• Now I know how gentrification feels

    For some people it’s a favorite bar or restaurant closing down that irks them about gentrification. For me, it’s Hamburger Eyes being forced out of their space that made it personal. 

    Hamburger Eyes is one of my favorite things about San Francisco. If you’re not familiar with these dudes, they are analog street photographers and zine publishers who once rented out studios and darkroom space to other artists and photographers. Their gritty, humorous photography is something that I always thought mirrored San Francisco’s personality - well, at least up until the last few years. I get more excited about new zines from them than any computer or phone app could ever make me.

    Situated in graffiti-laced Lilac Alley, it may not look like much from the outside, but I always felt way more comfortable in their humble space of unfinished floors, music equipment and random alien paraphernalia than fancy, nice offices with all the kombucha and coconut water I can drink.

    I know that San Francisco has historically been a city in flux and always about making a fortune, but I hate to see neighborhood assets turned out this way. I don’t know who is taking over the space, but it pained me to see a suit park his Beamer inside the garage.

    Artists can and will prevail, even if they are evicted from the places they made special. I have no doubt Ray Potes and crew will continue to keep creating and find new opportunities to thrive. It’s just defeating to think this capitalist cycle is the way things are and have seemingly no control over it.

    You know, sometimes I feel like a modern day Robin Hood, albeit not as glorious and I’m not stealing from anyone. I take the money I earn from tech corporations and spend it supporting the people I believe any chance I can. Maybe that’s all one can do. It still sucks though.

  • Awful mantras

    There is no sense in diguising this as anything other than a rant. So today I'd like to rant about two mantras I despise. 

    The first is "work hard, play hard". Let me just put this out there right now - those words are the opiate of the American masses, created in all likelihood to fool the common man and woman into being complacent workers. While I'm not entirely sure of that, it is mainstream bullshit. Intelligent people do not practice it because it leads to burnout. Instead they work and play smart. They don't just blindly work hard. They don't play hard in situations that obviously aren't worth it. This isn't to say they never work/play hard, but they are selective about when they do.

    The second motto I cast off as ignorant is "I'll sleep when I'm dead." Defying science, it assumes rebelling against the sandman will lead to a more productive, fun and generally better life. I believe the truth to be closer to the opposite. While we may differ on exactly how much sleep is optimal, too little will make you error prone, anxious, more succeptible to illness and look like crap. I don't advocate strict regimens because life can offer spontaneous (often sexy) opportunities that should be treasured. But as humans we do almost everything better rested. Just take a look at this infographic of elite athletes and their sleeping habits. You too can sleep your way to the top, completely void of moral dilemma.

    I've been doing a lot of thinking about how you can come up with a contrarian opinion for just about anything and it will have some merit. I think it goes to show that there are few, if any absolute truths. You can only go with what works for you and move on.

    What mantras, sayings or mottos do you find foolish?

  • Doing things when no one else is

    I have to admit that I get off on doing things at times when few others are. Going for a run 10PM. Working late on Fridays. Writing in the wee hours of the morning. I’ve come up with this explanation that there’s less interference in the air late at night (so my body and brain functions better), but since I don’t have any science to prove that, I’ll just say it feels better to do things (when) you’re not supposed to.

    There’s an old Boston Marathon training motto by Tom Fleming that goes, “Somewhere in the world someone is training when you are not. When you race him, he will win.” That’s terrifying because it feels like whatever you do is never enough. At the same time, it’s motivating. The night is my secret time to improve my skills when everyone else is out of commission. People who get up really early in the morning probably feel the same way. It's funny how people aspire to be morning people, but never the other way around. Just be you (which is ironically, probably one of the hardest things you'll ever have to do).

    I’ve learned not to be bound by constraints on when most people feel like are the right times to do certain activities. Hit the weights late at night, drink coffee at midnight and have sex on your lunch break (but maybe not at work). Don’t apologize for who you are and when feels like the right time to do something, whether it’s something small or a major life decision. People will judge. But at least you aren’t wasting your energy trying to live up to such trivial social norms.

  • Lessons from summer camp: Food appreciation

    Meals at Camp Grounded were another well thought out part of the weekend. Everything we ate (with maybe the exception of campfire s’mores) was local or organic with the nutrients needed to keep us going. Most of the time we ate family-style in a classic summer camp cafeteria (minus the fear of awful waffles) with sing-a-longs to conclude each sitting. However, there was one meal that stood out from the rest because it was such a novel experience.

    Picture a table on a grass field long enough to seat 250 people facing one another. Everyone is dressed in white and tea light candles held in large pieces of wood adorn the tabletops. At this point, feel free to make some jokes about joining a cult. All you can hear are birds conversing, a soft breeze moving through the trees and melodic piano music. As you take your seat, you notice a card on the table explaining this is a silent meal with the intention to make it more mindful. It encourages you to fully taste and savor what your senses interpret. It asks you to consider all the things that needed to happen to make this meal possible. The creation of the universe, a habitable planet that supports growth, the transport of that food and the final preparation.

    Food is served and you commence eating. You look at your neighbor, but the eye contact does not have a motive. It’s natural. You hear utensils clinking as people cut their food. You figure you may as give this a shot. No other meal you’ve ever had is quite like this and the only thing you can compare it to is a silent family dinner where no one is talking to you because you did something really wrong. Only it’s not awkward and you don’t feel bad. You enjoy sitting there and not jamming food down your throat to move on to the next activity, multitask with a smartphone/television, or engage in the mundane small talk that ordinarily happens when you are sitting next to strangers.

    You chew more than usual and let the textures and flavors rest on your tongue. The chicken is delightfully crisp on the outside and moist inside. The greens produce a peppery sensation for your tastebuds if you give them the chance. The risotto is perfect comfort food to line your stomach and leave you feeling satisfied. You realize people are right when they say the food tastes better when you take the time to appreciate it. Eventually the silence is broken and you speak to your neighbors. You might not have any photos, but these memories are not likely to fade anytime soon.

    This meal changed me. I had already been trying to give more of my meals more focus because most of the time I was trying to do something else to entertain myself or look busy in front of other people. It may not have been my intention, but by doing so I was saying that the food wasn’t enough. In a way, that was disrespectful. In a way, I was missing out on so much by not giving it the attention it deserved.

    Since Camp Grounded, I’ve had many more meals where I just ate and did nothing else. Even in good company and conversation, I remind myself to check in with my senses. The urge to do other things is still there and I’m not perfect, but I am much improved. Eating a meal doesn’t take very long, so why rush through it? I hope this is one habit I can continue to develop. I needed that silent meal to get me there.