Have a rad weekend

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HOW’S IT GOING?

Is it hot as bananas where you are like it is here in the Bay area? Everyone is getting excited for Fall meanwhile I’m marinating in my own forehead sweat. Yesterday it was 90 degrees! Where’s the AC when you need it? No one has that here. Anyway, what are you guys up to this weekend? There’s this place down the street that has THE BEST chicken wings, but only on the weekends and last weekend they were a no-show so I’m pretty dang happy about ordering a ten-er of those this weekend. Other than that, we’re keeping things pretty low-key. The dogs picked up bordetella during their stay at Pet Camp last week, despite having the vaccination for it. It’s a nasty, highly contagious respiratory infection. They are on antibiotics and can’t go to public places at the moment. Jack crawled up next to me last night and watched dog youtube videos with me on my phone. He stared at it so intently. I imagine we’ll be doing some more of that while they are on the mend. Poor buddies.

Here are some fun things I found on the internet this week. Have a rad weekend!

This hipster barbie Instagram account is hilarious
A pretty chair
Couple tells how they met in Drunk History style
Private part rugs
This has been on repeat in our house lately
So sweet! The last living 9/11 search dog is honored with birthday celebration
We had so many pina coladas in Mexico and this recipe looks delicious
A cool cloud art installation in London

Above photo via A Restless Transplant.

Isla Mujeres, Mexico

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Last week we traveled to Mexico for one last summer jaunt before fall hits and our schedules ramp up. We took the red-eye flight from San Francisco to Cancun, then rented a car and spent 5 days exploring the Yucatan Peninsula. It was the best time. The people, the pace of life, the food…we just loved it all. After landing bleary eyed, we skipped the bright lights and touristy parts of Cancun and went to Isla Mujeres instead, a relaxed little island just off Cancun. The water was the most beautiful blue. We swam around and had coronas and ate fresh ceviche. My favorite part was when we took a boat out to go free-diving with the docile, plankton eating whale sharks. It was amazing to see about 50 or so of these massive animals up close. Our captain took us about an hour off-shore in deep blue waters until we saw fins. Trey and I would sit on the edge of the rocking boat and when our captain gave us the signal to jump, we’d jump into the water and dive down to them. Swimming along with them was like swimming with dinosaurs. They grow up to 40 feet long and are just mammoths! When I was a grad student at Scripps (UCSD), there was a whale shark embryo specimen in our fish lab. It was about a foot long. To see the adult version that was 40x larger was just too rad. We were exhausted after that and took naps in the shade at the hotel pool when we got back. The next morning we packed up and headed south to Playa del Carmen…photos from that leg of our trip coming soon!

Dogs of Mexico

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“He carries the paper for me every morning. He’s a good old boy”.

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“The big dog? Oh, he’s the neighbor’s. I know this because they always come looking for him”.

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“His name is Jack and his ears are like big steaks”.

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“BELLA! HER NAME IS BELLA” -guy working on the roof next door

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There was a sign at the dock where we left from that had a photo of a golden retriever who had recently passed away. This was their new dock dog in training.

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“This is mama, and here is her baby. People think she’s mean but she’s very nice”.

Processed with VSCOcam with lv02 preset I didn’t set out looking for dogs in Mexico. They just kept popping up on the streets, or on old dirt roads, at bus stops and beside docks. I loved making conversation with the owners, giving me a great excuse to use those 3 years of Spanish I took in college to ask the very important question “Es este tu perro? (is this your dog) ?”. I couldn’t always understand what they were saying, or them me, but we had one thing in common: a mutual love for dogs. Which is just about the best thing ever in my book.

 

Have a rad weekend.

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HEY.

We’re off to celebrate Trey’s 29th birthday in Mexico. Yesterday evening while Trey was running an errand he accidentally pocket-dialed me and it was the funniest thing. Coldplay was on the radio in the car and I swear he nailed every note. Normally I would just hang up, but I couldn’t resist listening in on his awesome Chris Martin rendition. When he got to the store he discovered he had accidentally dialed me and asked coyly “how much of that did you hear??”, and I told him through muffled bouts of laughter “all of it”. And now I’m sharing it on the blog. I’ll wait with baited breath to see how he’s going to get me back for this one. Happy birthday babe!

Here are some links around the web I found interesting this week. Hope you have a rad weekend!

The sweetest
Yum!
Can’t put this book down lately
To smile or not to smile
Amy Schumer and Jennifer Lawrence are writing a screenplay together
Don’t like any of the 2016 presidential candidates? Perhaps you’d like Deez Nuts
Music for your weekend

Above photo found here.

 

Inspired: End of Summer Mexico Trip

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This Friday we’re leaving for Mexico to spend 5 days on the Yucatan peninsula.  We were talking the other night about how we always travel off the beaten path when we go places – we backpacked across South East Asia, have stayed in airbnb flats outside the tourists areas in Europe, hired guides in Central America to trek us into the rainforest, etc. We love getting away from crowds and getting more of a local vibe in the countries we visit. One thing we haven’t done a lot of when traveling is stay at a resort in a popular, easily accessible location and just relaxed by the beach/pool. So, we’re off to do just that! I’m excited. The last time we were in Mexico was a few years back when we stayed in Cabo San Lucas. We landed and had forgotten to exchange currencies which made for a fun learning experience. This time we’ll be heading to Tulum and Playa del Carmen, and I’ll make sure to remember the pesos. 

Here are a few things I’ve been pinning on Pinterest while planning for the trip.

1. / Straw sun hat 2. / Turkish beach towel 3. / Sandals 4. / Beach tunic 5. / Brass cuff 6. / Sunglasses.

Have a Rad Weekend.

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WHAT ARE YOU UP TO THIS WEEKEND?

Any grand plans? We’re sleeping in. There will be eggs. There’s also this neat DIY I’m wanting to make if I can get my hands on some polymer clay. Currently, it’s 10:31 on Friday morning and I’m drinking this cup of Jamaican coffee I got at a coffee stop down the street that claims it is the best in the world right now because a hurricane hit there not too long ago, saturated the earth and did something spectacular to the beans. It’s so Berkeley/San Francisco bourgeois it hurts. In college I used to only drink Dunkin Donuts coffee every other day (small with cream, $1.49) from the shop across the street from the hall my english class was in because I thought the idea of paying for coffee I could make at home was a ridiculous expense. Today I paid $6 for hurricane coffee. TL;DR I’m a bourgeois adult.

Here are some things I found funny/cool around the internet this week. Have a rad weekend!

I’ve been listening to this all week
Ralph ate tater tots
Wild swimming spots around the world
A week without sorry
I love this!
This cabin in the woods of British Columbia is too cool
A yummy looking grilled cheese recipe
We’re giving our bedroom a little makeover and need a rug – I like this one and this one.
One of my favorite writers recently did a Nerdist podcast

Photo of a young Mick Jagger found here.

The Story of How We Found Our Stolen Motorcycle on Craigslist

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We all have those people in life that we don’t necessarily like, but tolerate for the sake of keeping the peace. There’s that person who chews REALLY LOUDLY in quiet places. There’s the people who feel the need to swipe in at the last second and take the parking spot you were clearly gunning for in the grocery store parking lot. Can’t forget Armrest Hogger on your red eye flight to the East coast, either. We all encounter them. They’re like bad farts, some people are just better at pretending they don’t exist than others.

Then there are the type of people we shouldn’t have to tolerate. Like thieves. Last week we encountered one face to face that stole our motorcycle off the street and listed it on Craigslist to make a profit.

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Ok, if I’m going to tell this right, I should start with a little backstory. The bike is a vintage 1976 Honda CB500, which to most of the kids working in tech around here who ride motorcycles, means absolutely nothing. It’s not the trendy Triumph bike that you’re going to spend 10k on, ride until it becomes less popular on the mens blogs, and sell it (sorry friends who ride these, but you know they’re trendy). It’s an older bike, vintage. Something only a bike enthusiast would really care to own. Trey grew up around bikes. Fixing them up, riding them until something breaks and doing it all over again. Road bikes, BMX bikes, motor bikes…all of them. Since I’ve know him, there’s nothing he loves more than sitting in the backyard or garage with a cold drink fixing up a bike, preferably with his guy friends who like to do the same. When we were first dating, I’ll never forget him and his roommate fixed up a road bike for me to ride to class. It was the most awesome thing ever. They painted it red with blue rimmed wheels and even put this tiny vinyl anchor sticker on the front. Trey and I used to play this game where we’d move each other’s bikes while the other person was in class so you’d come out and it would be gone (since we knew each other’s bike lock combinations). One time Trey put mine up in a tree (in the branches) so when I came out of class….my bike was in a tree. He stood on the other side of the court yard quietly laughing while I had to climb the tree to get it down in front of everyone. I love him.

We’ve also had this thing with stolen bikes. Once we witnessed one being stolen by a homeless guy at a music show in Chapel Hill, NC, chased the guy down and confronted him until he got off the bike, then I swooped in behind him and rode off with it, Bonnie and Clyde style. Then there was the time when we lived in the Mission neighborhood of San Francisco and had stopped off for cake on the way home (as you do) from another music show when we discovered someone had cut the lock, left my P.O.S bike and rode off with Trey’s bmx bike. I told Trey to take my bike and go find it (thinking he would feel better for at least trying), then to my surprise he tracked down the crackhead in the Tenderloin (the stabby part of the city) who stole it, pushed the dude off the bike, and rode home on my bike with his bike over his shoulder. When he met me back at home with the bike we went crazy while equally acknowledging how insane we both are. Me egging him on, him crazy enough to do it and vice-versa given the situation. Bonnie and Clyde, I tell you. I’d like to say we’ve dialed back our antics, but, then this idiot stole our motorcycle.

So. THIS MOTORCYCLE. We’ve had this one, which we’ve lovingly dubbed the “Honda Bike”, for a couple years now. Trey’s been fixing it up and whenever he gets done adding something new on it he excitedly runs in and asks me if I wanted to go on a ride with him to test it out. Warm summer nights on the back of a bike cruising down a highway next to the ocean in Florida make for some great memories! I look back on them fondly. So when we moved back to the Bay area, we shipped it along with the rest of our stuff to the other side of the country. Upon getting to Berkeley, we unloaded our stuff from our rented Uhaul truck into our new place until late into the evening. Around 8 pm, with a few miscellaneous items and the Honda Bike left to unpack, we decided lock all of it up in the Uhaul and park it on the well-lit street next to us to resume unpacking in the morning. Welp. The next morning we woke up and it was gone. As in the ENTIRE UHAUL TRUCK. So we called around to the tow companies in the area thinking it was towed. Nope, stolen. And there wasn’t really anything we could do about it except wait for it to turn up somewhere. Then, in a shocking turn of events, a few months later we got a parking ticket in the mail for the Honda Bike in West Oakland (sketch city), drove down and found it and towed it home. I know what you’re thinking, we must live in a bad area. We don’t. We live in Berkeley, home to million dollar real estate listings, moms in $75 yoga pants, and suburbs filled with progressively-parented kids that don’t come within a mile of any food that isn’t raw and bland.

So, that was the first time it was stolen and we got it back. But that’s not even the good part. Brace yourselves, it gets better.

By now the registration is out of date, and it still has Florida tags on it. We have it back, but we’ve got a million other things going on (slight exaggeration) and forget to get it up to date. In the meantime we go up to WA and spend almost a month up there at the orca lab. When we return, the bike is gone. NOOOO, we thought. It must have gotten towed since the registration was expired. SIGH. We call around to all the tow shops (again) and what do you know…there’s no record of it being towed. It has been stolen, again.

The next morning, Trey gets on the motorcycle section on Craigslist and…you guys….you’re never going to believe this……there’s the Honda Bike. SON OF A FREAKING GUN.

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So we talk on the couch about how we should go about this. First things first, he calls and reports the bike stolen with the Berkeley Police Department. A cop comes out and asks a few questions, Trey tells him he’s found the bike being sold on Craigslist, and the cop tells him that Trey has to verify the bike is his via the VIN number on the bike to know it is indeed Trey’s stolen motorcycle. So, next, we contact the guy who stole the bike via the phone number he has listed on the Craigslist ad. A few text messages later and we arrange a meeting at the guy’s house/shop just a few miles down the road for later that evening.

“Should we call for a police escort?”
“Should we be doing this without a cop present?”
“What if this guy knows what we look like already..I mean, he knows where we live, right?”

These are all important questions that we chose to ignore as we drove over there appearing to be interested buyers. Dumb? Probably. Did it work out in the end? Yep.

So we pull up and the guy has the bike out front ready to show us. He’s a young guy, maybe 30. Slightly hipster looking. He has long hair pulled back into a pony tail and he talks about the bike as if it’s an injured baby horse he’s been nurturing back to health. “When I bought her she wasn’t running”….”I replaced this, I did this and that”…”She runs great now, just got to take her easy”. That kind of stuff. I have my phone in the front pocket of my jacket, filming the whole thing. The guy seems nice, but I wasn’t born yesterday. Trey walks around the bike and sees the plates have been changed to CA state tags. We both see that the VIN number matches and that it’s our bike. Trey admires the work that’s been done for a few minutes before calmly saying:

“I’ve been looking for one of these for a long time, where’d you find it?”
“A police auction two months ago”, the guy responds
“Cool, and you have the papers and all?” Trey asks him
“Yep, got it all inside” he tells us, gesturing inside his garage

We agree that it’s a good price and Trey tells him he wants to buy it.

“Don’t you want to ride the bike before you buy it?” the guy asks Trey.

Right…because that’s what you do when you buy a bike you’ve never driven before. I look over at Trey and he looks at me.

“Nah, I don’t have insurance”, he improvises.
“Well once down the street won’t hurt”, the guy insists.

Trey grabs his helmet, starts up the bike, and rides it down the street and back. I stay behind as collateral. The guy makes small talk with me while Trey test drives his own bike. I was so tempted to lean over and tell the guy “I KNOW WHAT YOU DID… YOU STOLE OUR BIKE YOU STEALER!”, but I knew I had to stay tight lipped or else I’d blow our cover.

So, Trey comes back and says the bike runs great and that we’ll be back within the hour to buy it…we just needed to run to the ATM to withdraw cash.

And this is where the story gets ALL kinds of crazy.

We drive to the Berkeley Bowl, which is this natural foods grocery store about a mile down the road, and call the police. 15 minutes later a cop arrives and we explain our situation to him. We show him the title and he goes back to his car to look up the bike on his computer. He comes back with a baffled look on his face.

“It says it was registered to a ***** ****** on July 26th”.
“I don’t know how or why it would say that. I never signed over the title to anyone”, Trey tells him

We tell him about the bike’s history…that it was stolen from our Uhaul and then turned up a few months later. How the registration was out and it still had a Florida license plate.

Then the cop calls for back up and another cop arrives and they both go over to the guy’s place while Trey and I stay behind in the Berkeley Bowl parking lot and talk about how this kind of stuff only happens to us. They come back 30 minutes later and say the guy lied to us about getting it at a police auction….that he says he really bought it for $150 from a guy down the street and then he went directly to the DMV and got it registered.

“How can he get a bike registered that’s already registered in someone else’s name?” I ask the cops.
“Apparently it’s a loophole he found, because the bike had out of date tags. We can’t prove he stole it or knew it was stolen when he bought it, the cop lets us know.

“So, you’re telling me I can go find a vehicle that’s got out of state tags with an expired sticker, STEAL IT, and go claim it’s abandoned at the DMV, get paperwork for it and sell it on Craigslist?”, Trey asks.

“We’re working to see what we can do about this, but I suggest you go talk to the guy and you two figure out what to do”, the cop replies.

So we go back over to the guy’s house with the cop car following us. We walk up to the thief and he says “So, here we are” all confident. He tells Trey he got it from **** ******* (a faulty name) for $150 and had no idea it was stolen. He says he and a buddy were driving home and saw a bike for sale on the street, so they bought it and put it in the back of their truck. Which sounds suspiciously close to he and a buddy were driving home and saw a bike on the side of the street, picked it up and put it in the back of their truck.

At this point I’ve heard enough and I just blatantly ask him “Did you steal our bike?”
“No I did not”, he tells me, calmly. I get a bad vibe immediately and sense he’s not telling the truth.

“Why’d you lie to us about where you got it then?” I said back to him. He just stood there, looking around.

“Because either you stole it, or you know the person(s) who did”, I answer for him.

Trey shoots me a look. As much as I play the quiet card in other settings, I can be a real firecracker in situations like this. Once Trey asked me what movie character I most related to and I answered Icebox from the Little Giants because honestly, I’ve never been opposed to clothes lining a guy if I need to.

So, Trey lets the guy know he wants the bike back. The guy tells him he put a lot of work into it (PS HE STOLE IT) and wants at least $1,000. We tell him no way. He lowers to $800 after a few minutes, but we’re still not budging. Why would we pay for our own bike? So, we end up leaving, saying we’ll think about paying for it. We never planned to, we just decided it was best to leave and think of a strategy to get it back another way.

A few days go by and the guy mails us copies of the paperwork. We don’t know how he got our address, since the bike was still registered to a Florida address….so that was weird, knowing he knows exactly where we live (the bike was parked on the street in front of several houses/buildings when it was stolen). Trey calls the police every day to see if there’s anything they can do….nope. They tell us their hands are tied and it’s best for us to resolve it on our own. THANKS.

So then I’m eating a hard boiled egg one night and decide I’m going to send the guy a text. I have his number after all, since he put it in the Craigslist posting which we saved a screenshot of. BkSxWGn

Around 9pm one night I send him this:

“It was his grandfather’s, if you were wondering. It’s why there were Florida tags on it. It’s why the registration was out. It was the only thing left to Trey after he passed and now it’s gone. He won’t tell you this, because he’s a good guy from a small town that gives everyone the benefit of the doubt, even thieves. But I’m not. I’ve seen my share of things. And as his wife, I just want you to know that I know. And what you took is irreplaceable to him. “

The next day, Trey emails him saying we’re pursuing legal action and will be taking him to small claims court. Within the hour, the guy texts back and says to come get the bike.

We go back to the guy’s house, he invites us into his shop/garage and into a back room to sign the title back over to Trey. The guy gives a nod over his shoulder to some guy in the back working on a car and immediately I’m sketched out. But everything goes ok…he signs the title over, complains about “how much work he put into it” and that he’s “really being put out over this” in an attempt for Trey to pay him money….then hands Trey the keys.

Before we drive off, he tells Trey….“Sorry about your grandfather, man. Your wife told me this was his bike. I just want this off my conscience”.

He waves to me sitting in the driver’s seat of the Mazda and I just give him the best stank face I can muster up as I drive past him. I don’t like thieves, especially not nice, manipulative ones.

Then we got home and chained the damn thing to the front gate of the truck so it doesn’t happen again.
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And that is the story of how we got our motorcycle stolen (twice), found it on Craigslist, confronted the person who stole it, and got it back (with new parts, and updated tags).

Grandkids, I hope you’re into hearing stories about bikes being stolen because we have A LOT of them to tell you about one day.

Around Here

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1. Excited to wear this new suit on the beach soon / 2. This awesome necklace my friend made, too! / 3. Did someone say PARK? 4./ Sous vide-ing chicken aka a yummy science project / 5. How cute are these little tacks to hang things on the wall? / 6. Steve Zissou as David Bowie on a pin…I mean, come on. / 7. Evening walks for ice cream at Ici! / 8. Camp collection’s fall tees are just what I was looking for / 9. Waiting on BART (the subway) to go to the Giant’s game / 10. A little wooden whale from WA / 11. He found this sweatshirt at the bus stop!

A Beach Day

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This weekend we went to a Giants baseball game, tried out our new sous vide machine, and spent some time on the beach down in Pacifica. Being on the coast was a welcome respite from the balmy 85-90 degree temps in the East bay. The dogs chased the ball on the beach while we spotted sea lions in the surf from a blanket just out of the tide’s reach. Jack has learned if he stays down by the water his paws don’t get burned on the hot sand. Sweet guy. We also caught up on Mr. Robot, this show about a vigilante computer hacker. So good! 

This morning we were woken up by a 4.1 magnitude earthquake just a mile from us. It was the strongest one we’ve ever experienced here so far. Definitely a moment when you think “is this the big one?”…

Alright Monday, we’re awake!

Have a rad weekend.

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HAPPY FRIDAY

What are you guys up to this weekend? We’re heading about 30 minutes south to one of our favorite beach towns, Pacifica, to let the dogs play in the waves and run on the beach. Apologies for the lack of posts lately. I brought back a chest cold as a souvenir from our trip through the Pacific Northwest (could have gone for the t-shirt) and I’m the worst at sitting still and allowing myself time to heal. I’m guessing I picked up the bad germs from one of the shady gas stations we stopped at in middle of nowhere southern Oregon. The one with the bathroom around back that had the soap on a rope especially screamed INFECTION. Haha.

Let’s see, besides that, this week’s highlights were: getting our stolen motorcycle back (can’t wait to tell you guys about this one!), seeing a show at the Fox theater with friends, meeting a friendly girl cattle dog at the park and wanting to bring her home, and buying plane tickets for an awesome upcoming getaway to do some diving and swimming. So exciting!

Anyway, here are some things I found around the internet this week that made me smile. Hope you have a rad weekend!

Whenever I’m having a bad day, I watch this
Annoying words of 2015
Norway is building a highway for bees
These murals are amazing
Instagram foodie crush
Cool pillow
Eagles, the original drones

 

Above photo by Seachant.