Lola seems a bit off the past couple days - dog days of summer or old girl crankys I guess #themorninglola
I don’t have a photo of my dad handy, but this is just as good. Maybe better. He grew up in the 1930s Haight/Ashbury. He loved to tell stories about walking across the bridge on opening day and sneaking into Sutro Baths. He loved to cook and eat. He was always bringing home abandoned animals and people who needed a nice meal. I remember he cried when Bobby Kennedy was shot. He was a proud union man and loved watching old movies late at night. He taught me to speak my mind and was always interested in my opinion. He passed suddenly when I was ten, just a few days before the opening of BART, which he was very excited about and planned to ride on opening day. Photo credit: @karlthefog
Changed out bookshelves for coat and shoe locker type thing….thinking of washi tape instead of painting the bare wood where shelves used to be #LazyHomeImprovements #OrMaybeTrendsetter #JustAddColor #shacklandia
The last in our lil’ series of James Beard Award-nominated stuff from LP: The Secret Lives of Chefs by Lisa Hanawalt! This comic also appears in her upcoming book MY DIRTY DUMB EYES, published by Drawn & Quarterly.
Here’s this comic in full! Thanks Lucky Peach!
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Huzbeau’s homemade granola is so good I can’t wait to dish it up, I just eat it from the jar with a spoon…if you come over, you may want to pass on the granola. #doubledip
We independently found not insignificant chunks of change lying in the streets of San Francisco - specifically : Cole Valley. I take it as a #sign. #daythirteen #theidearoom #TheStreetsArePavedWithGoldOrAtLeastTwentyDollarBills
~ Everyday Etiquette: A Practical Manual of Social Usages by Marion Harland and Virginia Van De Water, 1905
“At forty-five, I feel grateful almost daily to be the adult I wished I could be when I was seventeen. I work on my arm strength at the gym; I’ve become pretty good with tools.
At the same time, almost daily, I lose battles with the seventeen-year-old who’s still inside me. I eat half a box of…