i left my heart in san francisco. what i did on my northern californian vacation. first off, i drove north. up from san diego. past los angeles. through bakersville. under a tunnel and through the wood, to tien's house we went. we unfortunately passed by a town named gilroy, that reeked heavily of garlic. gilroy garlic, get it? yeah, me neither. avoid gilroy at all costs. for your sanity if not your clothes.



tien lives in a house adjacent to her parents house. so it's like a guesthouse next to a house. or a house next to another house joined by a communal backyard and used by one family. a two for one if you will. pretty exciting stuff. in layman's terms this means the house she lives in is very close to her parent's house -- about five feet apart i would say -- but yet far enough apart to allow for freedom of lounging. did i mention her house has a huge television, a pool table and a ping pong table? yes. heaven is a place like tien's house. she had popsicles too. some of which were mistaken for banana flavor instead of tropical. people should not put images of bananas on the packaging if the flavor is really tropical. marketing folk take note, nobody likes banana popsicles. lord if i should die and am not slated to arise miraculously, send me to tien's house. thanks. you're the best.



i could give a hoe down of what we did at tien's house but that might induce you to rush right over to go visit her. and she's far too important and busy to be entertaining other people aside from us. so i'll try to describe everything in as short a manner as possible. we barbequed. we ate exponentially. we triangulated and watched movies (spirited away is quite excellent even if i don't really get it). we frolicked amongst goose poop. we scavenged in berkeley with digital cameras. all praise digital cameras. more on scavenging later but suffice to say berkeley employs suspected child molestors in thrift stores. we shot the shit. we shit alot. we drank beer. we played kings. we learned jewish songs that have lyrics like "wherever you go there's always someone jewish / you're never alone cuz god made you a jew." refer to amit for the full lyrics and the melody. this song is quite possibly the funniest song i have ever heard. and i've heard some funny songs.



i visited some spots in the bay. i have some thoughts on the bay and perception versus the opposite of perception but those aren't coordinated yet so i'll leave them be. the weather in the bay was perfect and if the weather was like that all the time i might consider moving to the bay. but i know it's not always like that so this past week i've been living a lie. do i feel dirty? yes i do. but that's probably from the lack of showering. ah. i love suburban camping. brings out the funk.



i'm still up north so don't bother me. actually that's totally misleading since i'm really writing this on friday 4:10am from victor's apartment (we didn't quite make it all the way down to san diego tonight). so once again i'm entrapped in a lie. but see, since i put a place marker in my blog from wednesday so i could go back and talk about wednesday, i have to pretend it's wednesday even though it's really already friday. blog reality is all warped. but it makes more sense than real reality doesn't it?