Electrolicious

Five years ago, Andreas bought a jacket at a flea market in France. This is him wearing it on the day it was purchased in May of 2003. Andreas loved that jacket. It was hemp, had two asymmetrical zippers, and a fabulous double kangaroo pouch in the front.
The jacket went on many adventures. It […]

I’m so used to ignoring most local music (indie rock and techno just aren’t my scenes, despite numerous friends’ efforts) that somehow Blue Scholars snuck right past me. I’m totally in love with the production and omg, those hometown lyrics. Hometown politics, hometown landmarks, hometown poetry. “Inkwell” and “Burn Offering” in particular are extra awesome. […]

I grew up a tomboy at a boarding school… with horrid clichéd uniforms. Then my college wardrobe consisted of sweatshirts and pajama pants. Now here I am in my late twenties and I discover I have no personal style. Really honestly shamefully none. And I don’t even where to start. So my question is basically […]

This weekend Dre and I went on a little retreat to Harbin Hotsprings, a hippie hotsprings resort a few hours north of SF. We have a friend who lives/works there with his partner, and we figured what better excuse to visit than having a hippie host to show us the ropes?
We had a most delicious […]

Are there any books you recommend or any other sites/writers you find inspiring?
Sure, here are a few reads I’ve been inspired by:

My Misspent Youth by Meaghan Daum
Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris
A Woman Trapped in a Woman’s Body: (Tales from a Life of Cringe) by Lauren Weedman
Last Days column by David Schmader
The World […]

As an over-thinking narcissist (I’m sorry: post-modern neurotic? self-actualized individual?) it seems like I’m always trying to explain myself to myself. I’m always picking apart the what and trying to get to the why of who the hell I am. Sniffing around for explanations for this person I’ve ended up as, it’s like a solipsistic […]

If Remedy were traded publicly, I would buy up all their stock. I love that place, and I love the people that work there. They treat regulars like friends and their shots of macha tea are like a jolt of liquid green speed, but without the scabs and itching.

You know you’re a Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab convert when you start your day by squawking “OW! I got the Sacred Whore of Babylon in my eye!”

First read, then listen. Do you think he’s actually talking to Janet Jackson and Prince? I’m unconvinced.

Here’s an embarrassing admission: every once in a great while I get a craving for this enormous crappy salad they make at Olive Garden. Despite being called “Garden-Fresh Salad,” the iceberg lettuce was likely grown hydroponically in a warehouse, and it sure as hell ain’t fresh (or nutritious). I have no idea why I occasionally […]