I got a letter in the mail yesterday telling me that my former car sold for "$500 or less at auction." I'm not sure whether this means someone out there found a good deal or got ripped off.
I haven't taken a single photo since they towed the car away. I honestly don't know why this is.
My Major League Piracy logo has always bothered me. The pirate was too clean-cut, and his legs weren't quite right. I think I have fixed that. Below is the new version, followed by the old version:
If you're viewing this in an RSS reader or other location with a white background, please note that I think they look better on my blog, which has a dark background.
What do you think?
Hello, state of carlessness. Been about two and a half years. How're you? It's nice to see you again.
I donated my car, called Ryvet because of the RYV in the license plate number, to the Human Rights Campaign last weekend, and they came to pick it up today. Being a very sentimental person, I am both sad to see it go and happy it is gone.
This is an example of conflicting emotions on my face while the tow truck driver writes down the car's mileage. Dunno if you can see them, but I know they're there, ready to shout "hurrah!" and feel sad at the same time.
Ryvet was never particularly good to me. The car was uncomfortable to drive, was never without a problem or six and those damn stripes looked so goofy I felt embarrassed sometimes. On the other hand, it was a mode of reasonably reliable transportation, let me take friends places they'd never been and had a damn good stereo and speakers. I took out the subwoofer, hoping to either sell it for a few bucks or put it in a future car, that's how good it was.
So, farewell Ryvet. May you produce some good money for the HRC, and may your future not include being chopped up for scrap.
Yesterday was the day of my softball league's playoffs and championship games. In the first game, the Padres beat the SuperFriends (one of the best teams in the league). In the second game, us Tin Knockers beat the Outlaws. Considering that the Tin Knockers hadn't won a game in years before this season, this was pretty exciting!
After a far-too-short fifteen minute break, the championship game began. Long story short, we were shut out and ended up in second place. Despite a somewhat frustrating game, we were all in really good spirits when it was over.
I did pretty poorly at bat the last few regular-season games, and didn't do much better in the postseason. I did make some good plays as catcher, though. Mark did pretty well batting and in the outfield, making some great catches out there. My quads were feeling really great yesterday and I was able to run without limping for the first time in months.
Matt, our manager, said we'll play again either in the spring or next summer. Can't wait!
Welcome to the final post featuring photos from 2008.
In the basement of a little bookstore in SF's North Beach district.
New Year's Eve fog, on the street by my home.
So what's next? All I know is, I've got some Beatles Rock Band to play for a while. After that, I'll think about when I'm going to post my 2009 photos. Stay tuned!
Tomorrow's the big day!
Only one photo because I want two for the end of the set (tomorrow, though unrelated to the reason why tomorrow's the big day).
Tomorrow: The End (and the big day!)
I am so glad this week is over. Time for some serious decompression.
In the middle of San Francisco is Golden Gate Park, and that's where you'll find this little forest.
It's behind the De Young Museum. I love walking through there, it's so tranquil despite being in a big city.
Tuesday: dangling crystals.
Lots and lots of aggressive drumming is the best anger management therapy, I discovered today.
This is my friend Chloe, a very talented artist. She just started her own webcomic.
Fisheye hipshot in the De Young.
Tomorrow: Urban forest fence.
Feeling a bit distracted tonight.
A burning in the hearth.
A clue to the truth.
Tomorrow: a friend and a shadow.
If you follow me anywhere on the internet it is likely you will find me talking about Rock Band from time to time. I know it's probably annoying to those of you with no interest in the game, but you've gotta understand: that game is the most fun I've had in... a very long time. I can sing and drum pretty well now, and at night I dream of singing in a real band. Music is such a central part of my being that Rock Band became a natural expression of something that had been bottled up my whole life. I sometimes wonder how things might have been different if I'd had something like this when I was a kid and needed the confidence boost that RB gives me now. Maybe I would have auditioned for the theater company in high school and not had the mountain of regrets I have now.
Saw this somewhere near the Castro district. It made me laugh. Such a dapper brick.
Luna. You know her well. This is one of the sharpest photos I've taken of her.
Tomorrow: a fire and a Clue. Also: oh damn, almost out of 2008 photos! Five days left.