How to Make Almond Milk from Richelle C. on Vimeo.
Jon's almond milk.
Music: The Boy With the Arab Strap - Belle & Sebastian
How to Make Almond Milk from Richelle C. on Vimeo.
Jon's almond milk.
Music: The Boy With the Arab Strap - Belle & Sebastian
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| 1. Find some recycled wood. 2. Pick out your planks. 3. Cut them to the length of your liking. 4. You got the pieces to your table top! |
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| 5. Use a stain to refurbish the planks. 6. Then attach the wood together with smaller pieces of wood and nails. |
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| 7. Get your table top and rope together. |
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| 8. Scout out a tree to hold the table. |
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| 11. Be careful when putting it up. 12. And try not to hit yourself with the rope. |
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| 13. Drill holes in each corner of the table and double knot it. Tie it tight. |
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| 14. Make sure all the ropes are equal. 15. Then hang that shit up. |
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| 16. And behold, the hanging table. |
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| Blue Bottle Co. @ The Ferry Building |
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| 1. The Decemberists ending with The Mariner's Revenge Song 2. Colin Meloy on the screen 3. The perfect, perfect window |
| 1. Too funny |
| 1. Riding on BART 2. Powell Street 3. Inside of paninis 4. Cafe Sport in North Beach 5. My Decemberists record and Mika's Villagers record |


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| 1. Mika in front of Rasputin Records 2. Cafe La Taza 3. Iced Tea & Panini 4. Inside Rasputin Records 5. Mysterious Matt and our musical soulmate-ness |
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| 1. Mika and our mini-mes 2. Sometimes forgetting to adjust lighting turns out cool 3-5. Unicorn stickers taking over the city |
Good morning everyone. I've just made the move from Bangkok to San Francisco (the flight consisted of me sitting next to a guy who smelt like piss and cigarettes and him picking up his cellphone while the plane was about to take off) and I've just been settling in (more on my thoughts about that here). I haven't done much as I just landed about 36 hours ago, but I can already feel how different things are. The vibe here is just completely different to Thailand and everything just feels strange. I know, I know, I'm here almost every summer, but it's just hard to wrap my head around the fact that I live here now. I've been fighting my jet lag and ended up waking up at like 7AM yesterday. I made myself some granola, grapes, and Chobani vanilla yogurt, had some coffee, and if you follow my tumblr, you'll remember me talking about the nectarine the size of my face.