Jackson West’s Obsessive Compulsion

Dude, it wasn’t even my birthday and she hooked me up with a Flickr Pro account! I need to put on some lipstick and give someone a kiss.

Check out the unedited goodness from the Inspector Double Negative show. I can’t contain the eighties slang, it’s so rad!

where I wanted to take SFist, check out my first timely post.

And here’s the post I slid in as first because I wanted there to be a statement of purpose in the archives.

As I emailed my SFist friends the other day, there are generally four or more times a day I relax and stare into space and just think about how much I love this place. Thank you, EssEff!

Friday:

• Woke up at a friend’s place. Posted a blog post. Got on the bus to downtown.
• Lunch at Giordano Bros. with Beth. I’d left my birth certificate at my old job. Thanks, Beth!
• A moment home.
• Saying hello to Katie and Shane at their respective home projects. Jackson (the dog) causing trouble/
• Walking to 25th and Folsom to catch the 12 Folsom inbound. I love my neighborhood.
• Meeting Niall Kennedy under the statue at 24 Willie Mays Plaza. Say hey!
• The Giants winning in the bottom of the tenth on a single to right field.
• Olivia Ongpin’s hott jam at 111 Minna and House of Shields. Much love to the bartenders, painters and DJs.
• Art show at an underground art space on 25th an Potrero. Giving Bayete a Budweiser tallboy.
• Breaking up a fight at Pops when a punk kicked out of the art space for fighting started a fight with Chris.

Saturday:

• Wake up, call Rybo. “Eh, I’m not sure I want to to wine country. I need to do laundry and write.”
• “Jackson, it’s Jorge. Last chance to get in the van on the trip to wine country.” “Okay.”
• Roche Winery, overlooking Infineon Raceway, which I’d just driven in a ‘Cuda in Gran Turismo 4.
• Gloria Ferrer, classy, great champagne and chocolate.
• Picnicking in Sonoma’s town square. Eating the last of the tri-tip on hand at the barbecue.
• Cline Winery, open until six. All the wineries have been polite and completely unpretentious.
• Driving across the Golden Gate Bridge. Can’t beat it.
• Rolling out to an underground drumnbass party in the ‘Loin.
• Alighting from said party to Shalimar.
• Returning to the party. Two dollar drinks.
• Finding Nicole at the Hush-Hush, after many a frantic cell-phone call.
• Avoiding my ex-girlfriend and her roommate at Delirium. Anna and Heidi, I’m sorry.

Sunday:

• Wake up too late for Rybo’s waffle bash.
• Show up just in time to get a ride to Jess’s show.
• Driving around the Presidio with Bayete, because we though Fort Mason must be in the Presidio.
• The talent that Jess got to work with. Absolutely beautiful people who made beautiful photographs.
• Open studios at CCA (formerly CCAC). Sarah introducing herself. Welcome to San Francisco, Sarah!
• Finally, home for good. Glad that we showed Ernest a good time. And lovin’ the innerweb.

God Bless San Francisco.