Seth and I were determined to participate in one of our local high holidays this year. As you can imagine, Gay Pride weekend is huge in San Francisco. It's almost too huge, especially over a couple of days of abnormally broiling weather, but we slathered on sunscreen, wore practical footwear, and even took public transportation to commune with the revelers.

Saturday's big event is a party in Dolores Park. It's part lawn concert, part picnic, part excuse to go topless (san francisco loves the topless). There were thooouuusands of people in this little park in the scorching heat. The smart ones brought umbrellas, and the dumb ones wore jeans (me! teresa!). At 7pm the whole crowd siphons onto the street to become the Dyke March, and the march ends in the castro to become the giant Pink Party. We skipped the march and party, because three hours in the direct sun with cold beers is kind of event enough for these two.

Sunday is the big huge parade up Market Street, which ends in a big huge fesitival party at the Civic Center, and parties all over the Castro. It was a rare Sunday without rehearsal, and I thought I'd make it to the parade, but we didn't motivate until the afternoon to check out what was happening. It was packed everywhere, the booth I waited in line for was out of food, and it was too hot to dance at the stages. We clocked about an hour and then moved on.

Even though we're maybe not so much crowd people any more, it's the spirit of Pride that I wanted to see and feel. San Francisco is a great gleaming disco ball, and people come from all over the world just to wear a mesh shirt or a wig or a tutu in public, then dance all night without anyone giving two shits. There are probably people here who don't approve, but on Pride weekend, lucky for all of us, they stay home.

SFGate has more photos here. And Tangobaby has a really great collection here.

watch out! tsssss.

Ming's Coffee Shop was my go-to spot for my go-to breakfast for a couple years, and one day it was gone. *pout*

New Ming's opened around the same time, but it doesn't open early for breakfast. I went today for the first time, and even though I haven't seen the staff in over a year, they remembered me... and my regular breakfast.

she: Haven't see you for a while!
me: i know, not since you closed the other restaurant. you are not open for breakfast any more!
she: No, but you can still order scrambled eggs and rice. It costs six dollars and thirty-five cents now.

i went to find the video so i could share the song, and it turns out the video is pretty adorable. volume up!

film fest this sunday!
http://tickets.scarycow.com

update: the daydream series picked up an audience favorite award per ballots during the screening. judges' tallies have yet to be announced.

the film is so beautiful, i can't see how the team won't win something.
i was really proud to be a part of such a beautiful thing.

seth and i stayed at this magical house in mendocino as a little last hurrah when he took his full time, Real Job at Live Nation, which also came with Real Two-Week Vacation limitations. we had to squeeze one in before they started asking him to "accrue" free time. vacation photos here.


i took a little road trip to l.a. to see milosh play at two venues. they were tiny shows, but hugely satisfying. we chatted about a little dance video project, which you'll hear about when i'm done being coy about it... that's pfisterer on the left and milosh on the right.


anjie was in town to help throw sofie a birthday party in the park. the party was to take place on my birthday, which was a-ok with me, but anj surprised me by getting a few friends out for drinks and dinner the night before. in this pic we are at the st. francis drinking aviations in the lobby. pix of sofie's birthday.


ivy and robijn moved into a new little spot in oakland, and i helped them unpack and settle in a bit. more shots of the cabin-like gem.


kiki has been to the vet twice in one week, once because i finally decided to have her tested for her leaking problem, and then again when she got an infection in her eyes. we thought it would be a good idea to walk to the vet, but it took us an hour, which made us 30 minutes late. on our way home we called sofie to rescue us.


i figured out i'm sad at about the same time every month, so i'm wondering if i might try stopping with the birth control pills. that might be tmi, but i know people who blog about their trips to the bathroom (ahem). any ladies out there who feel like their chemistry changed, and getting off the pill made a difference? (cue Anonymous commenter who always tells me i'm bi-polar. you are obviously a man.)

james taylor + carly simon = ben

I chose the more abstract images, because I'm fascinated by how succinctly these artists responded to the swine flu outbreak. But go to these photo pools and see recent images of people in Mexico City. It must just be the language I speak, because these photos say a lot more to me than the maps with red circles and newsy words like panic and pandemic.

Happy Birthday, my Love! You are my most favorite person in the whole world.

How much exactly are we talking about in taxes if I win a 2.4 million dollar house?
What is the median household income necessary to pay the annual taxes and insurance on a home that is worth 2.4 million dollars?
If a person making the amount of money I make should win this house, how many roommates would I need to have and at what rent to pay the annual taxes and insurance on this home?
Am I too poor to win this house?