this is what concerns me

I moved from San Francisco to the East Bay last summer, and while I do like Joanna Newsom — and even San Francisco! — I think this is an apt critique of the city and the woman.

San Francisco has a major chip on its shoulder. Anything that comes out of the city (Joanna and Gavin Newsom, for instance) tends to have a cast of staunch, very vocal, overly educated, not necessarily well-informed, yet well-connected supporters who will defend any product of the City by the Bay to the death. So it’s not so much that people like Joanna Newsom, but that they’ve been bullied by those S.F. types into thinking they’ve got something really hot on their hands there.

Truly, I can’t even say “New York” within those 49 square miles lest I be attacked by a roving band of insecure self-described hipsters wearing Williamsburg-like fashions circa 2006/2007. Bitches be crazy with their inferiority and superiority complexes in that place. They probably wouldn’t even attack, they’d just blog about it later like they had, and get tons of likes on Tumblr from all their S.F. friends. Honestly, there doesn’t seem to be a lot of incentive to grow within the positive feedback loop here, and I find it stifling sometimes. Break the cycle, kids!

Anyway, as a side note, I’m great at imitating Newsom’s ‘teething infant’ act; feel free to ask me to do this at a party some time after I’ve had a couple drinks.

I mean Joanna, not Gavin, of course.

For those of you who might be interested in keeping abreast of the more personal topics I sometimes cover on this blog, I suggest you check out this new ridiculous thing I am doing, wherein I don’t eat any goddamn food for a month. I’ve undertaken a 30-day juice fast “cleanse” to coincide with the natural hibernation, pre-spring fat burn that I guess is about as “natural” as using a terrifying device to strip all the stomach-filling fiber from delicious, delicious produce. Recipes, photos, and generally TMI. Seriously, you guys, I am learning so much about colons.

It’s not year-round, and I wonder how dust-proof it really was, but this bike trailer house made for Burning Man is pretty sweet (minus the shirtless [but crafty!] neohippie). The thing only weighs 100 pounds dry, which may or may not be easy to tote on a bike — I don’t really know. Click through to “Turtleman”s blog for more photos and documentation of the inside — including a big box of cat litter? Yikes.

(This is only one of the sweet morsels on Tiny House Design.)