05.21.10

dear 826 valencia, san francisco’s only independent pirate supply store: arrr, now i know where to find that odd extra peg-leg or a parrot plank for my next plunder.

05.13.10

dear francisco palóu: if you did indeed “found” san francisco atop a hill overlooking a rainbow, bedecked in an organic tweed poncho and birkenstocks, surrounded by psycadelic flowers and with a youthful naked guy clinging to your waist, you should be assured that your influence has prevailed.

05.12.10

dear purveyors of dead bugs: i have no need to pay $35 when these suckers die in my ceiling lamp for free.

04.04.10

dear macabre taxidermied mice: um, wow.

06.29.09

dear birds: can you read this sign?

06.16.09

dear mission live/work corner unit loft: should i buy you? the solar-powered taco truck parked out front is a selling point, purely for its kitsch factor!

05.19.20

dear california: it is still a novelty to me that you can grow your own citrus trees here.

05.10.09

dear street art: i love looking at this, but am having a hard time interpreting it, other than as a portrait of your everyday tree hugging, bike riding san franciscan, topless while simultaneously bedecked in a cute victorian facade buildings. but your text really throws me off: “the same wind that uproots trees makes the grasses shine.” unless it’s about pot?

02.11.09

dear puerto alegre: as always, your food was delicioso and the margs were bionic, but my favorite part is still the portrait of the parents (?) above the bar.