The week in pictures...

Published again! This time for playboy.com's college bars series...Camper and I went to the Bear's Lair in Berkeley to interview people and take pictures. It was kinda fun, but at the same time, I dirty walking up to these young girls saying, "May I take your picture for playboy.com?"

I may have been busy lately, but that doesn't mean I haven't been taking hundreds of random pictures of everyday life in San Francisco, California. For Friday entertainment...



This little guy was actually posing for his mom at the Moon Festival in Chinatown.



A Shelby Cobra parked on Castro Street.



The Downtown Berkeley BART station.



The Church of Scientology vs. the Transamerica Pyramid.



This guy was sitting at the bar at Badlands in the Castro...with that thing on his head, his headphones in his ears, and reading the newspaper. Keep in mind there was already loud music going on, but he was still in his own world. Good for him.



This little guy lives on Russian Hill.



Downtown just after sunset.



Ana Conda prepares to bite the head off of a Ken doll at Feather Sunday at the Bambuddah Lounge.



An aggressive-looking hotrod in the Outer Richmond district.



This poor thing was about to pass out on MUNI.



Sunset on Russian Hill.

It's MY day. :-)

Yeah, I'm 35 today. It's a beautiful day out, and I'm quite content, even though I'm feeling a bit under the weather.

It started out beautifully...I got my hair cut in the Castro yesterday, and Michael James met me at the barber shop to shoot the shit with Tony (my barber) and me. Afterward, he said he had something for me at his apartment, so we hopped on the 24 Divisadero and rode over to Noe Valley where he lives.

Here's Michael in his cool Noe Valley pad:



He had a really cool apartment, actually. Turns out Michael is not only a talented actor, singer, and performer, he's also a gourmet chef and a baker. He baked me a bunch of spice cupcakes with cinnamon cream butter frosting (all from scratch, mind you) for my birthday. I was absolutely floored...I had to make my own cake last year (trying not to think about last year's birthday, actually) and nobody would even have a piece of it with me...I ate the entire thing by myself.

Dumb faggots and their faggoty diets!

However, this year, I said I wanted cupcakes because they're so noncommital...you don't need a knife, they're a pre-determined size, and you don't feel guilty about eating one as opposed to a huge slice of cake. So I walk into Michael's kitchen and there they are sitting on his aquamarine formica counter...homemade spice cupcakes! They were absolutely marvelous...I am going to go eat one in a second, actually. :-) They were on a cool Pottery Barn plate that was part of the whole package...what can I say, the guy has class.



He brought me a glass of water and we hung out for a bit before heading back to my place. Right before we left, I took this portrait of him through his antique Brownie Hawkeye camera...look at the viewfinder above the lens:



I like that shot.

So we hopped on the J-Church and headed back downtown...I was fading fast, as I haven't been sleeping very well lately. I was also running a low-grade fever, and when we got back to my house, I made some frozen pizzas and a sandwich and Michael popped over to the Chinatown Walgreens for some Ny-Quil. We then got comfy on my new couch to watch the movie Nine to Five (Michael had never seen it and I'm game for watching that movie ANY TIME as it's my favorite).

Here's the couch...it was a little birthday gift to myself:



Thing is, the Ny-Quil kicked in and I fell asleep curled up on the sofa with my head in Michael's lap. It was honestly the best sleep I'd had in weeks.

I think I may have a crush on him. Well see.

Anyway.

Tonight Chris A. is going to have a little cocktail party for me in his apartment in Pacific Heights, which means I'd better get some laundry done this afternoon so I can look presentable tonight...the only clean thing I have left is a pair of sweatpants and a Trannyshack sleeveless T-shirt.

Also...I'm not done with this template...I have many more blogs to enter in my blogroll, along with some other stuff from my old template. I've just been busy.

I'd also like to extend a very happy birthday to a few other folks who are celebrating today...for one, Matthew Rush. I got to hang out with him a few weeks ago at a Chi-Chi LaRue party downtown. We were both a little drunk, but we talked for about a half hour or so. Nice guy, actually.



Also, Renel Brooks is celebrating today...she's the morning DJ on 98.1 KISQ here in San Francisco.



And of course...Joan Jett. She's exactly ten years older than me.

published!

That's Camper English in that picture...I shot it up on my roof. We did a huge photo shoot a few weeks ago because he had been interviewed in The Village Voice in New York (Click on that link now and you'll see that photo on their front page) so he could promote his new book, Party Like A Rockstar, Even If You're Poor As Dirt. Anyway, they published the article today.

Awww yeah. It's cool having one of my photos in the Village Voice. I'm going out to the Castro now to join Daigle (he has a new header I made him) and The Good Doctor for celebratory cocktails in the Castro. If you're in the neighborhood, join me. :-)

If you want to buy this book (you really should) for a very limited time only, you can order one directly from him and he'll ship you a copy immediately.

If you ask nicely he might even autograph it for you.



I know I said I wouldn't post anything else in here until I was done with my template but I've been busy.

suffering from blog depression?

I found this gem today on thenonist.com via data jockey. Absolutely brilliant.

There's even a pdf file for it...a must-read.