05.07.10

dear fudge: luckily i am too overwhelmed by the site of you to be tempted…

05.06.10

dear little red riding hood: i don’t recall the part where you get lost in the forest of marble columns outside emporio armani, but if you continue to head south for about four blocks, you will encounter lots of big bad wolves.

05.05.10

dear carla: i recall looking for “cording” with you in the fabric store in maine, and you were disappointed with their limited selection. today i found this whole floor of a rainbow of cords in sf, you should visit.

05.04.10

dear kaiser: i loathe your pharmacy process. i waited 1.5 hours for an otc-dosage of motrin.

05.03.10

dear yudu: took me eight (24-hour apiece) tries to start to get this right!

05.02.10

dear at&t park: i have to say, i am more into the red wine and gilroy garlic fries you serve in the ballpark than the actual game.

05.01.10

dear mayan spiced hot chocolate with salted caramel: i love you too.

04.30.10

dear asian… pinocchio?: so creepy. there’s always been something vaguely child-molestive about pinocchio to me anyway, but this bark-covered branch nose pushes it beyond that notion.

04.29.10

dear ducks: i just think you are pretty, that’s all.

04.28.10

dear zeus: i shot this standing in a downpour, looking at the blazing sky three feet away. is it raining? is it sunny? is it late april or early november? why can’t you decide?

04.27.10

dear tommy’s: hands down, you have the best margarita in town.

04.26.10

dear roses: gryffin and i would like thank you for gracing the air of this entire block with your fragrance.

04.25.10

dear yellow and blue plaid tom’s shoes: i know you will get filthy, but for now i love you.

04.24.10

dear cliffhouse: love the restaurant, hate the apostrophe.

04.23.10

dear giant bird houses: are you home to albatrosses?

04.22.10

dear ledson winery: i can’t believe you were originally built as a residence. you look like the mansion in flowers in the attic.

04.21.10

dear mom and company: i learned it by watching you – parents who drink wine, have kids who drink wine. and that’s a wonderful thing.

04.20.10

dear neighborhood revelers: a tea party on the sidewalk, how quaint!

04.19.10

dear fellow muni rider: sigh… really? on your way to a fur pile in the outer richmond?

04.18.10

dear gumball machines: you have “now supersized!” stickers on your orbs. is it a selling point? does anyone really need to chew supersized gumballs?