The classiest fam in Hollywood loves Mara’s barrettes; this time Violet rocks them. Nice. Buy em here, and pass it on.
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Poetic pragmatism, neo-transcendentalism, bikes, burritos, basketball.
I always meant to write about my close encounter with public television fame — the only kind that’s worth pursuing, if you ask me — but somehow I got waylaid by summertime, its various parties and good ol times. But I’ve got a sec, so I should just spill it before the good times take hold again. Time spent combing [...]
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You may recognize me from somewhere, somewhere like YOUR TIVO. Pretty much the only thing the director told me: “Don’t look at the camera.” Dang. More on my explosion onto the local public television restaurant-reviewing stage sometime soon; until then you can check out my episode of the Check Please Bay Area here.
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Via Burritophile, an awesome resource for all things burrito.
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Last Friday night was just another night in the penthouse of the Fairmont Hotel for Mara and I. We relaxed in seal-skin robes, shuffled around in baby polar bear ear fur slippers, snorted the finest powdered snow leopard pancreas, fed Kobe beef to the pigeons who delivered the New York Times piecemeal in tiny scrolls [...]
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This weekend I got an incredible book about San Francisco called San Francisco in Maps & Views. I usually avoid glossy coffee-table historical books because they’re so often filled with disappointments — bad color, bad printing, messy layout, uninspired writing, PLUS they’re really expensive. But THIS ONE. This one is different. The maps are very well-reproduced, high-res [...]
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