with perishables has really upped my kitchen hygiene; I p much don’t touch anything with my fingers anymore that I’m not about to cook and eat immediately, with the exception of salt

    originally posted on mastodon about a year ago (permalink)
  8. blah blah blah “kindly" blah blah blah

    your foster parents are dead, lets go

    a screenshot from Terminator 2 of the T100 on the left and a young John Connor on the right. The T100 is on a pay phone talking to the T1000 at John Connor’s house, tricking the T1000 into admitting that it is not actually John’s foster-parent by asking after John’s dog but using the wrong name for itTERMINATOR           (in John's voice)      I'm right here.  I'm fine.           (to John, a whisper)      What's the dog's name?                 JOHNMax.Terminator nods. Speaks into the phone.TERMINATORHey, Janelle, what's wrong with Wolfy? I can      hear him barking.  Is he okay?                 JANELLE           (filtered)      Wolfy's fine, honey.  Where are you?Terminator unceremoniously hangs up the phone.Turns to John.TERMINATORYour foster parents are dead. Let's go.Terminator heads for the bike. John, shocked, stares after him.[pushing up glasses] This scene gets a lot of meme time but it’s also pretty funny because you would think the dumb ol’ T1000 would have been loaded with a pretty extensive dossier on John Connor that included the dog’s name.

    originally posted on mastodon about a year ago (permalink)
  9. was still thinkin’ about that marg from a few weeks ago, and a then a friend in Marin gave us a few tomatoes from her garden.

    this one is topped with additional chiffonaded basil, and smoked sea salt

    I had pan fried some hot italian sausage (intending to pair with red onion slices and provolone instead of mozz) while the first two baked, for a third pizza, but this one was so good I didn’t even bother with it, and so I tossed the extra dough ball in the freezer

    photograph of a margherita neapolitan pizza on a large cutting board, fresh out of the oventhe pizza has charred bubbles on the cornicione, and is topped with with tomato sauce, mozzarella, basil, and a fan-circle of thin, orange slices of a fresh garden tomato, topped with additional chiffonaded basil, and smoked sea saltin the background, also on the cutting board is half of a similar pepperoni pizza

    originally posted on mastodon about a year ago (permalink)
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