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Fruit Stand Smash in Slo-Mo

The Slow Mo Guys commit more atrocities against perfectly innocent fruit.
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Dan really throws himself into this footage, as The Slow Mo Guys unleash thousands of pounds of gelatin in a Kubrick-esque slow-mo masterpiece.

 

Fruit vs. Fruit

The Slow Mo Guys commit total fruit annihilation as they capture some sweet 4K footage of fruit colliding.

One Second Salad in 4K

Veggies will fly as The Slow Mo Guys put on their chef hats and attempt to make themselves a super fast salad.

Day 4: Saturday, April 28, 2018 (continued)

Tim & I arrived at Fisherman’s Wharf and the place was slammed. This guy was playing “statue” for tips. We have a guy in San Diego who does this same thing, only with a silver suit.

When he *does* move, little kids and adults alike are startled.

We had a blast exploring the Musee Mecanique. It’s an interactive museum in an old warehouse full of 20th-century penny arcade games and artifacts. Admission is free, and most of the games cost only one or two quarters.

A steam-powered motorcycle!

Love Tester:

I got “frigid.” LOL

We took turns sitting in the “Magic Chair.”

Check out the STINK EYE that little girl is giving me!

There were several Player Pianos and Wurlitzer Automatic Bands:

Fortune Tellers:

My fortune!

There are plenty of these really old flip-card viewers:

Some showed 3-D pictures of the aftermath of the 1906 earthquake and fires.

Some were “X Rated” – basically girls posing in their negligees. Pretty tame by today’s standards.

A number of these enormous tableau:

Wooden dancing men in the “Thimble Theater”:

Some were quite dark, like this English Execution:

Or this French Execution:

I’d heard there was also an Opium Den, but we didn’t see it. Bummer.

There’s “Laughing Sal,” a creepy life-size laughing doll near the entrance:

They had plenty of Penny Press machines, but all with SF images like the Golden Gate Bridge or Fisherman’s Wharf on them. When I saw a Laughing Sal penny press, I had to get one:

All sorts of fun stuff. Bell-Tolling Monks:

The Drunkard’s Dream:

A Mechanical Carnival (too bad the roller coaster wasn’t working):

Sleepless Father with Crying Baby:

“Last Stand”:

Lots and lots of fun.

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From Fisherman’s Wharf, it was a short walk to the bottom of the curvy part of Lombard Street. On the way, I spotted this cable car bus full of Furries, having a grand time:

Getting to Lombard involved some SERIOUS hill-climbing. You can hear me on this video still catching my breath. I was surprised to see cars snaking down Lombard – I’d thought they closed it to non-resident vehicles on the weekends, but apparently not. ALso got some nice shots of Coit Tower and a lovely hillside garden.

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Took an Uber home. Spotted this cool house on the way:

I loved the copper onion domes.

Rested for a while before heading over to a dinner party at Tim & Alex’s neighbors Jonetta and Bill’s lovely home. Next door was another of Tim’s HOPIs:

Ooh, PURPLE.

We had a marvelous time. Jonetta is an educator and Bill is a defense attorney who does work for the Innocence Project. First we had martinis and appetizers upstairs in their sunroom while watching the sunset. We had spicy shrimp skewers, brie cheese with cranberries and crackers, and chips with some delicious poke. Johnny Cash crooned on the stereo, covering “Desperado” and “Oh Danny Boy.” Xena and their two dogs dozed at our feet.

Early in the evening, Jonetta had my name as “Samantha” for some reason. We cleared up the confusion when Bill came in, but for the rest of the night, “Samantha” became my alter ego. Bill asked if I wanted my martini strong (because Tim’s wasn’t, the lightweight) and Tim said, “Oh, Sammy likes her drinks REAL STRONG!” and I’d chime in with, “But not Kim, she’s not like that BITCH Samantha.” Like that. It was funny.

Then we got down to dinner. Some of it was Munchery food. We had stuffed artichokes with homemade aioli sauce, a salad made from those lovely greens from the farmer’s market, Kobe steak, roasted Brussels sprouts, marinated salmon, plus a Gewürztraminer and two different red wines to wash it all down.

For dessert, we had a selection of brownies, cheesecakes, carrot cake, and more of those macarons, plus more brie with crackers and fig jam.

OMG OMG OMG

By the time we left, it was well after 1:00 a.m. After I’d gotten ready for bed, it was 2:00 a.m. I haven’t stayed up that late in forever. Great time.

**Next post: Day 5 – Fund Raiser, Palace Hotel, Zam Zam

 

Day 4: Saturday, April 28, 2018

Started out the morning with a walk to Gus’s Market for coffee, then we took the dogs to Golden Gate Park’s panhandle to do their business. Tim pointed out HOPI’s (homes of particular interest) like this one. There are so many details and gewgaws on this house it’s like a painted lady. Needs a powerwash, though, to get all the dust and soot off:

And this one, all done up in my favorite colors:

I spotted this tai chi class underway, and noted that, just like in all the best real-world YouTube videos, the badass kung fu master is wearing a dress shirt, dress pants with a belt, and street shoes. Like, office attire. Well, here it is!

Hit the post office on the way back to mail my postcards. Back at home I found Moby like this, poor thing helplessly trapped under some extremely heavy pillows: 

Then we took an Uber to the Ferry Building on the Embarcadero. It took FOREVER because we got caught up in baseball game traffic. We wanted to hit their epic farmer’s market and get something to bring to the dinner party that evening at Tim & Alex’s friends’ house.

BTW, Sinbad’s is GONE. Only some pilings and an earth-mover are where it used to be.

The Ferry Building was so crowded you could hardly turn around. First priority, getting some coffee at Blue Bottle Coffee, which Tim insists is the best. He got a pound of decaf to bring home, too.

Then we wandered about as we sipped our strong Gibraltars. The idea had been floated about getting some oysters at Hog Island Oyster Co., but the line to get in was RIDICULOUS. Forget that noise. More wandering. Farmer’s market stuff, all incredible. Found this guy selling crates full of the widest variety of greens – there must have been at least a couple of dozen. We got a bag full of all sorts of stuff – mustard greens, a new sort of cress, arugula, and more – even a few bunches of edible flowers thrown in for free.

Nice guy.

Next we caught the F-line streetcar going along the Embarcadero. It was one of those old-timey 50s style electric-cable buses:

Destination: the stop for the Alcatraz Landing, directly across the street from which is Hillstone restaurant. I’d been wanting to treat Tim to this place ever since Bon Appetit wrote a glowing article (love letter) about the chain. Apparently, the food is so good and so consistent, and the service so impeccable, that the chain has gotten the magazine’s unending admiration.

First thing I noticed was this gorgeous tabletop sculpture of an otter.

First thing Tim noticed was the dress code, which, while lenient toward the weekend tourist crowd’s typical attire, did mention “No Hats.” Luckily, he whipped off his sun visor before having to be asked to do so. #EmbarrassmentAverted

The second thing I noticed was half a dozen of Louis Poulsen’s iconic “Artichoke” lampshades. I worked in an architecture firm for 10 years and managed the reference library, and I used to drool over the Louis Poulsen catalog. These things are EXPENSIVE, folks. Like $7,000 to $12,000 apiece. Hillstone features a famous roasted artichoke dish, so they figured it’d be a clever match.

Tim ordered their ubiquitous cheeseburger with fries, and I got a (small) glass of champagne and the smoked salmon appetizer. One of the many nice touches at Hillstone: the napkins come with a buttonhole so one can pin it to one’s shirt:

Tim’s cheeseburger looked amazing:

So tall it’s like a Dagwood.

And my smoked fish was to DIE for. Came with some creamy herb dressing and grilled buttered garlic toast points which our charming British waiter Alec assured me could be replenished if needed, since I’d mentioned that that would be my meal.

OMG OMG OMG

It was a HUGE piece of fish for an appetizer, and it’s smoked in-house in small batches. You could smell the smoke before it was even in your mouth. So tender it was like butter. Shared with Tim but we still brought some home.

Outside, we stopped to take pictures of this unusual sculpture of a cowboy riding a bucking… fish.

Picked up the F-line again to Fisherman’s Wharf. Destination: the Musee Mecanique, a big warehouse filled with hundreds of old-timey arcade games, many of which are over a hundred years old.

**Next post: Day 4 (Part 2) – Musee Mecanique, Lombard Street, Dinner party

Day 3: Friday, April 27, 2018 (Continued)

Erik told me about this amazing bar at the top of the Marriott nearby and that I should check it out if I felt like a cocktail (uh, have we met?) later. I got there and asked an impressively-attired liveried doorman in a top hat about it, but he said it wasn’t open until 4:00. I checked my watch – only 2:30. I didn’t feel like sticking around for an hour and a half just for that, so I headed home on the train. But it’s called the View Lounge, and it looks absolutely incredible:

Maybe next time.

On the train platform, a foreign traveler approached me. She wasn’t sure which train to take. I started to explain that I didn’t live there, and she made to walk away, so I stopped her, “But I still might be able to help!” She showed me the text message from her friend, who’d said she could take any one of 4 trains to get to Church street, just four stops away. One of the trains was sitting right there, but she and her companion were reluctant to jump on just yet. Finally she understood, we confirmed she was on the right side of the platform, and all she had to do was wait for one of those 4 trains, the L, K, M, or T to come along. Then my N train arrived and I had to leave. Nice to be able to help someone who’s even more of a newbie than me!

Back home, I popped into Hobson’s Choice rum punch bar around the corner for a cocktail. Their punches are pretty tame, so I added an extra shot for only another buck. It’s a great neighborhood bar. On their website: “During the eighteenth century, Rum became England’s most popular spirit. As Rum was brought back from the new colonies, the British realized its inherent appeal and ability to be mixed into fantastic concoctions known as punch. By the end of the century, in almost every living room, inn, or pub, a punch bowl appeared. Thus blossomed ‘Punch Houses.’ They were relaxing environments, plentiful of couches, colors, and Victorian flair.”

Arrr, grog!

Before dinner, I filled out my postcards. I’d brought 5 postcard stamps along, but had to go to the post office to get postage for Australia. (Did it arrive yet, Inga?)

Tim & I took an Uber to the Castro District. First we stopped in at the famous, historic Twin Peaks Tavern. It was one of the first gay bars anywhere where people displaying affection to one another did so in full view behind their enormous plate-glass windows, as opposed to hiding in some dank basement bar or windowless dive.

Tim placing our order.

They have a cool little loft, too.

I ordered a Negroni, just because I’ve never tried one before. Tim got a Sidecar, saying, “I just read about this drink in a great book…” The Negroni was okay, I didn’t hate it, but I’ll probably not get them again.

Second round, I got a Sidecar (they ARE so good). The bartender filled it so full I had to take a sip before I could pick it up:

New profile pic!

Great people-watching there:

Red Rubber Rex finds the Castro fascinating!

Great painting of the tavern:

Tim went out and got a pic of me and the bartender from outside. Pretty cool double image, eh?

From there, we headed over to Super Duper Burgers for dinner. They’re said to be even better than In-N-Out Burgers. I got a Mini Burger with cheese and bacon and a side of garlic fries. SO good.

Great people-watching from here, too.

I need to find someone who makes sugar-free ice cream!

In the evening, we watched the 2nd episode of Legion, followed by the 4th episode of American Gods, while eating the most amazing macarons from Munchery.

**Next Post: Day 4 (Part 1) – Ferry Building, Hillstone Restaurant

Day 3: Friday, April 27, 2018

Took the N train inbound toward downtown. The train was packed around 11:30 – this seems to be a normal occurrence, but I’m not sure why. I can understand morning rush hour, but lunchtime?

Met up with my old high school friend Erik for lunch at a soup and salad place. He works downtown. I got a smoked corn chowder that was quite good.

Erik

Afterwards, Erik showed me around a bit, walking us through Maiden Lane, a two-block-long pedestrian lane that was once a red-light district and now houses high couture shops like Chanel, Hermes, and Prada.

Also walked through Yerba Buena Gardens before parting in front of the Museum of Modern Art.

Boy, there’s nothing like seeing a bunch of vacation photos to realize how fat one’s gotten. I’ve started on the Keto Diet, BTW.

Catholic church across the street

MLK Memorial

Got to MOMA and began exploring all seven floors on offer. There were plenty of artists I recognized, like Warhol:

Self-portraits

Brando

Dolly

Elvis

There were several gigantic wall-sized Chuck Close pixelated portraits:

Photographer Diane Arbus:

Surrealist Salvador Dali:

Several Lichtensteins:

Not really my bag, but I kinda liked this one.

Frieda Kahlo:

And her husband Diego Rivera:

Several of Rineke Dijkstra’s beach portraits:

Georgia O’Keefe:

This ghastly thing:

Michael Jackson with Bubbles, life-size in gold and porcelain. Ugh.

Even a few by Henri Matisse!

“The Bathers.” My mom, when she was in art school, did a version of this. It still hangs in her home.

Several paintings that I saw I ended up getting the postcard versions in the Museum Store:

A few automated pieces like this butterfly machine:

Or these self-playing violins:

And interactive stuff, too, like this sleeping couple projected in real time onto a bed:

Or this printer spewing out news articles in real time. People are encouraged to pick up parts of the scroll and read what’s there, but to not tear the paper.

Or this pocketless billiards table:

Sculpture gardens:

A permanent snowman!

Such charming detail.

As I was exiting a gallery, I was taken by this huge double image on the wall. It didn’t have an identifying placard next to it, and it didn’t seem to be a part of the exhibit around the corner. I asked a guard, but she didn’t know anything. I think it looks like my favorite 30s film star, Carole Lombard. One of her favorite photographers, George Hurrell, used to employ multiple images like this. But the hive mind on all my CL fan sites says no, it’s not her.

I still think it’s her.

Update: I’m told that this is surrealist photographer Dora Maar.

Even the bathroom was amazing!

Lots more stuff that caught my eye. This is just a small sample of what’s there – I only took pics of stuff I liked or found intriguing.

 

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I really enjoyed the Louise Bourgeois “Spiders” exhibit, but was sorely disappointed they didn’t have any spider t-shirts in the museum store:

 

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**Next post: Day 3 (Part 2) – Twin Peaks Tavern, Super Duper Burgers

I’m hungry just looking at this spread!

 

Day 2 – Thursday, April 26, 2018

In the morning, Tim & I went to Gus’s Market on Haight Street for pour-over drip coffee. A small crowd gathers to watch Tim toss treats to the dogs for doing tricks. Notice the hobo walking by at 0:25. My friend Erik says he remembers this guy from when he lived in the same neighborhood 15 years ago!

The rest of the morning was spent making dog food. Much of it was made up of leftover Munchery food. Siri played lounge music on the stereo. No videos, but it was similar to this:

Around noon I took the N train out to Ocean Beach. By then I still hadn’t eaten for more than 24 hours, and I felt alarmingly woozy after walking several blocks uphill to the train station. I went into the first place off the end of the line, Java Beach Cafe, and ordered a fresh-squeezed orange juice and a bagel with cream cheese. I sat outside on their darling patio and felt much better after a few minutes of blood-sugar management.

Cute place.

I went up Judah a couple of blocks to check out some places I’d heard buzz about: a restaurant called Outerlands, and a shop called General Store. They’re both on the same block. I also found a cute bookstore with an antique greenhouse in the backyard, and this adorable shop called Case For Making that sells hand-blended watercolor pigments and all sorts of high-end art supplies. This darling seating area is out front of all these places:

Memorial or donor plaques

Loved this weathered mossy bench.

Outerlands looked slammed, so I headed north a couple blocks to the southwest end of Golden Gate Park to see one of the big windmills there. On the way I spotted this charming plot of California poppies:

This part of the park is remarkably wild and unmanicured. Just steps from a busy street, you find yourself in a verdant old-growth forest:

Natural jogger’s paths are the only mark of human activity.

I found the Murphy Windmill, and boy is it HUGE! Clad in slate tiles, it stands some 95 feet tall, and each of its sails is 114 feet long. It is one of the largest windmills in the world. Still functioning, its copper dome freely rotates. In its day, the windmill pumped about 1.5 million gallons of water a day. The water, pumped from a huge aquifer under the peninsula, went to irrigate the Golden Gate Park when it was still being created – before it was just sand dunes. The other windmill pumped seawater to the Sutro Baths, and inland to various bathhouses downtown.

Poppies!

I could see that giant gear rotating.

Caretaker’s house? There were no plaques.

On the way back through the park, I stopped and rested in the green oasis for a bit. Also left behind some of the ashes of my departed friend Art in the hollow of a tree and took a few pictures to send to his widow, Betty.

So peaceful. The whole time, I only saw one jogger about 50 yards away.

Headed back to Outerlands, but by 1:30 in the afternoon on a weekday, the place was still packed. I passed on it and took the train back home.

It was noisy in there, too.

Found this great message outside a shop:

Popped into the Ice Cream Bar on the way back and got one of those Gold Standard cocktails I love:

Red Rubber Rex approves.

Plus, because I was still hungry, a cup of this delicious mushroom/barley soup.

Chilled and read for a bit at home, and then Tim & I went to San Tung for Chinese food.

I have been thinking about these crispy, garlicky green beans for two years, and their famous chicken wings: sweet, sticky, spicy, with shatteringly crisp skin. Also got an order of tofu and veggies in a garlic sauce that Tim was surprised to find he liked. Before: “Well, you’ll be eating that yourself.” Later: “Damn, this is pretty good!”

OMG OMG OMG

On the way out, I was taken by this image on the restaurant’s wall:

It looks remarkably similar to my neighborhood’s logo:

In the evening we watched the 1st episode of Legion followed by two more episodes of American Gods.

 

**Next Post: Day 3 (Part 1) – Lunch downtown, MOMA

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