The final haphazard conglomeration of photos over the last few weeks.

Julian turned 18. Finally.

There was an Arabian Nights themed dessert party. Ryo nailed it.

Bananaman and his jello weiners.

Bob and Eleanor.

The sky was on fire the night after the triathlon.

Arwen from NC was visiting SF.

Friends 10.26.05.

Liz and I toured around the city.

Liz rides with style.

Pretty Pretty.

Twilight.

BARTing it.

It was Becky’s birthday.

Kari quit smoking.

Burn words.

What’s that?

Galen’s a weird dude.

But a happy dude.

We took a break from our strenuous ride to catch a quick vista.

Pat is too busy basking in the golden light to post a blog.

The Lion at Vital Ital cafe. The Pure Niceness smoothie is what dreams are made of.

Good and evil. Just kidding, she’s sweet as vegan brownies.

I got an Aston Martin at the very end of the night at work. I spun it around the block a little. Pretty much mandatory.

I always fall asleep on the F bus, but I don’t think I’ve ever drooled like this guy.

Cameron and I made a movie for Naira last night.

Bowl of pogs. Still life doesn’t get any better than that.

Thanks for looking. Next time we’ll be seeing life in the West Carribean.

This is another installment of photos from the last month-and-a-half that should see the light of day.

Jilleen and I went to a fullpipe. Her board was en route to my head at the time of this photo.

Ghost ride that whip.

Dogtown.

They call that a “get hurt.”

Peace out, stick.

Fitness.

This one was fake.

This one was real. It escaped from the kitchen. Mmmmm. Pigeon eggs.

Hallie visiting Chloe at office hours. Get that A+.

That’s the moon between my feet while swinging.

Liz spins on swings.

Julian getting vertical.

Bob getting extreme.

Vegan chocolate chocolate cookies courtesy of Kari and Anya.

Craft Night: We made vaginal valentines.

AK and Chloe show off their goods.

Hallie seems a little bitter.

Our guest appearance at the Graduate.

Don’t go.