Author Archives: didofoot
Mommy, how does a mountain get born?
The birth of Mount Diablo: Geologic Summary: 165 million B.C. Mt Diablo began as volcanic rock beneath the surface of the Pacific Ocean and was scraped into a mass between the Pacific tectonic plate and the overlying sedimentary layers of the North American plate. As ice ages affected sea levels, sedimentation continued in shallow coastal … Continue reading
If you’re reading this, you’re more interesting than I am.
This Yan restaurant is a fast food franchise. And the Dome is doomed. I thought we were becoming cool, but I guess that was a trick of the light. I sigh. I return to eagerly plotting my move every waking minute. While living in Seattle, too young to frequent bars, I spent a lot of … Continue reading
Shazbot! Shazbot! And you thought I was cool.
Star Wars fans be warned: this will probably piss you off. Everyone else be warned: this is the most boring blog entry in the history of narcissistic websites, and that is certainly saying something. Last night I had dinner with Jack and he finally gave me some perspective on why I hate Star Wars so … Continue reading
It’s an anagram. Think about it.
Well, well, well. Guess who’s coming to Pleasant Hill? That’s right, it’s everybody’s favorite Yan. He’s opening a restaurant in our fair city, a place whose high school once put on a production of “Our Town” with no apparent sense of irony. In other good town-related news, the best movie theater I’ve ever been in … Continue reading
SHOULDN’T YOU BE WORKING NOW?
My dog turned thirteen in May. Stop! I know some of you are doing the “dog math” in your head (and I know which of you are doing it), and you’ve mentally concluded that she’s sev — tw — carry the — ah, ninety-one in dog years, but you are the same people who walk … Continue reading
Ow, quit it. Ow, quit it. Ow, quit it. Ow, quit it.
After sleeping 14 hours or so on Saturday, I awoke a new woman. Unfortunately, the woman I became turns out to be addicted to old episodes of Sex in the City. I started renting them from the wonderful family-owned Einstein Video near my house and now I can’t stop. I think it’s all the sparkly … Continue reading
Hyperbole: A figure of speech in which exaggeration is used for emphasis or effect, as in I could sleep for a year.
More photos of my pretty friend. I really liked this one. Please pardon the memepool-esque hyperlinks — I just learned how to do them a few weeks agone and they are super fun. I’ve been trying to do one scary thing each week. That’s easy, considering everything scares me. Yesterday I found someone who also … Continue reading
King of the road*
Chapter the Twelfth, in which: I talk to Jack and no one is naked. How delighted was I to see Jack’s ruddy, nervous face hovering in my kitchen? So delighted. At last, someone willing to discuss Elliott Smith’s albums with me at length without getting bored. And it was nice to see the rest of … Continue reading
P.Hill Baseball: We won’t get drunk and hit on you. Much.
I’m reading The Professor and the Madman, which naturally is a book about the OED. It’s more interesting than I thought it would be, especially the part where I learned the word “sesquipedalian,” meaning either a word which is a foot and a half in length, or a person who is a foot and a … Continue reading
Made you look.
I’m in Vienna today, because it’s way too much effort to be here. I’ve never been to Vienna, which makes it ideal for this kind of trip, plus Jonathan Carroll lives there — not the SF columnist; the other one. He writes delicious trash. So I’m drinking coffee and listening to the waiters shout at … Continue reading