Over the past three weeks, Tina and I have:
- Photographed close to 6,500 images
- That’s three bands, five events, six interiors and 63 corporate head shots, five portraits, and three bunnies.
- We delivered approximately 1,000 images (out of 6,500)
- Shot over 400 gigabytes of video footage
- Almost completed an 18-minute video out of that footage.
- Delivered eight requests for estimates
- Helped raise money and awareness for two different charities (children with special healthcare needs and cancer).
- Hired three contractors to help with production, photo and video editing
- Worked on launching a new site with a new identity
- Ordered new business cards
- Did our best to maintain our workout schedules
- Tried really hard to keep up with our social life
- Stuck by each other through every hour
All of the above is true except for the two bunnies.
There were only two.
Thing is, we have a to-do list that just doesn’t seem to quit.
I’ll take it.
I’m covered up with work, but while I work, I listen to the radio, both music and NPR.
Yesterday on NPR, Terry Gross aired an interview with Bart Ehrman, the UNC bibllical scholar who wrote “Misquoting Jesus” among others. He has a new book out just in time for Easter called, “How Jesus Became God.”
You can read about it and hear the interview here.
And today, Terry Gross interviewed a scientist and feminist named Barbara Ehrenreich about her “spiritual experiences” and how she views them from the perspective of an atheist and rationally-minded individual.
Check that one here. Both I can’t imagine my family and friends from back home listening to, but that’s par for the course.
Don’t the kids at Vice.com know I’m going to San Francisco at the end of the month?
Don’t they know that I’ll likely have a great time, and likely … just likely start telling people stories that start with the words, “In San Fran, we dot dot dot.”
Don’t these people know that spreading negativity about an idea or perspective that another person holds dear is … well, offensive?
I guess not.
San Francisco used to be that place you moved to if you were too weird for LA, but too lazy for New York. It was a perfect city to ply your trade as a quirky motherfucker with a penchant for “edgy performance art” and whimsical scarves. That was just dandy. We liked that.
Around every corner, there could be an anarchist bookshop or a dude covered in glitter, wearing a Spongebob t-shirt, and sporting a raging hard-on. Where did that San Francisco go? Across the fucking bridge, that’s where.
Oakland is cheaper than San Francisco (but not by much), it’s close to Berkeley’s cultural gravity, and it’s just a BART trip away from what’s left of SF’s relevance. It’s also an industrial wasteland full of crime and Raider fans. You might ask yourself, What happened to San Francisco’s iconoclastic spirit…? Well, in two simple words:
There’s always been a bourgeois element to San Francisco that we all just ignored. The landed gentry of Nob Hill, Pac Heights, and Sea Cliff have always been there. They have owned their home for years, love wearing fleece sweaters, own nothing but real wood furniture, and are the type of people who tool around McCovey Cove in their yachts during Giants games. They are from a different planet and don’t mingle with the plebs. They have their world of brandy snifters, champagne flutes, cheese tastings, and obscure European automobiles. They honestly don’t care what you think.