factoids of february

Stuff I did this month:

Went to Chinatown and ended up in two Dim Sum places that have been visited by presidents.

We had a BBQ with Jeff and Melissa.

It rained.

So we took shelter in Books Inc/Peet's. 

We had dinner in the Tonga Room, where we ate this giant mountain of ice cream.

And enjoyed the live band floating on a boat.

We ate vaguely heart-shaped foods on Valentine's Day.

 And Nick created a three course fondue meal.

And I got a hedgehog onesie :)

There was a grand opening for the public art space in the apartment building that featured a lot of drums.

We finally found a decent place to get tacos. 

Moby came to stay with us again.

We ventured through the Stuff store.

And bought a baby record.

And went to Zeitgeist. 

I set up Holly3.

And visited the SF Public Library. 

And finally got my library card.

There were a lot of visits to dog parks.

And we ate way too much at The Prime Rib House.

 
We enjoyed sunsets.

 LOOK WHAT SAN FRANCISCO DOES TO PEOPLE!

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood. 

Even when it is windy. 

much love,
hedgie

the 'f' key

My laptop decided to call it quits after five years of faithful service.

The most fitting eulogy I can think of for my old friend is that I apparently typed the 'F' key more than any other letter on her keyboard.

Shut down in peace, Holly2.



much love,
hedgie

feminist love songs

I found a few more songs I thought could be improved, so I decided to fix them up for Valentine's Day.

much love,
hedgie

james joyce love letters

In order to prepare you all for the disgusting displays of affection that are about to take place soon, I would like to take this opportunity to let you know that love letters written by James Joyce to his wife Nora not only exist, but are horrifying.
I think Kate Beaton does the best in showing what it feels like to read one of these letters:

But seriously, be careful if you do tread down this road. There is no turning back.





much love,
hedgie

just january

The start of a new year and the start of me officially spending more time with dogs than people.

Nick and I decided that we really needed clam chowder, so we braved the crowds and went out to Fisherman's Wharf.

Was the possibility of having a giant seed pod kill me worth taking this photo?
Yes.

Dog-sitting adventures.

Sometimes, I forget that I actually live here.

Knitting forever.

Family portrait.

We finally got to celebrate Addie's birthday. My little girl is two now!

Then Nick and I went to Vegas. It left a hint of betrayal as the cheese we found was made of plastic.

We also had to attend a strange timeshare pitch in which the woman told us that her best friend died yesterday at the end of the presentation. Then she told us to buy timeshares.

This place was amazing.

I got to visit with my old friend Lydia and she showed us around her neck of the desert.

Of course, Nick now wants a llama.

We got to watch Cirque du Soleil's 'O'. It was beautiful, kind of frightening, and full of clown sexual tension.

We got up early the next morning to start our drive to The Racetrack. On the way, we played 'I Spy'. It was as pathetic as it sounds.

AREA 51!

When in doubt, pinky out: fending off the alien invasion edition.

Teakettle Junction.

We found ice.

One rock went the opposite direction of every other rock there.

Travel the world together.

Collapsed volcano we passed on the way to the airport.

Flying home.

I think she missed me.

More dog-sitting.

We attended the Edwardian Ball, a ball inspired by of the works of Edward Gorey.

The guy behind this table kept offering to alleviate any pains I had by chopping off my arm.

Then more dog-sitting.

And Heidi made me the best gift ever.

Then even more dog-sitting.

Then to end on a high note, my apartment flooded again.

much love,
hedgie