The Live B-Show

"Up this morning... feelin' so fine," (feel free to hum along with this impromptu jingle)... True story:

Thought I'd take myself and my body up Church St. for a little early a.m. exercise. Why not? Eager to start my day, I walked out the door jubilantly. The sun was shining and most of the neighborhood was still asleep except for me, oh yeah, and the man in front of me who.... looked slightly suspect from behind. He had a bit of a swagger in his step and a moderate hunch. I took notice and meandered to the other side of the street. Safety first, of course.

I kept one eye on him... the other on the gum/poo-stained sidewalk. Suddenly... he stopped, leaned forward and, yep... you guessed it... hurled. Loudly. Continued up the block actually. I think he stopped three or four times. I didn't watch but, lucky me, was quiet enough to hear the full soundtrack. Joy.

Um...yeah...

at the new job been writing about these fools for 2 days now... 2 LA stylistas who decided to turn their skills into the perfect bowl of mac and cheese... i want this dress!!!! with tapatio on it of course!

KQED + Sandwich

Spending my lazy Sunday watching a program on KQED titled "Sandwiches That You Will Like." It's America between two slices of bread. Anyone down to quit their job and go on a road trip with me? My mouth is watering. I'm especially feeling Thelma's Barbecue in Houston. She was a truck driver, quit and opened up her own joint fulfilling her dream. Damn. Let's do lunch.

Faces and Tasers and Bottoms

Went to a BBQ last night. Actually it was a BQQ. Anyhow, the place houses three employees of Amoeba records... good music... loads of records and shit to look at... oh, and one stuffed Homer Simpson (the size of a medium dog). One roomie scored Homer out of a claw machine on his first two bucks. Anyhow, the highlight came when a past issue of Vice surfaced and match the "face to ass" spread gained popularity once again. I'm sort of blase when it comes to Vice but this past photo issue gets props for the facetoass bit. What could be more entertaining than matching random faces to random asses? The activity really unified. Oh! I almost forgot... another lady at the party had this taser that looked like a digital camera... it was pink and had a braceletlike release feature so if someone wrestles it from you it deactivates. Then, slime bag can't taser ya back. She bought it on ebay and I'm thinkin' of investing.... i wanted a demonstration but... no takers on the "20 bones for 5 seconds of taser offer..."

mustard yellow for a year?

Not to worry. I'm surely free of any sort of humanly figure growing inside of me. This is a fact. On the other hand, several of my lovely lady friends are trying their hand at this whole motherhood thing. So... the question begs to be asked: why not dress your baby in one color for the first year? Just one ol' solid color? It's not a bad idea. It would also allow one to politely avoid dressing one's offspring in some hideous duck and stripe themed onesie gifted by who the fuck knows... You simply say, "I'm sorry but Joe's only to wear mustard yellow for his first year." That's it. One year, one color. Just a thought.

black red...red black

It's in the air.

What Kind Of A Day Is It?

Sort of like an angel-devil debacle? Can't believe the NW factor either! Summer Babe is the best jam too so I'm leaning toward the red Pavement mode. On the other hand, I really love this Ben Stiller moment. Why was he such a lovable yuppie? I kind of just want to rip of that navy blazer and listen to the Cranberries, no?

4-5-6 In My Dreams

Yesterday, among eating homemade enchiladas and watching a man named Skip flog another man's bare ass (remember folks this is San Francisco), I played rounds and rounds of See-Low. Very addicting. Who knew? 3-dice and some one dollar bills = endless fun. I did lose some bones though.

planes, trains and tears

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/20/fashion/20bummer.html?ex=1374120000&en=d51795db504765ec&ei=5124&partner=permalink&exprod=permalink

l love it when

10-year-old girls compliment my style and bartenders think i'm 18. i think it was these earrings. note to self... heart shape earrings shave off 10 years.

Marry Me

Can someone deliver this to me now please? I would love these chilaquiles right now. Thanks.

Fell In Love With a Sparrow

This little birdy made my heart flutter yesterday. I saw him and a few other watercolors from Penelope Krebs yesterday at the Lincart Gallery. So pretty and even more so in person.

I'm not a musical buff but... Meryl Streep seems out of her element. I'm not vibin' this whole Mama Mia thing. On the other hand, some Abba atop a grassy knoll washed done with some wine spritzer of sorts -- that's more like it.

Overposting... I know

But can you blame me? It's been a while. Plus I have the day off so... two thoughts. First, I was mistakenly dubbed Heather at Peets coffee this morning causing a. me to miss the call of my name for my iced latte and b.the ice to melt as I waited and observed a woman humming/singing way too loudly for her own good. This made me wonder: did my grey headband (which I wore this morning in a very Olivia Newton John letsgetphysicalesqe manner) spur an 80s name??? I mean the woman who took my order knows me?! I'm SOMMER not Heather! Also, why must people hum loudly in a public space in that annoying "i just really enjoy life" sort of tone? I'm taking a stand! It's just not right.

Join em?

Will and Herman

My friends are crazy. One just gave birth. The other just lost a cockroach named "Herman" (whom she had conversations with for the past week as he exited her dishwashing machine). Oh, and I say lost because he died. He was murdered actually.

To whom it may concern:
Sorry for the stand up. Missed the beard. Bummer.

the sad truth

Confession: I've had a "Visor" aka... handspring...aka old skool palm pilot since I graduated college in 2001. I use it for addresses, that's it. Earlier this week I went to retrieve my grandmother's address to send a "belated" birthday card. Much to my dismay the visor was wacked. Fucked. Gone were my addresses. Even after several resuscitation attempts... nothing. I found myself facing the sad truth. Sommer... it's been almost 10 years. Time to get with the program. Damn.