Archive for August, 2010

Sista-SISTA

Saturday, August 28th, 2010



Sista-SISTA

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I know, right?

Hello gorgeous: a guest blog by sarah sweet yiieeeeeeeeeee

Wednesday, August 25th, 2010

I watched funny girl for the first time this week.  i hated it.  i turned it off half way through.  what i also realized is that i dont like watching movies about girls who arent pretty or good at singing.

ps. alpal is home so we finally get to see step up 3d as a family.  lydia, let us know if you’re in.  **dance beat dance beat dance beat** (like a beat, that you would dance to)

Last Day

Wednesday, August 25th, 2010

Today was the hottest day all summer. It was also my last day in San Francisco. Last night all the roommates went out to dinner and I gave everyone baggus. Today I packed up my room and all the suits and summer clothes that I never wore not even once.  Then I ate a turkey sandwich in the dog park then I went to work to pick up my laptop cord that I had conveniently forgotten in my boss’ boss’ office. Then I tried to watch TV but it was hard because I had a headache because I kept grinding my teeth and furrowing my eye brows.

Tomorrow: Chicago. SESweet will pick me up from the Airplane Station and then hopefully she will take me home and feed me while I go into fetal position and count all the sidewalk pedestrians from the top of our roof deck.

Then we go to Michigan and check out ma sweet’s new digs. Then I go to Philadelphia. Then I stop sleeping at night.

In other news: Peter started at Dartmouth Community College. I’m sure he’s having a miserable time.

Ma Petite FreetZ is FAMOUS!

Tuesday, August 24th, 2010

Mama’s so proud.

High Fives and a lot of beers

Sunday, August 22nd, 2010

Friday was my last official day at the planning department but I told my boss that I had to come in on Monday to wrap up and he said okay let’s go get drunk.

So at 4pm we went to Zeitgeist and drank three pitchers of beers and high fived and then he biked home and I went to drink a beer in the Mission with my SF Park friend Lauren and then I went to Nob Hill to drink beers with Hamilton friends Polly and JoJo and then I went home and sat on the stoop and waited for Hamilton friend Julia to fly in from LA movie-land and when she did we hugged and drank two beers and talked about how boring Ben Stiller is in real life. I am still drunk.

Last night we out for Ethiopian food. Here are photos.

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Then we went to some bars and met up with some of Jojo’s friends and I don’t really remember much of what happened but this morning at brunch I looked at my camera and found this. Success?

The day before my last day

Thursday, August 19th, 2010

I was the last one in the office tonight. I made myself leave at 9:30pm. I walked home. It was foggy. This summer intern project will not be finished by the time I leave tomorrow at 4pm.

Apparently it’s never been finished. A colleague stopped by my cubicle to say goodbye and I lamented that I wouldn’t finish in time and he said, “Yes, that’s the tradition apparently. None of the interns ever finish this project by the time they leave.”

I met with my boss this morning and we went over my report and I saw weeks and weeks of further analysis and writing. At one point I must have stopped breathing because he interrupted himself and said, You’re overwhelmed, and I said yes, and he said, well you’ve gotten much farther than anyone else.

The difficult part will be leaving this project so anti-climatically. It’s beyond frustrating. I will be feverishly working right up until 3:59pm. And then, at 4pm, my boss will take me to Zeitgeist and we will drink “until the fog rolls in.” I hope he tells me Jan Gehl secrets. And then, I’m going back in on Monday and Tuesday to try and finish as much as I can. The internship is officially over, but I emailed the IT guy and had him extend my account for two more days. When I was once elbow-deep in Quarter Life Crisisdom, someone gave me job advice: You should look for a job that you would do unpaid. I guess this is a good sign.

In other news: Today was Intern Britney’s last day. She stopped by my cubicle and told me that the San Francisco Historic Preservation Commission had passed her new document into code and this was a huge success. And then we clapped in my cubicle. And then I said, is this it? And she said yes. And then we got weepy and then we hugged. Twice.

Ch-ch-ch-changes

Tuesday, August 17th, 2010

I’m learning the internet! I made some changes to HoBaB! Don’t panic. Let’s go over this slowly. Together. Slowly.

Look to the right. —–>

What do you see? I’ll tell you. Some new things:

Recent Comments! The 5 most recent comments on HoBaB.

A Twitter Feed! I don’t do a lot of tweets but when I do they will be on the sidebar.

Subscribe by email! Now you can have HoBaB come to YOU! Subscribe to posts by email. This is an exciting feature. Let’s all welcome new subscriber, Uncle Paul.  WELCOME UNCLE PAUL!

Any other requests?

Here’s a song.

Final Presentation (UPDATED)

Tuesday, August 17th, 2010

Killed it.

I won.

UPDATE:

I didn’t drink coffee. I think that’s it. I made the coffee this morning and I brought the coffee but I did not drink the coffee and then I did not get a panic attack. Am I cured?

I stood in front of the planning dept and was like Lemme tell YOU about pedestrians on the sidewalk. And everyone was like hahahaha tell us! and I was like ok! And I gave the presentation and made eye contact and also funny jokes and also serious statements and at the end everyone clapped and then everyone asked questions and when it was over my boss said what are you going to do now? And I said I’m going to work on the written report and he said, nah let’s go get coffee and chocolate ganache instead so we went to an outdoor cafe and drank coffee and ate chocolate ganache and took pictures of the sidewalks and talked about how to make them better and then he told me about the year he spent with Jan Gehl in Copenhagen and how to build bike lanes and I sat and took mental notes and thought back to October 2007 when Sean and I moved to New York and Ma Sweet took us to a New Yorker Bicycling in New York City Conference hosted by David Byrne and that’s where I first saw Jan Gehl and he said this is the way I said I will follow you Jan Gehl and then, three years later. I have.

I feel great.

Presentation Black Outs

Monday, August 16th, 2010

This is the last week of my internship. Which means I have to give two presentations and a written report. Today was the first presentation to the citywide division of the planning department. Here’s a fun trivia fact: Did you know that I get stage fright when I give presentations and black out?

I panic. I practiced this 5 times. FIVE TIMES!  But as soon as the real deal is on I forget everything I’ve practiced, learned, memorized, and then have to go on budget auto-pilot to glide through the rest of the presentation. It’s like starting up your computer in “safe mode.” At the end my boss said I did a good job but at tomorrow’s presentation I should remember to say “this little detail,” and I said, Oh? I didn’t say that during this presentation? And he said no.

I literally blacked out. I have no memory of what I said.

This becomes a problem. I don’t know what happenes. Put me on the street at 8am in the morning and I’ll stop homeless men on the street and ask them their feelings about the sidewalk but put me in front of a group of colleagues and I faint. wtf? And what’s worse is that I’m conscious of it. It’s like when your foot falls asleep and you’re staring at your foot and you’re like MOVE FOOT!! And your foot is like, i’m dead, and you’re like MOOOOVEE and you shake your leg and throw your foot against the floor and you’re like HAVE FEELINGS FOOOTTT!!!! but it does nothing. That’s how it is in presentations. Inside I am thinking SAY THE WORDS GO GO GO YOU WIN BE THE WINNER WIN THE PRESENTATION RAH RAH RAH! and out loud I drool and then mouth breathe and then shudder and then say, “sidewalks bad. need space. pedestrians sad face.”

Jeanette Sadik-Kahn is never going to hire me.

Sweechigan

Monday, August 16th, 2010

[3 weeks ago]

Sarah: Mom misses gardening. She woke up at 3am last night to research properties in Michigan.

[1 week later]

Sarah: We’re in Michigan.

[2 days ago]

Sarah: