Friday, September 29, 2006

two dog farm



Most americans are trend followers, and farmers markets and organic this and that bullshit is all the rage nowadays. What use to be a good way for farmers to bring their bounty directly to consumers without the middle man now is turning into a fucking three ring circus. In the bay area, farmers markets are full of fucking yappies and their prices are through the roof. At the SF ferry building farmer's market, you can get some of the most beautiful seasonal produce money can buy, but it is often even more expensive to shop there than wholefoods.

At the civic center farmers market, however, since it is right next to the ghetto, it has not been mob by the fucking yappies nearly as much. A lot of farmers that sell here aren't necessary organic, but it is still really good seasonal shit and at fraction of the price.

I have been buying stuff there every sunday since I moved here in 2001. And there is this one stand called 'two dog farm' (a lot of the stands here have no names), run by this scrawny dude who always wears a red hooded sweatshirt (I can't fucking remember his name). He is only there from maybe july through october. His main product is these dry farmed tomato (both heirloom and non-heirloom varieties), and I swear they are the most delicious tomato I have had. In the age that heirloom anything seen to attract the most attention, my favorite is actually these non-heirloom ones. I think he called them early girl at one point, but he doesn't any more. They are smallish, round and usually bright red, and have thick skin, but the flavor of these things are just fucking unbelievable. I eat them raw like an apple, I eat them in a simple salad with watercress or arugula and basil, I use them in soups, I use them in braised dishes, I use them in sauces ......., I can't stop eating them. At only $2 a pound or 3 pounds for $5 (if you don't know how much good tomoto cost, trust, this is cheap), I eat as much as I can until the end of the season.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

duan for president, part II


So the t-shirts are here!!!! you can see duan taking his customary post lunch nap, with the t-shit as his blanket. sucks to be those who didn't get one.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

I think I know who this is.......

The indian dude that works in our research group found this shit on craigslist today (no, he doesn't do much work):

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Man fixes PCs in exchange for second base
From Craigslist SF Bay Area:
I'll Fix Your Computer if You Let Me Feel Your Boobs - 26 (haight ashbury)

Cute/nice IT guy/PC specialist will fix your computer in exchange for a gentle feel of your boobs. I'm a totally non-creepy (really) professional who will repair your hard drive, back up files, install software and peripherals, whatever, for an innocent grope. I have a lot of tech knowledge in my life and regrettably no boobs. Serious inquiries only and thanks.

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well, the guy I think may have posted this does not really fit the description he gave to himself, but I have a feeling it is him. By the way, dose any IT guy you know fit the description given here (cute, nice, non-creepy)? Is that even possible?

Thursday, September 14, 2006

front porch



so this dude I know who use to manage a really good restaurant around the corner from my friend matt's bar, kevin (not my friend kevin B, who opened boxed foods company, B oakland and will soon open B san francisco), recently just opened this place in the mission called Front Porch. On the day my religion was born, I went there to have our first gathering with some of my followers (curly hair, the columbian,...). The place is awesome, it is a cross between being homey and hip, and yes, it does have a front porch, complete with a few old rocking chairs.

it has just beer and wine right now, along side well chosen imported and local premium beers, it serves 24oz cans of bud and king cobra (for the stupid hipsters). We got there around five, when it was still empty, but by my third pint, the place was packed by both older couples with kids having a nice supper in the neighborhood, and hipsters who are looking for the next 'cool' place no one else knows about. He is got all his bases covered.

You can't go wrong with a menu that has fried chicken, chicken liver with onions, AND heirloom tomato. Here is me taking a huge bite of the awesome chicken liver/carmalized onion/toast. It was stupid how good it was.

I wish kevin all the success (I think he is already there), the only down side of this place in my view are the hipsters.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

duan for president

although I just graduated this summer, I still see myself as sort of part of the bioengineering group here at ucsf/ucb, since I am now stayiing here as a postdoc. So we have this retreat every fall, all the students attend. And we make like a t-shirt for it. This year, we have a contest for t-shirt logo. Everyone vote on the entries and the winner will be put on the t-shirts. But somehow, one of the shittiest design won this shit (I don't have a picture of that logo, but if I go take a dump and take a picture for you, that will be what the logo look like).

So we decided (me and my friend curly hair) to make our own t-shirts. and here what we got:

link: duan for president

At the retreat last year, I tried to nominate duan for president of our student association, but it was shut down by couple of douche-bags because he was then already a postdoc, not a graduate student. I thought it was fucking bogus, since he would have been a great dictator we all want.

If you also want one of these t-shirt, please let us know by this friday (9/15/06)

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

that ain't fuck news

I think it is fucking stupid when you watch network TV news and they interview someone on the street. Sometimes they get someone who is completely incoherent and doesn't even understand the question, sometimes they get someone who is so fired up they get emotional and start crying. Although these are good unintentional comedy at times, they got to be the most useless part of any TV news, ever. Give me some facts, non of these bullshit. A tree hugging liberal who hasn't showered in three days telling me that bush is an idiot on TV is telling me something I don't know? Or a guy with shotgun rack on his truck telling me that we should bomb the shit out of Iran is turning me into a supporter for more military action in middle east? negative and negative.

The bottom line is, these fucking tv interviews of a few people on the street is a grosely under sample of what is really going on here in this country. this fucking place is becoming so divided on so many different issues, that elections are decided not by who is the best person for the job, but by who the people agree with more on these fucking issues that are mostly irrelevent for most of the people (like guns, abortion or gay marriage, what are the percentage of the population being effected by gay people not getting married, compare to the percentage of people being effected by the war?).

Of course, I am just rambeling on things you already know, what I am trying to say is, if more people just understand the principle of nowarmsoda, and practice the seven virtue, I don't think I would be bitching about these things.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

nowarmsoda

On August 25th, I saw the light. I think it was probably because there was a crack in my blinds at my desk. But then I had a vision. I am starting a religion. The religion will be called nowarmsoda, but with a different pronunciation (you will have to hear me say it). Of course you will ask, what does it actually mean, or what is this bullshit religion all about? Will, the essence of nowarmsoda is not being a jackass, douche-bag, dip-shit, or someone like that. It sounds simple, because it is. The reward for not being a jackass is that you are not a jackass. By not being a jackass, you are a step closer to actually being cool. I can go on and on (I will, at our gatherings) about the unbounded benefit of practicing nowarmsoda.

out of thin air, I got the following seven virtues that all worshipers of nowarmsoda must adhere to

in no particular order:

1. act on you instinct

2. when you got something to say, don't hold back

2b. but.....before you talk shit about or to someone, think, if what you are about to say apply to yourself, shut the fuck up.

3. evolution gave us two legs and two arms, used them to go see something cool, do something good

4. when you really think about it, there is just no reason to do something to make someone feel bad

5. everyone is indecisive sometimes, be indecisive on your own time

6. exercise patience and restrain in the face of those who are not allow to be part of nowarmsoda (i.e. jackass, dip-shit, douche-bag and such)

7. when someone does something nice or good for you, be appreciative (don't be stingy when cash tip is involved)

we will have regular meetings whenever I feel like it. all are welcome to participate, call for time and place, it usually involves some kind of alcoholic beverages and or some sort of mind altering substances. I am just waiting for some non douche-bag celebrity (is that possible) to donate a shit ton of money so I can build our first gathering place. And I am taking suggestion on a symbol or a logo of some sort.