Monthly Archive for September, 2006

humans enjoying life’s extracurriculars


Kristi was talking back and got a fatlip. Just kidding, she fell down the stairs. F’reals.


Icing that lip with watermelon on a stick.


–”She said what?!?”
–”Oh, no she din’t!”


Mama Marcy cooked up a serious pot o’chili and some conbread. I love me some ground hamhawk.


Meghan was breaking (in) the hammock.


Liza daydreaming about me.


Nikola’s fashion sense is on a whole other level.


But he’s still got a good sole.


Chelsea’s such a drama queen.


“Why are you looking at me?”


World domination.


Cameron bought football jerseys back from Croatia. Don’t mistake it for patriotism.


Marcy and Austin have curly hair and kind hearts.


Cameron’s working on his stable. Read Iceberg Slim for details.


Pat came to the patio potluck just barely five-and-half hours late. Always good to see PP, no matter what time it is.


Chloe’s got a fever of 99.1?!? I think she more cute, cantankerous and caustic than contagious.


Morning Benders played on Saturday. Pre-show Falafel Posse.


Dylan and Jerry fighting for most uninterested expressions.


Greg before bursting into laughter because I’m hilarious.


Kibbey fraternizing with two very excited 18 year olds. (Nicole–If things don’t work out, email me.)


Scandalous.


Five-one-oh past and present. I thought you quit cancer, Andy.


Front row. There are about a million photos of the Morning Benders, but I’m saving them for the band.


Jake Baker just moved from Boston and is good at making friends.


Adrienne is a lovebryan intern, even if she doesn’t know it.


Chris Chu all sweaty after his killer preformance.


Joe knows how to navigate the Rhodes.


Julian plays drums like Animal from the Muppets.


Van is a maniac. I guess that’s what three months at sea does to a man.


Morgan, Jordan and Kari are further proof that all of Berkeley came out for the show.


Bob looks kinda weird.


Chelsea and Asa overexposed.


Jesse and Jenny.


Rachael and Elise look like they’re up to something.


I think Chelsea likes creepy photos. They look punk.


Actual height.


How come I can never get away with stuff like that?


Anya was probably trying to seduce Chelsea because I didn’t take this photo.


I’m working on my posture. I want to be a better person.


BBQ at Brian’s house. I made it on time. Brian mugs next to the wreckage of last week’s event.


Dev mans the kebabs. Deeelicious.


Stein likes lime. However, cucumber-chili is the best flavor there ever was.


Brian with the backyardside disaster.


Dylan on the wall.


Manidis up there.


Alabama made it the highest though. I was too busy freaking out about how cute she is that I missed the photo.


The three loudest, most obnoxious kids I love.


Brian’s got a good house.


The various backyards of San Francisco.


Danilo was chugging wine from a mug at Jess’s house for a Free Cong Do celebration.


Harry had this patch on his backpack. I haven’t seen this logo in years. It reminded me of when I used to be a little boy. The killer in me is the killer in you.


Bien played us a phone call they recorded from Arnold Schwarznegger. He called to welcome back Bien’s father. She told him “danke schoen” as they hung up.

boys club


The ghosts of the 473 House Past kidnapped current residents, Elias and me, and took us to the miniramp.


Cairo (middle room) floats a frontside ollie and Vic (front room) poses.


Brian Uyeda (darkroom) stuffs his face.


Darin (front room) sneaks a warm beverage between back smiths.


Cairo made this beautiful back noseblunt. If I knew how to shoot skate photos, you’d be able to see how much the ledge inclines up.


This is where Ben Weiner and I go with our Vietnamese sandwiches. He loves defying gravity.


The kids at Arizmendi. Chelsea recognized Jake’s tattoo even though he just moved here from Boston.


Bob is the newest blogger on lovebryan. He’s making grandiose claims. But for the most part he keeps it low-key and tries to blend in with his surroundings.


Jesse Phalen is one good guy.


Mistah Fab came to 510 to do a signing for his signature Hubba wheel. Didn’t even know who dude was. But if Julian reps homie, then he must be cool.


There were a lot of fans waiting.


For this guy!


And his yellow bus!


He signed Andrew Kyle’s Ghostbusters 2 shirt.


I was a little more interested in the new art window by Andreas Trolf.


Sally Slap and Lauren made friends with Fab.


I made friends with Jamie Hustle’s dog, Choco.


Choco and Jesse got hyphy.


Choco needs some gold fronts like these.


And I need some rims on my board like those.


Sounds like a bargain.


Cameron came back from Europe sporting the dual snaggletooth, smuggling guns and representing America’s finest machines. Wonder what happened out there?


I slept at Channing house and woke up to the Berkeley High Marching Band playing “Ironman” by Sabbath. If that wasn’t weird enough, I found this cup in the kitchen.


Sometimes Belle wants milk. Sometimes she wants wine. Sometimes one right after the other.


I was at Kingman this weekend and there’s this old mural that Danilo did of Pat.


I don’t even know what to say about Galen Jackson. He might be the most out-of-his-mind creature I’ve ever encountered. But an utter genius.


Slash creep.


Nostalgic for my old corner.


Greg got a pirate pinata for his birthday.


And whompled it.


Bob got a new motorcycle. He’s really into “things with wheels that can kill you.”


This pup rules.


You always gotta finish with your favorite photo of the set. Ender-ender.