Sleepy Photos

the day i hadn't slept and went exploring the streets of chinatown was a strange day. it's one thing to be entirely sleep deprived and in public trying to give muni advice to tourists, but the entire mess just gets messier when it's 40 degrees and you haven't witnessed anything earlier than 10am in over a year.

and finding rocket ships on the embarcadero can be a little strange under any circumstance.

techboy had told me about that ship, but we'd missed its debut over by pier 27 and never thought to look for it again. but, as it turns out, it's camped out by the ferry building right where that gigantic metal spider used to live.

seeing that spaceship at such an early hour in such frigid weather made me feel a bit like i could be in a low budget sci-fi-- no part of my brain was making a lot of sense. but it was oddly enjoyable. waking up at 8am is something i cannot do. but staying up till 8am is just good comedy. everything is hilarious.

even bright red window-undies make you laugh.


i will say even though i've slept plenty since that walk, i still don't full understand what people do at 8am if they're awake but not headed to work. everyone we saw seemed to be headed to one job or another-- yet, in a fit of irony-- nothing was open. even the homeless people weren't awake yet.

there's something lonely about mornings in the city during winter-time. but something peaceful, too.

the city could stand to see more ice cream cones. i used to carry oil paint pens around so i could leave a smiling pink ice cream cone where ever i went. it was meant to put everyone in a better mood. it's hard to be angry when staring into the eyes of a happy little ice cream. i even made my first graffiti stencil of that ice cream. but, unfortunately, it turned out i am not bad ass enough to really get into the street art scene. it's sort of like why i don't have any tattoos: sometimes i'm just not that cool.

besides, i think graffiti may be the type of art i'm just better at enjoying than creating-- like music, and interpretive dances.


i found this guy in chinatown and despite the haphazard style, it made me smile. he's a sort of emotionally disturbed purple clown, who seems to have a penis. he's a bit like me.

i really ought to head out with my camera more often. and perhaps during times i am not desperately in need of a nap.