Happy New Year! I’ve spent the day so far lazing around, eating leftover pizza and listening to music. And that’s about all I’m going to do, I think.
I’ll be back at work blogging tomorrow.
In the meantime, does anyone have any especially fond memories of Tom Martin and/or Steele from the past year?
Oh, and here’s a video from an Old School New Wave band called Polyphonic Size. It was 1983. They were from Belgium.
We’ll be a group, probably including a teenage girl, but we’re all food-adventurous. Only restriction would be that there need to be some vegetarian options (not necess. vegan).
How big is the group? One place in Berkeley that I love is Cafe Tibet, and not everyone has tried Tibetan food. The lady who runs the place is a great pastry chef too, so you can have Tibetan starters and entrees and then creme brulee/chocolate walnut cake/homemade sorbet if you like.
There will be 4-5 of us, maybe 6 tops.
“Argenti: I am slight of build, and don’t like being drunk. I do like slightly tipsy, on occasion, but not all that often.
I like beer, I like wine. I like spirits. So I tend to have one, or two, of an evening.
When I was fresh back from Iraq… I drank more. Two a night on average, and sometimes three. Happily I don’t seem to be prone to addiction, so I will go days, even weeks, without.
But you know, “I wonder why you feel the need to drink every night,” but she left it lie.”
I had thought we were both of smaller build, but still, one drink, over time, a day? That’s not drunk by any stretch. As for the rest…yeah, my hallunicogen period was the time between rapes to about a year after…better than drinking myself silly (for comparison, I was about 6 in on my birthday night posting) — I had a stupid psych who insisted on discussing my childhood, she lasted about 3 sessions. Sorry you’ve had similar shit luck.
That would be fine for CafeTibet if you’re interested. In Berkeley I also like Ajanta (awesome Indian place with a menu that rotates new dishes in every month). On the high end and more European, A Cote in Oakland is lovely (and has a great bar). It’s also in Rockridge, which is a good neighborhood to wander around, kind of college-ish, very safe.
My favorite restaurant in San Francisco is Ozumo (Japanese, very expensive, beautiful place). Limon (Peruvian, in the Mission) is also awesome.
Thanks, Cassandra!
Cassandra: Have you been to Ebisu? They do killer sushi. I don’t know what the rest of the menu is like.
The Kitchen Table in Mountain View is really good Kosher.
Yep, been to Ebisu – Mr C used to live near there.
Hangout spots! If it’s a sunny day then Dolores Park Cafe is really nice, plus you can walk into either the Castro or the Mission from there. If you want to go to a museum then a cafe then MOMA + the Yerba Buena Center, and MOMA has a cafe where you can sit outdoors. If you end up in the Mission then Frjtz is nice, and near Limon. If you end up in the Mission and just want a really big tasty burrito then Pancho Villa on Mission/16th is the place to go.
(I’m not listing bars since you have a kid with you, but you can get a drink at Frjtz if you want.)
Argenti: My tolerance is variable. Stress affects it, a lot. Two-three drinks won’t normally have too much effect, but much more than that and I’m going to be feeling it.
When I was at DLI, I was drinking 3-5 drinks in the course of a friday, or saturday. There were nights I probably hit eight-ten. I was under a lot of stress, and probably some of my cope was chemical.
Some nights drinking that much was harmless. Wake up and feel fine. Other nights, two beers in four hours had me feeling horrid in the morning.
“Some nights drinking that much was harmless. Wake up and feel fine. Other nights, two beers in four hours had me feeling horrid in the morning.”
This is why I like vodka and whiskey, neither really gives me a hangover. Though the not-an-ex did coin “drunk-over” when I had a combo of still drunk and OMGS my head.
And yeah, my worst was definitely stress, let’s not get into the amount I downed the week after my OD attempt (way, way too much). I had a psych at the time too, Mr. Med Management only…gave me remeron as a sleeping pill, it specifically says “contraindications: bipolar”. So yeah, I kind of am glad to be officially bipolar, it at least means the end of that shit.
I can easily do 2~3 too, but I don’t drive, so I’m not really sure where my “yeah, I’m actually drunk” limit is.
Cloudiah: You should go to the GLBT History Museum! My uncle is the curator and it is small but very cool. Plus admission is only $5.
Your uncle is the curator of a museum?!?!INTERROBANG Yonkers, that is so cool! I’ll definitely suggest that.
pecunium
What other conversation?
Argenti
Yes, giving a mugger your money, instead of being shot, and taking parole over jail are both not free will decisions. Funny how you ignored that part of it.
Anyone hear anything? Me neither. Here’s a mouse on a skateboard.
Do any of your friends like coffee, cloudiah? If so Blue Bottle is worth trying. The store in Mint Plaza has some really awesome hardware, and the two locations in the Ferry Building are worth visiting if you want to be more touristy. The home base is in Oakland.
RE: Argenti
Holy fucking shit, Remeron! I thought I was the only person who went completely fucking nuts on that. As a teenager, I was given it for nausea and vertigo after a surgery, only to go COMPLETELY BUGFUCK. The parents found one of our kid system members reeling around the bathroom sobbing about the bed trying to eat her; it was our first experience with A-grade insanity.
That’s the reason I refuse to touch benzos. I have no idea WHY we went so completely whack on that shit, but I ain’t never risking it again.
[cloudiah notes the coffee suggestion]
How about some tractors square dancing?
One of the founders, actually. He’s been in the GLBT Historical Society forever. He also consulted for Milk (which, for anyone who hasn’t seen it: See it, seriously).
Naïf
Your uncle is awesome, katz. I love the people who document & preserve history/culture with all my dorky librarian’s heart.
We will try to make it there!
Here’s a manatee involved in a low-speed collision. (No manatees were harmed.)
@cloudiah
I feel like “No manatees were harmed” is something we don’t say enough.
Did you sleep well?
Yeah. No manatees are harmed.
What did you do this weekend?
Not much, caught up on some housework, finished that novel I’ve been reading, tried that restaurant you recommended. No manatees were harmed so it was a really nice time.
That troll sure was making as ass of himself!
Oh well, st least no manatees were harmed.
Maybe we should start a petition to get David to change the tag-line of this blog to “No manatees were harmed.” Then, every time a troll tried to say David was exaggerating, or cherry-picking, or quote-mining, we could all say — “But were any manatees harmed here? No? STFU.”
TRIGGER WARNING:
The point of this blog is to expose misogynists and other terrible people by quoting the hateful things they say. It’s not a safe space. You may run across upsetting and possibly triggering things in the posts and in the fairly loosely moderated comments as well. But no manatees are harmed.
Awesome! Mysogyny. I mock it. Manatees. I harm them not.