Posts Tagged ‘modesto’

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Jesus saw you steal my cactus

July 6, 2010

Photographed by me on Floyd Ave, Modesto, CA.

Matt 18:18-20.

Forgiveness of one another is the most important thing.

Inspiration Station: Star Wars, “That’s no moon” à la Magritte edition

February 5, 2010

As seen on the forums of somethingawful.


“La Trahison des Images/The Treachery of Images” (Magritte, 1928-29), sometimes translated as “The Betrayal of Images.”

Final thought:

Sign on one of the back doors of Vintage Gardens, Modesto, California. I took this at Paolo and Miss D’s wedding and was thinking of Magritte’s pipe the entire time.

It’s a Tina Tuesday!

October 27, 2009

Suddenly I’ve got a lot of little details to attend to today. And I’m elated to say that later in the day I’m going to rendezvous with the Gentleman for some Zombieland, soosh-bombasticos at the ol’ Gardino, and hopefully some very-much-needed heavy, deep, and real chitty chat, not to mention crispy Japanese beers big as my head. All this in mind, I’m handing over the reins for the day to the auto-posting feature.

Ladies and gentleman, the lovely and talented Tina Fey!

“I used to dress up in my best nightgown, which was a peach-colored rayon number with a matching robe, and I would drink soda out of a champagne glass in the dark while I watched The Love Boat. I pretended I was on the cruise. That was so classy.”

Been spendin’ my day with Special K: bonus Beijing Restaurant review

October 2, 2009

Today, Special K sprung from school (last year before college auuugh!) at 1:05 and she and I had plans to go to Maisie’s Sushi, a newish place near downtown that I’ve been wanting to give another spin since the Gentleman and I went a few months back and found it to be, like, “on its way” but not “there” yet, if that jives. However, that plan fell through pretty much immediately as we were unaware that there is a special ordinance in Motown forbidding the operation of a sushi restaurant between 2:00 and 5:00 of a Friday afternoon. Did you know? We did not. We’re not certain, but it’s all we can conjecture given that literally every mothereffing sushi joint in the entire city was closed.

And here is the kicker: three of the some four or five we thought of and buzzed past still actually had their signs on and doors unlocked from lunch. We’d walk in and they’d shake their heads and ruefully claim they were closed. Really? Because there are literally people eating right there at that table. No lie, there were people looking at us with their mouths full of food as we were told no sushi for us. Total sass. Special K remarked as we left Soosh Gardino, “It’s no wonder that restaurants have the highest fail rate of all new businesses,” and we agreed actually being open is always the first step in increasing your customers.

Aye, Kathleen, I guess we will have to try again someday when they are serving the Irish.

So we were like, well, screw sushi then, apparently, and, partly because I wanted to take her somewhere new, partly because we weren’t too far from it, but mainly because Mr. Kite and I were talking about China and the recent 60th birthday of its form of communism, I took her to an old favorite, Beijing. The restaurant, not the city. She has been to the city of Beijing before and I wanted to take her someplace new, remember? You think I’m kidding but I’m not, my girl is a straight-up citizen of the world! I bought her a messenger bag to that exact effect, and put a long crinkly hot pink scarf with black music notes on it inside, because I am pretty sure it is bad luck to give someone an empty purse.

Beijing was just like I remembered: Running long cause I loves my Katohs AND Beijing’s amazing food toooooo much to be silenced! Click here to continue reading the review and see more pictures.

Ghostamus Postamus

September 22, 2009

Am I at the pub, winning at trivia? Who knows! All I know is, I sure hope they still got some Boddington’s, and, if they have, I am just wreckin’ it! I hope it is writing letters home to England, all like, “Dear Mummy and Daddy, everything was going decently until this woman showed up, she is some kind of crazy writer and she calls all her friends by aliases, I think her name starts with an E — she keeps making feral cat noises and drinking pints of me. I fear I shall never see Manchester again!” And it will be right, and its parents will come to me seeking vendetta, but I will just drink them too.


I left the following liberated negative spaces behind last week, I wonder what I’ll be called to pass along tonight?

I was thinking of no longer liberating negative space at the pub but we’ll see if I can keep that resolution.

Unlikely G: Joe Sciabica Farmers’ Market Edition

September 14, 2009

Sciabica Olive Oil Co.’s Joseph Sciabica, a wonderful and dynamic gentleman who is a regular fixture of the market and Modesto’s foodie scene in general, was sitting in his walker this most recent, rainy Saturday when the band began to play “Que Sera, Sera.” He got up from his walker and danced to the final chorus, as everyone sang and cheered. It was one of those really rare, beautiful moments in life that approaches true perfection.

To say this was one of the highlights of the day is to wildly undersell it. (I’m ashamed and sorry that my singing is so loud, but, in all fairness, I was the one holding the camera and so I was closest to its microphone. I almost didn’t share this but I decided to swallow my pride; it’s too wonderful not to widely distribute.)

I hope you find this spontaneous outpouring of g’ness as awesome, life-affirming, and inspiring as I did. If you would like to read more about the Sciabica family history and olive oil pressing in the Central Valley area, here is a piece by Joe himself.

I’m sorry if this reads like a Reading Rainbow book report—but you don’t have to take my word for it!—but it reduced me to a very childlike wonder, so maybe that is a fair explanation.

Good day, sunshine

September 13, 2009

“It’s a dangerous business, going out your front door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.” –Bilbo Baggins, The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring.

I had a really special, good day yesterday. I took my ruby slips and my red umbrella on a few adventures, highlights of which I am still thinking about and look forward to sharing. I plan to write more soon, but it’s the weekend and that means family time, because I’m oldtimey like that. Off to church now, because I am also oldtimey like that.

At the bus stop.

Very magical morning and early afternoon. I’ll explain later. See you soon!