Saturday, I saw Black Kids, Cut Copy, and Simian Mobile Disco. I'm not going to go into a long review since you guys weren't there and couldn't possibly fathom the sheer awesomeness of it all. But yeah, it was good. SF crowds are usually "too cool for school" and stand there nodding their heads to the beat. Barely alive.

At this show, everyone was dancing and jumping around. There was collective dancey consciousness or something. I went with Scott and all his old raver moves came out and made me laugh all night long. His hypothesis is that all the douchey hipsters were at Coachella so they weren't at the show to be "oh, dancing and showing enthusiasm is so passe."

Sunday, Chris and I went to Half Moon Bay and we found a beach with tide pools. I had fun but I think I have problems with relaxation. It was a beautiful day. Blue skies, no clouds, warm weather. I'm sitting on the beach, drinking a beer and eating granola, but all I could think about was all the laundry I had to do, blah blah. I ended up reading my book which made me feel less like a hobo.

I JUST CAN'T RELAX.
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Oh, I bought new books.

Bobos In Paradise: The New Upper Class and How They Got There by David Brooks

Technopoly: The Surrender of Culture to Technology by Neil Postman

Don't Get Too Comfortable: The Indignities of Coach Class, The Torments of Low Thread Count, The Never- Ending Quest for Artisanal Olive Oil, and Other First World Problems by David Rakoff

The Paradox of Choice: Why More Is Less by Barry Schwrtz
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I found this at the Japanese supermarket. It's pertty much a Kit Kat knock-off, but green tea flavored. An acquired taste, but I liked it.


Party photos rock. Not. This is from Eric's 27th birthday and I have no idea what I'm doing with my face. Maybe this is why I usually hide it?


I really like Lowry's Irish Coffee House on Julian. This is their barista, Andrew, who is very nice and doesn't like having his photo taken.


A breakfast croissant.


A breakfast croissant going down the hatch.