Friday, September 30, 2011

Made in America American Messenger

I spent Thursday morning in Anchor Steam's brewery with Nancy Pelosi and 12 San Francisco manufacturers. It had all the staples of a legit political event - a minute-by-minute schedule, giant flags, shuffling staffers and women's pantsuits in loud colors (photos here). But Pelosi surprised us all. She was supremely confident but very personable; she listened then asked pointed questions, talked about her grandkids and then gnawed on San Francisco's oldest baguette. She also looks incredibly good for 71!

Politics aside, Pelosi was inspiring. And so is this amazing one-of-a-kind messenger we made for her in Timbuk2's San Francisco factory.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Tiny Huge Coordination

Rare: Bikes that are my size
Common: Matchy-matchy single speeds in the Mission
Rare: Coordinated u-locks
Spotted @23rd & Shotwell.

Monday, September 26, 2011

Goat in the Name of Love

It started with a chance encounter in the laundry room and was followed by a Thanksgiving ambush, a courtship, world travel, a roofdeck buildout and finally, an engagement. Alas, a reason to roast a goat! But how does one roast a goat on a San Francisco roofdeck? Easy! Rope in Big John and the @TheWholeBeast team.

Step 1) Buy and "process" (aka slaughter) goat. Ours came from Yosemite; he loved Half Dome.
Step 2) Marinate goat for two days in Big John's impossibly good berbere spice goat milk sauce.
Step 3) Body bag goat and deliver to its roasting destination.
Step 4) Haul 40 concrete blocks, ~12 ceramic tiles, enough wood for four hours of burn, several sheets of plywood, a custom-built, slightly terrifying, steel roasting rack, a saw, armfuls of pots and pans and side dishes for 30 up four flights of stairs.
Step 5) Build an oven.
Step 6) Start a fire, put the goat in its rack and start rosting.
Step 7) Inspect goat while roasting and listen to your stomach, calling out for goat.
Step 8) Keep the pup sober.
Step 9) And don't forget about the head. . .

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Jacaranda Survival of the Fittest

Jacarandas are my favorite trees on the planet and they seem to follow me everywhere I go. Santa Barbara, Sydney, Arusha, Jinja, Paris, San Francisco. There are dueling Jacarandas in front of the Timbuk2 office, but one is clearly stealing the other's thunder.

Shotwell @ 20th Street, San Francisco.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011


I can't get enough Ever. I often wear multiple pieces without realizing it. Today? Three: pants, top, sweater.

Minis Squared

Why doesn't everyone use Square? It made buying Mission Minis for my Feldenkrais & Iyengar yoga certified programmer friend's birthday so simple.
Mini delivery. Part of a very San Francisco gifting experience.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Khaki Tacos

The Gap has a taco truck. Bueno?
Pico de Gap tacos come with a $20 off coupon for the 1969 denim collection. Find khaki tacos @picodegapSF.

It's Better At The Beach

My good friend Buz and his amazing wife Charlene live in upcountry Maui. We're lucky enough to hang with them every year when we visit Paia. Buz always invites us up to his house and blows us away with lilkoi martinis and made-from-scratch wonders like moussaka or flowerless chocolate cake.

As if I needed more prodding to move to the islands, this is Buz's recap on his latest dinner for two.
Buz's take on a Bloody Mary: "Excessive perfect tomato consume ice cubes + vodka + basil + chive flowers & a sprig of celery. Divine and very consumable."
We don't even need to ask if he grew this stuff. He did.
Nothing to see here.
Buz's backyard in Maui.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Buggu Joy

Baggu is based in San Diego, but given their brand name and packaging, they must be Japanese.

Efficient packaging, a tiny footprint and elephants. What more could you ask for? Thanks @swinespace!

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Beautiful Tomboy

I discovered today via the GOOP newsletter (I never thought I'd mock and follow Gwenyth but it's happening). I find a relief. It's unapologetic about all things tomboy and celebrates the slouchier side of feminine with gorgeous but accessible photos. And if this amazing product grid and images of surfers, tennis players and Defender-driving babes weren't enough to hook me, the author's name is Lizzie (I'll give her a rare pass on the spelling).
As a kid my Mom was *so* good to me. She kept the peace on our anual back to school Gap binges by allowing me one item from the boy's section for every item of girl's clothing I selected. I remember attending my Aunt's opening on Broadway as an eight year-old in a blazer, tie and skirt (aka the compromise). I'd never felt cuter and it must have killed my mom.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Missoni Madness

Missoni's launch for Target was so hot it crashed yesterday. But Target managed to keep things light in what was undoubtedly a nausea-inducing afternoon. This is a fun way to message very bad news:
Read more about the crash here.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

The Polyvore Miracle

Polyvore is incredible. Per yesterday's post, I've become obsessed with Matt Berson's Antika boots; wearing them would pay homage to my mountaineering exploits, satisfy my daily need for mensware and keep my toes from going numb. But I don't want to look like a dude or super grungy hipster. So I turned to Polyvore for advice.
Within 10 minutes I had answers.
Incredibly helpful, fast and effective!

Monday, September 12, 2011

A Matt Bernson Love Affair

Matt Bernson thinks out loud and I love it. So does Giselle. He makes me pray for sandal weather and look for excuses to own shearling boots in San Francisco. His shoes are hot, comfortable and not spotted every day. But he doesn't stop there; his branding is insane. Check out this product description.

As for my next purchase? Urban mountaineering boots.

Friday, September 2, 2011

The Quest for the Perfect Pasta

I ghost wrote form Tom on MyChef today about his mastery of the perfect pasta. Amen! His latest renditions have featured homegrown tomatoes and caesar salad with roofdeck romaine. The amount of labor required to wash and prepare lettuce for human consumption is humbling. I now resist the urge to mow on greens knowing that every bite counts. And I bow down to the pasta Gods for Tom has seen the light.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Limb Loppers

Second only to Venice's recently raided Rawesome Foods, Limb Loppers is my favorite business name. And I'm not entirely convinced the guy who drives this rawesome truck is actually a lopper of limbs. He's very slight and way too hip; I think he just digs the truck.