Mushrooms and Related Forms of Life

Mushroom Farm @ Far West Fungi (San Francisco Ferry Building)

I love Mushrooms.  I could eat them everyday, much like my pizza habit.  In fact, I probably eat them with greater frequency - if in smaller quantities – than I do pizza.  Now that’s saying something.

Two years ago, I dropped 30 pounds (not counting the 147 pound idiot I was dating, but enough about Meegull – you can read about him in other posts) using a combination of things, including the supplements recommended in the Perricone Diet (featured on PBS during Beg Drives).   One of those supplements is the SX Fraction of the Maitake Mushroom.  You can buy it in supplement form, but since I *love* the mushrooms themselves, I’d rather just buy them instead.

I have a couple of choices, but I usually go to the Sunday Farmer’s Market near San Francisco’s City Hall.  Usually there is a mushroom dealer there, and more often than not, he’s got maitakes.  After that, I had to brunch or coffee, usually with my laptop and a book (or three).  It’s always a good Sunday.

This past weekend, though, I went to the San Francisco Ferry Building, and nabbed my mushrooms at Far West Fungi.  They aren’t that much more expensive (if at all) than the Farmer’s Market, and they have a wonderful selection.  My biggest problem is getting out of there without enough mushrooms to start a mushroom farm the size of my county.

Speaking of things that live on decay and bullshit …

Why do people tell my ex things, and then say, “But don’t tell Eddddddd,” hmmmm??? 

For years, I’ve told these people “pretty much anything you say to him is known to me.”  Are people that I’ve known for years really that vapid and vacuous?  Or are they really just that manipulative? It’s a conundrum for me, as I like neither answer, and yet … over the last year.  It’s happened repeatedly.  Multiple people.

My ex and I laugh about it.  Just, FYI.

Nun World Order: 30 Years of the Sisters and the Hunky Jesus Contest

Looking Over Nun World Order

Yes, I’m back.  I have to get into the habit of doing blogs again.  Now, I must have two, but that’s a story for a different time.

This past weekend, I was cajoled into attending the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence Event: Nun World Order.  It marked the 30th Anniversay of the Sisters aka SPI, and their annual event for Easter in Dolores Park which culminates in the (wait for it) Hunky Jesus Contest.

I got there first, and was soon joined by Adi and Kevin, then Xophe.  We all brought way to much food.  I was really still wrapping up my cold, so I didn’t have anything to drink until afternoon, but the other boys got started before noon (lushes).

It was a gorgeous day.  The musical entertainment was hit and miss, the highlight probably being the SF Cabaret Singer of the Year (don’t remember her name or the actual award title), singing about her dating life with the ditty:  “They Turn Gay!”

We had a great spot at the top of the hill (good choice Ed, oh, wait, that’s me).  The only time it was a disappointment was when the Hunky Jesuses got on stage.  They were tough to see.  In trade, we got to keep our hearing (big speakers that were LOUD).  I don’t even know who won, but my first choice was “Internet Jesus” who was on a big cross he was carrying about with two thought bubbles:  (BRB) and (LOL).

Priceless.

A Sticker for Your Donation!

The SPI have bills to pay, and so they come around and ask for donations.  I think they get enough from this event to cover their costs, and make a little money.  They give plenty of money to charity, so we were happy to give.  <cue Tina Turner>

In return for your donation, they give you a sticker.  You choose where it goes.  Xophe chose below his navel, hence, the photo above.  (I chose my neck.)

Somewhere along the way, “Mike” (formerly Feraz) showed up with Cristos/Cristo/Christo … never could remember what variety of that name he is.  Ran into many friends, and met an online chat friend I’ve chatted with for over a year (Hi Aaron).  It was all really nice.

We ate too much, some of us drank too much (not mentioning any names, but the first initial is ADI), and headed out when the contest was over.

We didn’t go to the Afterbirth Party, though …

The Golden Angel of 18th Street

On my way up to the ’stro, this very nice and handsome man was heading down the street and consented to a photo.  It’s hard to tell, because I haven’t optimized the color (unretouched), but he’s covered in gold body paint.  He was very sweet, and 45 seconds later, he was on his way …

It’s good to be back!

Oh, alright … we have to have *one* HJ image from the contest day.  Here ya go:

THIS is Hunky Jesus???

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!