Tag Archives: iPhone

Happy Accidents.

Somewhere between Rockaway Beach and Long Beach, this was snapped.


no filter|au natural|iphone4


Monthly Exposure

Posted on

A ring, miles, weather, max, family, more miles, apartments, anniversaries, projects, work, lots of work, dark, fresh farm corn, trees, wet feet, brooklyn, birthdays, slushies, sushi, board games, smiles, love.

we kept it real.

xo leo and ag

Over the River and Thru the Woods

Posted on

Some random tunes carried us on our way.

From One Bay To The Next… Part III (the end)

Posted on

Some final words.

Beautiful, adventure, locked eyes, hand holding, new buds, best cabbie ever, sweet strangers, cheap thai, high fives, unbelievable views, fresh cool|crisp air, scarves in july, suspension, dog beach, eco buses, strong legs and sore feet, muni, bart, small town city feeling, experience.



from one bay to the next… Part II

Posted on

*photo heavy…

Our roommates for the week were lovely.  One was Jessica from Barcelona.  The other was Glorybell, from nearby Northern Cali.  We shared a bottle of red wine and eagerly discussed what the week in front of us was to hold.  Time for sleep…

By the time we awoke the next morning we were absolutely tingling with anticipation!  What would the office be like?  What would the people be like?  What would the job be like?  After two confusing-ass buses and over an hour we finally came upon the office.  The building was located downtown, surrounded by companies like Zynga and Adobe.  We greeted the door man and said “Airbnb please!”  He led us to an elevator that required a special card to gain access.  That’s right, we’re pretty important.  When we arrived on the 2nd floor Agnes and I practically had to hold our jaws from hitting the floor.  Seriously….HOLY SHIT!  The office was brand new and immaculate!  I’m talkin’ 20,000 square feet of white, modern, angular design.  It was an open floor plan and each desk was completely bare with brand new silver iMacs just waiting to be used.  That’s right.  Not a file cabinet, nary a file folder, in sight!  Far different from the days of old.  We had arrived!

We hurried to the breakfast area, where food prepared by Chef Sam (yep….he’s in residence), was waiting along with our other classmates.  Including us there were 15.  It was clear to see we all those obligatory first day of school jitters.  Was my backpack cool enough?  Would Agnes’ Golden Girls lunch box fly?  You get the point.  Promptly at 9AM we were led into the conference room we’d call home for the week.  The doors opened slowly to reveal a scene that was as if it were Christmas morning…and we were all on the “good” list this year.  Sitting atop the long white tables were brand new, still in the shrink wrap, macbook airs with brand new mice and headphones.  To top it off they had our names on them.  As we opened our macs and tried to acclimate ourselves with this decidedly ‘too good to be true’ atmosphere, we were reminded that it was Mustache Monday and that we were required to don the lip art as they passed it around.  Could this really be work?

The first day was a lot of setting up, password entry, email access, questions, nervous laughter, mustaches falling off…  By the second day it was old hat.  People began to come out of their shells.  Personalities emerged.  Jokes began to fly.  By the end of day two we were all BFF’s.  I mean, we’ve never been in a room with so many like-minded, bright, clever folks.  Everyone loved travel.  Everyone was well-educated.  We were informed that among hours of study and q+a the week would offer a ton of surprises, 80’s day, formal day and a third year launch party that was to span 9 hours and feature a little “DJ’ing” by none other than MC Hammer.  WHAT!?  I’ll take this time to add that the last job Agnes and I had featured torture day, purple t-shirt day, and the only DJ equivalent I can think of would be Rush Limbaugh. Paint a picture?

So here we are, in this amazing city meeting amazing new friends/co-workers, redefining the office experience.  Near the end of our week we had tons of laughs, hardcore training, an urban safari tour of where it all started (thanks Joe, Brian and Nate) – it was all too surreal.  I’ve heard others tell of wonderful places to work (Google, Bloomburg, Oprah) but never did I imagine I’d stumble across some such place.  My idea of benefits to date has been a Keurig coffee maker that I had to purchase and replenish myself.  Not at Airbnb.  At Airbnb, the streets are paved in gold!  At Airbnb,  there’s color coded fridges stuffed with healthy snacks like Greek yogurt.  At Airbnb they handed out American Apparel Sweatshirts (with our logo of course) because MC Hammer and My First Earthquake (amazing San Fran band…check them out!!) were playing on the roof and we might get chilly.  Yep…I tasted the Kool Aid…and I LOVE IT!!!

still more to come?

weekly exposure

Posted on

Agnes and Hammerhead…a tribute.

Posted on

One of Agnes’ most treasured possessions is probably her ’91 or ’94 (seems there’s a conspiracy afoot) Toyota Celica affectionately named Hammerhead. Together they’ve covered roughly 217,000 miles. The paint has dulled to a grey-ish hue. The seats have ripped. The A/C ducts are all willy nilly. The carpeting lifts at the edges. The dashboard says “poop” in faded white out. The trunk is held open by a monopod, 2X4, or most times…Leonard. Still, Agnes loves this little 2 door and Hammerhead most certainly loves Agnes! The two share a special bond. Aggy’s grandma was the original owner. She was full of moxy in her hip hatchback and promised the Toyota to Aggy. Aggy, in turn, vowed to keep that thing running come hell or high water…no seriously! Since then Ag and Hammah (to her homies) have been inseparable. There have been countless trips to Orlando and Tampa and all over. Hammerhead has been a storage unit. She’s been a closet. She’s been a moving truck. She’s been a recording studio. You get the drift! Well, this week Hammerhead got sick. Over the years there’s been this and that but never like this. She was spewing oil and and lost power steering…all on I275 in Tampa. Aggie was distraught! She pulled off the highway to their destination in Ybor. Leonard hopped out to look under the hood. He’s not a mechanic, but this night he played one to the best of his ability. Upon first sight it was clear that the power steering belt was shredded, taking another belt or two with it. There was oil all over poor Hammerhead’s engine and she smelled of coolant. There wasn’t much Leonard could do beyond his initial and obvious diagnosis, “Dag nab it Agnes. This thing is all gummed up!” The duo weighed their options and decided it best not to try to drive much further that night. They sought refuge in South Tampa with the intention of visiting Tampa’s best mechanic, Bill of Bill’s Family Auto, in the morning. When they arrived at their accommodations (thanks again Kaeleen) Hammerhead was burning up. They bid her goodnight, hoping she’d cool off. The next morning they woke with the sun and wrestled the powerless steering 3 miles to Bill’s. There was a line of worried car parents in the waiting room. The man in front of L+A was told his car couldn’t be seen for a couple days. When it was her turn, Agnes batted her eyelashes (frustratingly irresistible), and had Bill was under the hood within 10 minutes. The two looked on as Dr. Bill and his greasy nurses tended to the patient. They sat outside and inside. They walked to the corner store for drinks and gum. They played basketball with their gum wrappers. Two hours later the surgical team emerged, exhausted and shopworn. Leo and Aggy held hands, bracing for the worst. The worst was only 168 bucks!! Hammerhead needed a little tightening here and there and 3 new belts. Other than that A+L were told to make sure she had plenty of fluids, an annual check up and all the premium gas she desired. Hammah was processed and released that day to Aggy’s watchful care. What a relief! Girl and car reunited, with Leonard in tow. Here’s to another 217,000 miles of memories!

%d bloggers like this: