Birthday Extravegance

I must say, this week has been chalk fulled of the fanciest meals and the best company one could ask for. Family in town, Friends all around.
This week I seemed to carry steadfast momentum, and the whirlwind but continues.

Live Portuguese Music, garlic roasted edemamae, and fantastic seaweed salad with orange and a citrus dressing at Yoshi's

Seared Tuna Filets, and the Freshest Lime Margaritas with sea salt at Stanfords

Good ol' Southern Soul food at Farmerbrown . My friends and I managed to try almost everything on the menu; from sweet potato fries, to BBB ribs, fried chicken, to the spiciest veggie jambalaya. Creamy Rich Mac n' Cheese, and hot from the oven corn bread n butta. scrumptious. oh and the drinks were all the merrier as well. Everything is organically and sustainably grown as well, and its their priority to support local African American farmers. props.

A hungover and still drunk from the night before...makeup still in tack (almost)... breakfast at the The Pork Store Cafe at Haight and Ashbury...
With coffee to ease the pounding headache, and a pesto, feta egg scramble with the crispiest has browns on the side, I was magically cured.

After a run in golden gate park, the foggy mist gave Amber and I quite the caffeine cravings so we headed to Citizen Cake this fine Saturday afternoon and had a brunch to die for. English Breakfast tea with cream and sugar, (Amber had the Chai), a salad of crisp greens and red sherry vinaigrette to share, and for me The most wonderful combination of organic creamy yogurt, nutty fruit filled granola, and the freshest picked fruits. Amber had the avocado, Gruyere cheese, and fried egg breakfast sandwich. For dessert we split the most decadent passion fruit and coconut cake, along with the mocha-chocolate cake.

And who can forget, my most favorite of all... Plutos with their luscious greens, and fresh veggies. There are a million and one possibilities for salad creations. And the cilantro lime dressing is the tangiest, and makes the whole salad come together perfectly. Beets, portebello mushroom, onion, tomato, pepporchini, kidney beans, and strawberries...what could be better in the whole entire universe. I can think of nothing!

The Fanciest.

now, im feelin' color-full

Ive decided Im going to paint my house bright orange with yellow window panes. A bright blue door with spaces to let the light in. A garden of secrets that only I can begin to understand. Inside, a library with a bunch of old smellin' books. the kind with pages stiff from years of sittin'. yellowed and thinner at the edges. crisp. yes, all sorts of books. pictures too. old cameras, and all sorts of worn antique treasures. all with so much character. yes, I want my house to be a character...and how marvelous does this character sound right now. full of being, id say.

on the bus

"And how BORING each was! Compared to the experience of....the INFINITE...and a life in which the subject is not scholastic or bureaucratic but...ME and US, the ATTUNED ones amid the NON-MUSICAL shiny-black-shoe multitudes, I...with my eyes on that almost invisible hole up there in the r-r-redwood sky..."

-Tom Wolfe; The Electric Acid Koolaid Test

summertime

..and the livin's easy

life is grand

art show. check.
graduation. check.
birthday in two days. in desperate need of a vedge sesh. sun and sand please. a nice beach read, and lots of zzz's.
my nails are bright yellow so they matched my frames at the gallery, and they make me smile every time i look down at them. life in general, couldn't get much better than this. positive vibin' in the full. cheeks hurt from smiling so much last night. all the most beautiful people, all my most favorite dears under one roof. too much to look forward this summer. im in the real world" now, as they say...whatever the heck that means. wasnt i always in the real world. well, anyways, enough rambling...grandma's here from florida and baking is in store.

now, gonna go lounge like a lioness.

Suite Jesus

All photography lineup curated by the lovely Carissa Sade Baird, featuring photography from yours truly, not to mention multiple other talented photographers.

Come Celebrate! It's the end of school (amen!), the beginning of a marvelous summer, and time to get the show on the road!

Friday, I will be showing my lovely golden boxes at 111 Minna Gallery, and would LOVE TO SEE YOU THERE.
This is a big deal to me, as I've been working on this project for quite some time, and Minna Gallery never beings a dull moment.

Live Music to be heard (J-Boogie), Dj's to be spinnin, drinks to be drank, friends to be seen, laughs to be heard, love to be shared.


come, and revel in the creative spirit. I want you there! Yes, that means you!


For presale tickets and info visit http://going.com/maysj
Otherwise, tickets will be $10 at the door

111 Minna gallery. Friday at 10. Always good times to be had.

its sure is fun to be a lady

hooligans.

hardly a dull moment. scrumptious beverages. record spinnin' madness. michael jackson breakdowns. highschool reunions. dirty dancin' airlifts. flippin cushions and pushin buttons. muscle mania. blunt circles in gardens. splendid bathroom updates. six inch red sole hotness. pintos and cheese drive by. coiffed and curled and a whole lotta lovin'

and i will follow.

i will follow the rays of the sun, the scent of the flowers, the songs of the birds. 

previous work

As May approaches, I am balancing both school and creative dabbling...Graduation is soon approaching (thank the lord almighty), and the summer shall bring new and exciting projects, as I have many ideas coming to a boil. In addition to this, i am trying to compile an installation for my first photography show taking place at 111 Minna Gallery on May 22. Thanks to Carissa, who's blog you can check out here, I feel I've finally been given the chance to put a foot in the door. I've nestled on the idea of collecting Polaroids (my favorite ones) in an array of brightly colored frames (those of which I am still scowering the hoods of San Francisco for).

I'm just really seeking progress creatively right now, so with that said...I really just want to use this blog to promote work (both wordly and visually), and keep the thought process on a continuum.

fun with fros

yes, please

graduation present? plus road trip? = best summer ever

trumdiddlyeeump

ill always strive for the childlike soul. a temperament of excitement and discovery. a wide eyed, open hearted welcome to all that is new. to never shut down to anything or anybody. to bellow in laughter as a child does, innocent and unforgiven. cheeky and rosy. untouched and uncorrupted. to see everything as though it were completely new, to gaze over its presence as though it were the pharot of egypt, beautiful strong lovely deserving of undivided attention.

flowlily smiles

and laughs all around

estrogen. there's nothing like it.

springtime stroll

why, hello sunshine

the silver lining

so ive realized, fatefully...i really dig older men

a man with established tendencies, a little bit more experience than the recently ball-dropped men who dont even know how to freakin' use their own goods, and ones with passion for something. god knows twenty-somethings hold any passions other than those of "getting down" with the cheap whore in the blue bubble dress shaking her drunk ass for all the oogling skeez balls. ew sickening. men are nothing short of predictable.

on to the silvering sided hair of the wiser, gentler kind.

aye carumba

sarah's little helper

so, these shots gave me a little kick in the pants. 

darling minnie and her outstanding leave raking abilities

new years oh-nine

straight up estrogen style

the rain brings a tranquil peace.

 drip, drip ...drip

la dee da

something i wrote in my journal a few days before the new year. 

may it stick to my bones...

i will forver now hold my most precious needs in tact. i will never give myself away again to the unknown ground dweller who has no knowledge of the world outside his own cyclical being.

i will love those unconditionally who have brought out the most positive energy within me.

havent said this in a really long time, but i can see the light...

and it is fucking wonderful.

let me just say that i am free free free

fact

unconditional love comes in the form of wet pink noses with black freckles, warm bellies with soft peach fuzz, tight curlettes on miniature heads, and almond black eyes void of any judgement.

its cold outside

a notable downfall: giving into and believing what other people tell me. what do they know anyway? I have an inevitable draw towards all things old, all things broken down, used, abused (in some ways). Character sings from its cracks, strength shines from its rusted edges. It remains beautiful despite hardships it may meet along its journey.

questions.

where am i going? where will i end up? 

only a girl

sunday mornings tend to be quite lax, no one is ever home and i find myself lonely especially out here in san francisco. this morning, i burst into tears for no apparent reason, and the tears kept coming. all i really wanted was a hug...and it just sucks not to have the comfort of someones embrace readily available. anyways,  i just needed to get out of the house, i saw the ocean from my window so decided to take a drive down and just sit and ponder. I brought my journal, blasted fiona apple loudly on the way  (tears still rushing down my cheeks) "its calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion" and sat down at the beach for a good hour or so. 

shitty as i looked, blood shot eyes from crying, grungy hair still smelling of cigarette smoke and last night's dingy downtown bars, i managed to drag my butt down to the SF State track. now, this is my litle secret, i go here to workout and get away from feeling like a gerbal in a cage in the usual gym scenario. I like to breathe in the fresh eucalyptus trees, crisp ocean air, and just be by myself... I listened to more feminist movement artists (a la fiona apple, cat power, tori, and the like). I brought my polariod camera along, and just took peaceful pictures down by the track...I want to start putting them together in an album/ portfolio and entitle them "seullement" which means only in french. it is "only" me. and alone as i may be all the time, i guess there is something awfully beautiful that can arise in these feelings of solitude. Its just realizing how to channel this energy into something creative rather than detrimental.

I treated myself to a hot chocolate and sat and read my book at the cafe. Im reading Michael Pollan's "The Omnivores Dillemma" and its horrifying to delve further into the underground practices of industrialized food production from the beginnings to the end where it ends up pretty packaged and all on our store's shelves. Tomorrow, Im going to make myself a nice, warm lentil soup, with garlic, tomatoes, and all sorts of beans and legumes, a vegetarian delight.

The point I want to tell myself in a day like today is just to keep on truckin, turn something bad into something good...at 6:30, Im in much greater spirits than I was at 10 this morning. And Im happy to say that I did get through it alone...reliance and dependency (on others) is a terrible thing, and i never want to be there, ever.

And I keep on keeping on....

colorama

there are quite a few things that simply make me happy by just being in the midst of them...the warmth sun, low humming voices on the radio, fresh pots o coffee, and COLOR (bright, ecstatic lively bursting unapologetic color). when i drive through streets of san francisco and see houses of odd color concoctions, it makes me go yeah! that person is amazing. I cant wait until the day I have my own house to decorate in all types of color. fuck neutrals, give me color!

emotional

im having a hard time remaining on a continuous notion. I get ecstatic with inspiration or desire, or have a long time going on a cloud nine, but something always seems to make it crash, and im back at square one. i know i have control over this, but i have a downfall of always letting my emotions get the best of me...

on another note, its fall time in san francisco. a crisp fresh air decked with rusting leaves. and i thought california was void of seasons. obama fever has taken light of the city, and i was blessed to be in the midst of a "riot" taking place down on mission the other night to witness the true joy that has come of the defeat.

where to go from here, i say...

forward only

i seek great pleasure

i seek pleasure in small things: like re-organizing my bookcases with beautiful books, and kitschy buddha statues, and painting chairs I find street-abandoned with funky colors and mood setting tendencies.

I start books ten at a time, and although I dream of their endings I have a hard time finishing them. I often wonder if there is anyone else like me out there.

probably not.

i've tickled my fancy

I believe that everyone has a universal need to belong, and where one feels "in" with "it", if it could be more simply put, depends on your own personal experience. Where I settle and belong, I shall remain....its just the question of getting there.

This weekend, I accompanied my dear friend Amber up to Southern Orgeon after she so spontaneously asked me a few days before if I would be interested in going. Without question I agreed (as I enjoy tickling my adventurous spirit), and before long we were putting on up the lonely and open roads of Highway 5.

Oregon, man...is it something else. I romantically find myself in love with the place, as it remains in many places untouched, and unbothered, its character secured deep within its lush green forests. The place; slowed to more of a graze or shmoozing appeal was in fact the most noticeable trait in Ashland. Everyone just walks around in an enjoyable state of being, no rushing here or there, no loud booms or need to be heard seen touch felt noticed etc. No pompous dicks or arrogant bastards, thank you jesus.

the best part; we shacked up in a land sprawled home with a farm fit for a king! Dan had live chickens, a vineyard, apple orchards, and every imagineable vegtable growing in abundance from the ground. I was in heaven. I have soon to go back, hopefully for a ski trip when the mountains are blanketed under fresh powder. And for a fresh breath of air to say the least.

twas a beautiful day in the neighborhood

days like this in san francisco...(that is)

without the gloomy dismal grey floating above...

makes me quite happy living here

splendid.

sometimes

Sometimes

I feel like this. Do no look at me, I do not exist. I do not want to face the world today, and deal with...anything. I do not like you, I do not like what you stand for. You suck, and I want nothing to do with you.

back and forth

the cyclical journey that i refer to as school has begun its path yet again. to alleviate the typicalities of sitting in too small of seats, note-taking, memorization of useless facts and the like..I've added a rather exciting addition this semester; that being Photojournalism. With a new Canon Rebel in tow and a knack for discovering this crazy city I dwell in, I'm thinking this semester will be one huge visual orgasm.

My professor, an interesting breed: a beefy "surfer dude" who works for the Contra Costa Times has the breezy, easy going appeal that brings extra room for creativity and isn't so caught up in the formalities. (phew!) Just what I do not need, is another teacher stuck in these pre-formatted molds. 

So great!... picture taking, story telling, moseying about the streets of San Francisco shooting through the lens; the path of my existance.

candy

I recently stumbled across a tragic tale of love, obsession, and tragedy in an unlikely bottom shelf locale in the video store entitled Candy. The movie stars Heath Ledger circa 2005, who plays an absolutely phenomenal lover, drug addict bohemian lifestyled boyfriend opposite Abbie Cornish. The two become meddled within a love triangle involving heroin, and whilst Candy paints beautiful paintings , one entitled "an afternoon of extravegant delight," the heroin soon becomes her first and only priority.The movie is beautifully shot, I mean...it captures the bohemian lifestyle that all quarterlifes yearn for; a passionate love, an artsy calling, an unescapable addiction...its good. watch it!

golden legos

And today beams a memory of all things lovely in the strange world of sarah. Its quite strange how paths and frames of mind change within each bounty of each day; odd odd odd illusions. odd things are lovely. it adds character. it puts hair on a mans chest. and there aint nothing sexier than that. amen, sistah jane. so a random notion and frame of mind; I just bought these really funky stickers; "war is not healthy for children and other living things" and i slapped them all the hell over the place; on the car, the computer, even the stall at school where i like to pee; you know..the one with all the cool, witty comments that are fun to read. I always make sure to go in the third stall down; yes, that one bitch, and oh! yet another witty remark in black sharpee. I always want to write this one phrase down; yet Id find it rather odd to be sitting, peeing, and vandalizing school property, so Ive decided to just be an observer of such. anyways, i stuck a sticker in that stall, and it adds color to the other what dim surroundingd. amen brotha jonah!

peace and love...
(read on)
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today today today today! marvelous things await
(i love the word marvelous; its underused but oh so



the blue skies beam so bright; hitting the eye with a pulsing fiery effect
The houses under the golden san francisco light glisten and glow; the pinks distinct from the peaches distinct from the creams, but all alligned so beautifully ontop the rolling hills. At night these same hills are flushed with distinct rows of lights lights all blinking and glowing and trinkling and dinging and forcing their presensce against the black lit sky.
Houses...forming...patterns up and down streets like Legos with bright, egocentric colors stacked..one on top of the other; a child's most creative masterpiece. A plethora of Victorian windows with decadent vintage ironwork, giving each house its own distinct personality and sharing its life in tune with the ebb and flow of each month's moon.
And, most wonderful of all; that time of day when the sun begins to glisten in gold, and oranges and pinks and all other bizarre and unlikely colors. And I sit there atop the terrace or maybe in the living room sipping a cup of pure afternoon delight and every building on the street glistens in warmth.

black shiny multitudes

"...and how boring each was. Compared to the experience of the...infinite...and a life in which the subject is not scholastic or bureucratic but...Me and Us; the attuned ones amid the non-musical, shiny black shoe multitudes. I with my eyes on that almost invisible hole up there in the r-r-r-edwood sky...


from: The Electric Acid Koolaid Test
by Tom Wolfe

rice and beans

Truly beautiful. (Mostly) untouched. One big lush, decadent rainforest. Birds with equisite and blinding color, wildlife with infinite abundance flooding the tops of the trees, beaches of white sand and the warmest of waters. equisite. the people..they live simple lives, no frills, nothing fancy...and their lack thereof has no effect on them whatsoever. they are just....content...with..what they have...their life of simplicity...and their smiles, oh, their lovely smiles beaming a brilliant white against the dark chocolate tone of their skin. its lovely! It is nothing short of a heavenly paradise. If there's one place ive been thus far in which I would like to go back time and time again, it is costa rica.