Eiríkur: A New Spelling of my Name
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The Biomythograpy, Misadventures and Other Sh*t of San Francisco’s Literary Outsider Eiríkur.
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Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Sunday, January 23, 2005
[Overheard] Therapy
While walking down Noe Street towards Duboce Park at 10:30 PM. Guy 1: "You need a therapist." Guy 2: "I'll write my own personal philosphy on acceptance, thank-you-very-much." Guy 1: "Bitch." Guy 2: "Bitch." Dog: "Bitches."
Saturday, January 22, 2005
Thursday, January 20, 2005
[AVFMC] The Details
I was being rather pissy at work when lunch rolled around. When I walked out the door I thought to myself, be in the moment-- do not think about how you wish things were but take pleasure in how they are. It was quite the undertaking. The sun was shining quite brightly on Shotwell, a street I usually pass by while walking to Rainbow Grocery. Trying to be in the moment I seized upon the opportunity. I looked up at a rather non-descript apartment building and under the bay window I found this painting. It made me pause, smile and take a picture. There was this one too-- so Merlin.
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
[Dining] The Last Supper Club
Jim, Lisa, Lisa (without the Cult Jam) and I dined at The Last Supper Club last night. The food was fair; I felt the flavor could have been more well rounded. The service was excellent, the women that work there are very pretty. It helps that they have beautiful breast, tiny wastes and look good in red. One of the Lisa made a joke about the ambience. Of course it is "The Last Supper Club," so it's supposed to have that feel with its stained glass, pictures of angels and booths that looked and felt like pews. Only we weren’t dining on the flesh and blood of Christ, instead opting for Blood Orange-tinis and sliced baguettes with olive oil, garlic and parsley dip. I was a little sad that no one wanted to wash my feet :( Our conversations mainly centered on vacations, each of them being nurses with a tremendous amount of PTO available to accrue. I of course was jealous, as I only get 10 PTO days a year which are sick days and vacation combined. The other Lisa was talking about spending six weeks in Africa and Europe. Why, oh why didn’t I become a nurse? We spent two and a half hours at the restaurant. During the course of our meal, the table next to our booth hosted two different sets of people. The latter of whom, I couldn’t help but stare at. The gentleman looked as though he was sucking sour grapes the whole time he sat there with his girlfriend. He also used his knife to put the olive-oil onto his bread. Fascinating. At some point he started to notice I was watching him (probably when I asked the Lisa sitting next to me if she thought he was retarded) but I didn’t really care.
Sunday, January 16, 2005
Friday, January 14, 2005
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
[Real Life] Email Roulette
Need something else to do, instead of reading blog after blog? How about Pilinko's Email Roulette? They say it's the finest entertainment to hit the net since spam! Of course, I suggest you set up a new Yahoo! email account before you begin.
Monday, January 10, 2005
[Real Life] Got a Light?
Walking and sippin' my Jamba Juice this morning, I strayed from my usual path to work. Taking 15th Street past Dolores, I came across a woman in an electric wheelchair. She was carrying some sort of white and red box placed precariously on her lap. She zipped past me towards the corner. A loud crash filled the still morning air. The box fell in front of her chair. She kept crashing into it like it was a bumper car. No one else was around. I was going to have to help this lady. As I approached she was yelling, slurring the words, "Sooooome body 'elp meeeee!" I stopped to the side of her. She seemed to be in her forties, haggard by elements, reeking of booze and tobacco. The box turned out to be a small microwave oven. I picked it up and placed it in her lap. She still said, "Sooooome body 'elp meeeee!" I noticed her purse was caught between the right side wheels. I maneuvered it out, trying not to get myfingers smashed because she kept moving the chair back and forth. "They lie abooooout me!" She cried, "I jus' wanna cigarette! The people in the alley lie!" I was still kneeling, when I noticed on her right hand were some brass knuckles. Then the bitch took a potshot at my head. She didn't tag me because I jumped back, not that it would have mattered since she had all the strength of Mr. Burns from "The Simpsons." Surprised I laughed out, "Fuck you." I shook my head, turned and walked away. She yelled towards me as I reached the corner, "Heeeey yoooou, got a light?"
Thursday, January 06, 2005
[Real Life] Zipper Dinner
These are a few of my favorite description of porn clips I had to view today at work: Awesome hunk zipper dinner Bacon men draw fuck pussy Salami fuck bend cock Beefy men skin the banana Dual brawn pull some peepee Comely stud bite the crank Twinkie sucked until eject filling Strong men fuck in the teeth Two left-handed cock lovers Hard body trio give cone Gay sucking strong penis Hunk me cover fuck anus Hunk fuck chain blowhole Dishy hunk butthole surfing Cunning men butthole surfing Cruel hardcore fuck in bedroom Hard body bully in muzzle Hot boy likes to suck in primeval forest Hairy construction worker balder got eaten by his work mate European twink loves to eat huge muscular big black hunk meat The doctors have sexual desire and have gangbang in meeting room Jose and Rodney having a pre entrée muscles fucking for dinner Five masculine big biker gang filling up the ass power before the race
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
[Real Life] Tsunami Donations
I posed this question/rant to a friend this morning: Am I the only one who finds the news headlines that report how much "celebrities" are donating to the Tsunami victims tacky? Also, the apparent race the media has made with how much countries have donated in loans and grants? "We've got Australia in the lead, followed by Japan. USA is trailing..." I think it would be better, for celebrities to step back and just give money without the recognition. But that's obviously asking too much, since they all crave their names in the headlines. He responded: Oddly enough Matt Lauer is covering this currently on “Today.” Apparently Sandra B. made the donation of 1M before and did so quietly, and didn’t do it for recognition. The others like Leo DiCaprio did a movie in Thailand, and he donated to UNICEF. I say, let it be known. Let’s shame everyone into donating. The $350M that the US has pledged equals to $1.19 per American. I think of all things my tax dollars should go for helping people instead of building a B1B Stealth bomber. My response: Your point is taken however your optimism surprises me. To think the US would divert funds from building war crafts to help the victims surrounding the Indian Ocean is, well, naïve. I think it’s proven, over time, that the US will cut funding to beneficial programs that help its citizens, like education, before it delays the production another Stealth bomber.
Monday, January 03, 2005
Sunday, January 02, 2005
[Real Life] Resolution
I've never been one to make resolutions of any kind due to a new year. However, if I were to make any adjustments it would be simply to give even more of my time to people and causes I care about. If you have yet to make a donation to the victims of the tsunami in Asia, two charities I suggest are Oxfam & UNICEF. When I worked with Amnesty International a few years ago, my work eventually led me to organizations that helped exploited children. With all the news about disaster relief and the impending health risks, I think the media has really overlooked (so far) how children in Southeast Asia can be exploited, especially if their parents are dead.