gravity-burst.

(via youmightfindyourself) (via edatrix) whatever this is, i want it.

inspiration for the inspiration-hungry, including yours truly.

Anonymous asked: where did you get that multi-colored top you're wearing in SF, visiting lombard street? it's so pretty!

assuming you’re talking about this (full shirt view), it’s from lois lane vintage. new posts are infrequent but it’s a stellar spot for reconstructed vintage, if you ask me.

katana-ya has still got my favorite ramen to date.

the hunt for something comparable continues… and i swear if one more person suggests urban belly i’ll just stop listening. it’s great, but nowhere near as amazing.

help me fellow chicagoans, please? (freshly handmade preferred, but not necessary.)

kidrobot san francisco is proud to present dunny artist and painter, julie west for a sketch session on thursday, april 7 from 6-8pm. come on down and get a custom sketch just for you. bring in your favorite julie west toy, a sketch book or scoop up a MUNNYWORLD figure when you get here. (via kidrobotrules)

it’s stuff like this that makes me wish their pop-up store never bombed in chicago.

i’d like to be waking up to this hazelnut gelato/banana crepe today. far distances are unfortunate; we should be past the jetsons generation and skip to teleportation already.

this is the finished product of INSA’s mural on oak & scott. (via sfhaps)

running to stand still.

feeling as tangled as the cable car wires in SF. taken back from the trip in oct.

GPOY the natural candid smile when nothing seemed to phase me and before pessimism kicked in edition.

you know i’m a music snob. i am also a food snob. get over it.
(got it from my papa… i love him)

ahmed is the greatest gay waiter ever. thanks for suggesting the sunny side on this, made a HUGE difference!

48 hours to life.

seriously, i have the weirdest dreams. or it may be just me trying to make sense out of something i don’t need to make sense of, but whatever the case… still weird.

1ST DREAM:

was walking down the block, looking for a specific bar. i can’t remember what the name was (doubt it even exists now that i think about it), but the outside looked like the al fresco dining area of tavern on rush. there was a huge line that went around the corner of the block, so i basically stood out there people watching while i waited. those already seated were drinking beers, each table had at least one 6-pack on their table (the table closest to where i was standing actually had 3 6-packs). i noticed that all the beers were seasonal beers.

when i finally walked through the door of the bar, the inside dining area was barely even full so i couldn’t understand what was up with that line! it didn’t resemble a typical bar or even lounge… the closest thing i could compare it to is the ballroom at the chicago hilton on michigan ave (the space used when we used to volunteer for the charity ball fleur de lis). before i seated myself in the bar area, i passed by this old asian dude — who looked like george takei from star trek — eating something that looked absolutely delicious! apparently someone else caught a glimpse of his plate because some other guy went up to his table the same time i did to ask about his dish. all i remember is it was seared duck with some sort of vegetable and creamy sauce, but i recall no other details.

/end 1st dream

2ND DREAM:

this dream, i remember with much less detail.

i was in san francisco (i could tell by the hills, the architecture and the type of graffiti). i turned a corner into a big white alley and then to a huge empty space that looked like a two-plane garage. i can’t remember anything that went on here i just remember a basketball game going on, don’t know if i was or wasn’t involved. fast forwarding, i was playing in a soccer game, everybody was playing dirty including myself, kept getting pounded into the ground… it was nearly impossible to score a goal! the grass on the field wasn’t even the type of grass i’m used to playing in, a lot of it was dried up and brown. fast forward again i’m walking out of the game back into the big white alley, graffiti straight ahead, directing me where to go. when i’m about to reach the end of the alley things flash back to the dirty soccer game.

/end 2nd dream

i don’t even know why i post these things, but i always feel i need to write it down somewhere so i don’t forget and could analyze it later.

GPOYW the waiting in line @ red door cafe edition.

when i saw these lights @ foreign cinema (more on that dinner later), the first thing that came into mind was the rooftop lights on the set of himym.

GPOY the hellooooo california edition.