We bought Laine’s lunch for tomorrow from this cart on Divisidero artwalk. They need to work on their marketing, I can’t find them on Google. Anyone know who they are? Good stuff.

We miss you! Hope your trip back to Paris was smooth sailing.

Otherwise no way would we have made the effort to get out on this gorgeous night. Also the Giants won big time tonight and all the lights look like those “we’re number 1” foam thingys.

in response to drawar. Hey that rose in the foreground was made with actual duct tape! um but not by me but Laine as was the sephora monster and the other cool thing in the background. The cool lemon bar graphic is by j otto. In fact my only contribution, is the glass of wine. Which, alas is hobo in vintage.

This Party Blows @ Art Murmur in Oakland. J. Otto’s tiny truck filled with art reminds me of those cartoon houses that look tiny on the inside but are biiiggg when you walk in. The outside is customized each time. This month it was all lemon bars, with actual lemon bars but I couldn’t take their picture because we already ate them. Some had secret ingredient.

J. Otto and daughter Amelia in front of tiny truck.

Phil inside, see looks big, huh?

I liked this painting by Amelia.

How does this bff friend of mine always manage to look so fab, even rendered horizontal when her back goes out? For revenge I told everyone, “it’s OK, she just drank too much”  :)

Phil loading up to go to some motorcycle thing. OK by me, makes him happy and he looks cute in the outfits.

Making the cheese, so cool.

Hog Island for oysters, clams and mussels. With my lame old iphone you can’t hear the music.

also too bad you can’t include the smell, nothing like it.

After remorseless plying from conniving but skilled child lobbyists for over 7 years (see above Colette circa 3th grade) we relented and adopted Maisie Bardot (shelter name: Left Over). There were better looking kittens, but she had  the loudest purr and the requisite maniacal tail chasing, and so yeah.

What can it mean?

Filmyard on Divis—Even though we are lame at returns and always owe them a lot, I don’t mind so much as I would if it was Blockbuster.  This week we got old Starwars, Trimph of Love (better than expected, Colette thought she was getting a random lame chick flick and it was, only in a fun twisted Bertolucci way) and Camille Claudel, which I still like, but didn’t age so well editing-wise.

Colette noticed this poster first and took the picture, but since it was my iphone and I gave birth to her I’m claiming it. um yeah, :).

A while ago the girls and I took off walking like we do sometimes and this is what we ran into in the alley behind SFMoMA:

Artcarts [in this case Mike Shine’s] are even more fun than foodcarts because you get to go inside.

Soft landing no one hurt. Bonus: not MUNI’s fault this time! Photo by chef Phil

Chef Phil rides his (motorized) bike to Hog Island Pt Reyes and brings us back fresh oysters and mussels.

Yee Haw!

I steam up the mussels to perfection and as usual totally incinerate the garlic bread

While C snarfs oysters fab, mussels best ever

The entire grounds of the Nation of Ding Dong can be taken care of with one of these—wearing a skirt, flip flops and drinking a cocktail.

Love that someone is decorating random Muni stops, this one has Plastic AND Reticualted flowers.

Seriously, it sounds weird, but this is really fun. You spend a couple of hours a month with Marine biologists and assorted lay people mucking about in the marinas searching for this invasive kelp that can grow an inch per day.

La familia Straw/Aro are OK at finding it, but the best is Annie, someone also from our neighborhood, who shows up in high heels and fashionable skirts. She risks life and limb and gets even slimier than Laine.

The count is down, so we have already made a difference. For now we’re limited to searching the piers, but soon may be moving up to scuba and kayaks. Read about it here

Later we have lunch, with the real mayor of Java House.

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