zzzzzz II

I don't know how many of you who read this blog actually follow baseball, hell, I don't know anyone who actually read this bullshit blog. But anyway, Julio Franco, one of the oldest dude who ever play in the MLB, turned 47 yesterday. This dude is pretty amazing. There are bunch of young kids in the majors who probably can't run as fast, hit as good as he can, and he is old enough to be their dad.

And the reason why he is so old and still so good? I read a column yesterday about him, supposedly he takes a nap every afternoon on the couch in the clubhouse. Now we have something here. Not that I will ever able to hit a baseball even if my life depend on it, but it goes to show you that a little zzz in the afternoon does wonder. Maybe it should be written into a law or something.

That, and everyone eating fried chicken on friday for lunch.

it is god damn cold up in this bitch!

I know people who live in northern california really can't complain about the weather. The winter is really mild, it rains a little, but it is nothing compare to the northwest. The summer is really quite mild too, not nearly as hot as so-cal. But here is the bay area, there is lots of different micro-climate, and in the beautiful city of san francisco where I live, that means the fog. I am not really bitching, but when rest of the country is bathing in glory sunshine, out in their back yard cooking some sort of dead animal over fire, I am here freezing my ass off. Okay, maybe it is not freezing, but it is like 50 degree every morning when I walk out of my door. You might get like total of 2 minute of sun at around 2:30, if you have been a really good kid. Then it is fog all over again, blowing wind, really low and gray sky, and fucking cold.

Although I have been living here for like four years now, I struggle to face this every summer. I think it will be nice, I hope it will be nice, and of course, it is fucking nasty. August is probably the worst. And this summer, I got a cold. It has been about 10 days now, and I still feel like shit. I am really sick of this crap. The only consolation I have is seeing all the stupid tourist coming to the city for vacation thinking it will be warm since it is in california, only to find out that this is the coldest place in the country right now. Anyone you see here wearing a cheaply made, bright yellow fleece jacket with a big SF logo has to be from out of town.

I need a vacation to some place warm, alaska sounds good. Maybe Canada. Or even Wisconsin. Anyone of those places seems lovely right now. I don't really want anything fancy, I don't need a beach or cocktails with stupid umbrellas. I just need a bit of sun, lots of sleep, lots of sitting on my ass doing nothing, and fried chicken. Is that too much to ask for? Appearantly it is, in san francisco, in the middle of august.

Don't stand too close to me right now III

Last nigh, went to oakland, because Kevin got a shit load of samples from sales reps trying to get his account at B. There were like 15 pound of skirt steak, maybe 10 pounds of flank steak, 15 pound of chuck, and like three whole chicken. All these shit were like organic and hormone free and stuff. We tested the flank steak, put together a plate that is going to be on the menu as a special today. We drank a bottle of spanish rose while cooking and had a bottle of the currant vintage of andrew murry syrah, I enjoyed both of them. It was a pretty good meal, we probably ate like two pounds of beef each, at least.

So after all that beef last night, I went with a few people from work today to this mexican place in the mission for lunch today. I don't eat a lot of mexican food, and going to mission for mexican food is like going to chinatown for chinese food. If you don't know the place, you are probably going to end up getting just bullshit that caters to white people. Fortunately Joe knows the place to go, again, I don't know that much about mexican food, but I probably had the best taco I ever had, with a big thing of watermelon juice. It was awesome.

Since we were already in the mission, and popeye is only a few blocks away, and it being friday and all. So I had to get a couple piece of fried chicken on the way back.

now it is time for a nap, and please, if you know any better, don't stand too close to me right now.

B

At 11 this morning, Kevin, Misty and Don opened the door to their new restaurant: "B", in a gorgeous space in Downtown Oakland's old oakland neighborhood. It has been a lot of hard work to make this happen, and I am sure it is going to be a great success.

For those who know me, I am not one of the hardest working person in the world, I like to take naps in the afternoon, I get distracted easily, and I don't really stay at work that late. But I don't really see myself as a lazy person. And yet when I see how much time and energy these guys put into their now two restaurants, I feel pretty useless.

Well, self loathing aside, I am really happy for them. I will try to get a picture of the place and post it soon.

Don't bring me anything!!!

My parents are in town for a couple of days. For like the last 10 years, I only see them about once or twice a year, with them living in Taiwan most of the time and all. So it is always nice to see them. In the last couple of years, I have noticed a couple of things about them. The obvious one is that they are getting old, gray hair (mom), thinning hair (dad), and all the complains about how they can't walk the hills of san francisco. The other thing I have notice is that they don't listen. I am not sure if they ever listened to what I have to say, but lately, it is just getting ridiculous.

Right before they came, they phoned me and asked me what I want. I emhatically said: "Don't bring me anything!!! Not a god damn thing" !!! And yet, yesterday, when I saw them, they had like five of six bags between them, and half of the shit is for me, all kinds of radom shit too, like couple pounds of dry murshrooms (I still have a shit load from last time), tea (same), roasted peanuts ("they sell peanuts here, mom"!), the list just goes on and on.

Of course you can't blame them, they care about me a lot, and they still think they know what is good for me like when I was 8. But it is interesting how they always said that I never listened to them when I was growing up, and now it is like a revenge, they will never listen to me now they are getting old. The table is turned, I drove them nuts as a kid, now they are going to drive crazy as senior citizens.

it sure is good to see them though.