The Daily Sabs

today's farmer's market was bustling. now that spring is here, there are loads of different kinds of fruits and vegetables, including long stalks of sugar cane. my mom is from taiwan and whenever we would visit we would eat sugar cane from street vendors. it is hands down one of my favorite things in the whole world. so naturally, when i saw one, i had to grab it. i also then carried it all over the muni, the library, the bart, and the mission. i imagine i looked totally awesome and absolutely hardcore, or totally ridiculous.

ps. i love the library and the online request system. ex machina 3, 4, and 5 are mine to devour!

pps. scottel didn't leave, he's on the extended stay plan. that's okay with me. we made such beef in his honor.

ppps. i had a dentist appointment today, do you think he'll be thrilled to hear that i left his office to go gnaw on some sweet wood?

my morm has this thing she says. the phrase is, "that's a peautiful."

we're not sure if it was meant to be beautiful or pitiful. we think it was supposed to be pitiful, but we prefer the idea of her fully understanding sarcasm and saying beautiful instead. for example, if you tell her that someone sent the wrong paperwork, she would say, "that's just peautiful." -- see, it could be pitiful (as in they did a pitiful job) or beautiful (as a sarcastic way of saying they screwed up).

to be honest, we still haven't figured it out, but it doesn't really matter now. you see, the two words have become fully interchangable. that's right, in our household we use the same word for beautiful and pitiful. for example, you can say, "the weather is gorgeous, it's so peautiful outside today." or you could say, "he did a peautiful job and totally screwed up the order." sure it's a bit confusing, but i prefer to think of it as open to interpretation.

so you tell me, was it a peautiful day, or a peautiful day?

this will be our fourth summer in this house, but only our third growing season. each year i try to grow a bunch of things, and while i've been successful with some things (see cucumbers in november) i've mostly learned that san francisco has crazy microclimates and that our backyard only gets sun in one tiny little area. this is why i've decided to move things to the front yard. there's not a lot of space there, but there's a decent sized planter box that gets lots of sunshine. so sayonara horse tails, see you later leftover tulip bulbs, we gotta make room for tomatoes, peppers and more. in fact, i'll throw in some cilantro too just so we can grow some salsa.

and yes i am fully aware that growing things in the front yard seems weird, but i'm on a cul de sac and at the end of a huge hill, so foot traffic is pretty sparse. let's just hope those pesky neighbors don't want salsa first.

a while ago, i abandoned a tried and true love for something shiny and new. and like most affairs, the shiny new thing wasn't as good as i thought it would be. sure it was fun for a while, and there were lots of laughs and late nights, but once we settled down together, i realized that we really didn't have much in common, and that we were hanging together mostly out of obligation. i mean sure, things weren't always great with the first love, and there were definitely low points, but i'm starting to wonder what caused me to throw it all out in the first place. was it really worse than mr. shiny new?

man i've made a huge mistake.

ps. this has nothing to do with randall and i. that part i got completely right.

my morm lives out in the middle of nowhere, it's this bizarre suburbia surrounded by nothing, but she loves it. her yard is huge, and her sky is big. it's a pain to visit, but comforting to be there. no matter when you stop by, there's always homecooked food, and treats for you to take home. today it was a bag full of homegrown oranges money can't buy.

in other news, when i woke up this morning, i was crazy tired, and parts of my legs don't work so good. last night was a huge learning experience, and while i wasn't thrilled with a bunch of the photos i took, there are definitely a few gems. plus, when combined with scottel's, i think we did them right. so, who's next? will we be shooting your wedding?

ps. thanks dad for the howard's

pps. wuwu, always wonderful to see you!

This ghetto faux Pikachu pinata has been in the family for over seven years. I originally bought it for Randall for some reason we can no longer remember. We were going to fill it with candy and have a party, but somehow that didn't happen, and we decided to save it. Then we were going to use it for his 30th birthday party, only we forgot about it when the time finally came. Soon after that it was exiled to the garage where it sat and waited. Then we moved, rediscovered it and decided to use it on my 30th birthday. But between the food, god and guns (I had a faux-Republican party), there wasn't room for a pinata full of candy.

Then we thought maybe we'd break it open at our wedding post-party -- only that didn't happen. So we decided we'd save it for our first anniversary. Unfortunately in all this waiting some creatures found it and had their own pinata party. Little bits of pikachu were strewn all around the back storage part of the garage/basement. We thought we'd keep him anyway, I mean he was just a little beaten up. But you know what? After all this time, I don't think I could handle beating the crap out of him, candy or not. So tonight we said our goodbyes and pika moved into the compost.

this is my putt-putt. i've had it for a year and a half and don't ride it often enough. mostly because the parking situation at work was a hassle. i just got that remedied (for now), so i hope that means I'll be riding more.

when i walked into the office today -- after taking the freight elevator up -- ashley told me i looked like a badass. ha. while i do agree that the helmet and jeans make me look tougher, I'm hardly what you'd call a badass. after all, I call my somewhat historic totally awesome moped a "putt-putt."

but hey, maybe if i'm riding more, i'll learn to be.

i have a tiny ill-managed garden in my backyard. this past summer i managed to grow some herbs, strawberries, tomatoes, and cucumbers. everything grew and i harvested throughout the summer, ending in early september. at this point -- because my garden is ill-managed -- i just left the plants there in various stages of "dead." the cucumber plant was particularly brown and sad looking.

so imagine my surprise when a month ago, some new little guys started growing. in fact these look even more delicious than the last few of the summer. how is it that i harvested cucumbers in early november? oh san francisco, your wacky weather never ceases to amaze me.