MIMOSAS FOR ONE

i have a paranoid fear when i'm in a restaurant, and i hear someone cough, that they are, in fact, starting to choke victor mancini would have scammed me bigtime. i read and loved the book by chuck palahniuk , and the fact that it stars sam rockwell and anjelica huston, two great actors (imdb.com.... look 'em up), makes it even more exciting. I have choked badly twice in my life, that i can recall. the first time, i was about 10 years old, and it happened as I was stuffing a piece of chocolate cake into my fat little face. The double layer cake was delicious with thick waves of chocolate frosting, and so there was no way I was going to eat it slowly. The next thing i knew, the way- too-big for my 10 year-old mouth bite was lodged in my throat, and i began to gasp for air. i panicked, and my face turned bright red. i ran towards the refrigerator, scrambling for anything liquid; milk. water. juice. beer. anything. i believe it was a half gallon of fat free milk saved my life tha

*image by b_recktor c/o photobucket so Polaroid cameras and instant film are pretty much a thing of the past. you can still get the instant film, but Polaroid won't be making any new cameras or film. you can hit up ebay and pay upwards of $100.00 for a few packs (10 photos to a pack usually), or you can do what i did, and impulsively buy up any packs you see left in stores. i'm sorry, but the digital revolution can suck it. this is all their fault. i love film. it is not a dead art. i refuse to give in to that way of thinking. maybe someday, Polaroid will see the error of their ways, and start manufacturing the film again. until then, i'm going to buy up as many packs of film as i can, and i'm going to make every shot count. and speaking of shots..... i could shoot, shotgun, mainline, beerbong, or plain old sip this can 'o wonderful. just in time for summer, 21st amendment brewery in san francisco has made my year by finally releasing my favorite light beer for ret

san jose, thou art my destiny. i have officially given up my san francisco sex and the (foggy) city fantasy. after much back and forth, i've come to the conclusion that i don't know if i could ever live in there. fun to play in? most definitely. awesome to explore? no doubt. easy to max out my credit cards? like you wouldn't believe. perhaps my personal journey will lead me to the perfect lower haight / castro flat overlooking alamo square park, but until then san jose will have to do. there are plenty of sj neighborhoods i'd like to call home. 1. japantown- 7 bamboo. need i say more? 2. the alameda- hipity hipsterish fun, if there is such a thing in san jose. 3. SOFA district- the people watching alone would be worth it. 4. willow glen- farmers market. vintage shops. cute houses. 5. east foothills- say wha? yeah. within walking distance of alum rock park, please. why all the talk of settling down? because, my faithful readers (all 3 of you), my life has suddenly taken