At the Jack London Square market today, this herb caught my eye. Do you know what she is?
Leave a comment, and tell me what you'd do with her.
Update: This is mature cilantro that has gone to seed. It's slightly more pungent and bitter than the leaf cilantro we're used to.
Every now and then, you're in the right place at the right time to catch a view through a window you never even noticed was there.
I was held captive in a hotel twenty minutes away from home this week.
I had a captive audience when I presented my research for the first time.
Captive is such an interesting word.
I have this friend, Scott. He's a pretty amazing guy. The kind of guy you go hiking with, talk about really random and personal stuff with, grab a beer with, and devour Ethiopian food with. All in the same day.
Scott also happens to be a very talented photographer, and I'm so proud of him for taking a personal risk and opening his first show this weekend during Oakland Art Murmur (aka, First Fridays).
Oakland, you rock my world.
We're not used to 70° evenings in the Bay Area. They make us rather incautious.
We dig through closets for littler bits of clothing, converge on the handful of sidewalk bars and cafes, spill into the streets feeling sexier and a bit more invincible.
These are the evenings that make every fogged-in sunset and blustery summer day worth it.
At last night's Dorkbot at the Exploratorium, we got to see the engine from the Raygun Gothic Rocketship up close and personal. Beautiful, buzzy, high-voltage scupture makes me happy.
Karen Marcelo, Dorkbot-SF's organizer, has a great video on her Flickr feed. Check it out.
During a particularly difficult moment last year, when I was feeling lost and overwhelmed, a friend told me to "Act as if."
"As if, indeed," I responded bitterly. "You have exactly what you've always wanted. The house, the social circle, the family, the career. You don't know what it means to have to act as if."
All these months later, I recall those words and think about how very different everything is. I think that maybe he was right. If you "act as if," maybe you do get closer to the things you wish for.
Or maybe, you just get closer to being happy with exactly what you have right now.
Last night, I saw a band, Acá, that I can only describe as ambient, jazzy, futuristic post-rock. Their MySpace page has more about them, along with a few tracks for your listening pleasure.
The sheer passion and rawness emanating from their saxophonist was stunning.
Full circle and then some.
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