allison q mccarthy

The Daily Photo Project

aquinnm — Fri, 09 Mar 2012 05:41:03 +0000

April: Apartment Sky

March: Feet

February: Bed

January: The Courtyard

Little Yellow Shoes

aquinnm — Sat, 30 Apr 2011 01:51:59 +0000

Odopod by Color

aquinnm — Sat, 01 Jan 2011 07:27:24 +0000

People on Busses

aquinnm — Sun, 22 Aug 2010 11:44:47 +0000

Beach Ball, 21 Outbound

She was the funny kind of plump with an upper body almost perfectly shaped like a giant beach beach ball – round, full and just slightly about to burst. Her shape was almost joyful in a Santa Claus kind of way. She sat quietly with her hands crossed and her legs dangling, just a bit too short to reach the floor. Her face remained expressionless as her gaze remained fixed in one direction, with a sort of quiet determination to reach her stop. She moved her head only slightly to glimpse at passengers getting off the bus while the rest of her body remained motionless with statue-like exactness. She rose slowly and tiptoed toward the exit, stepping down as the doors welcomed her to the street below.

Reading, 43 Outbound

His shoes were loosely tied, flimsy and carefree as though there was no consequence to anyone at all for unraveling. He sat quietly and expressionless, as he focused his attention downward on his book checked out from the San Francisco Public Library. The plastic covering crinkled in his had as he turned the pages. I found him attractive, but not handsome in the traditional sense. His dress was casual, his hair – short, sprinkled with shades of light ash. He seemed remarkably young in his demeanor, though the history in his face revealed his age. He was like many men I’ve come across in San Francisco. A tad scruffy. Possibly gay. Youngish, but mature. There was something that drew me to him.

Old Lady, 6 Inbound

Her voice was distinct – raspy, determined and unintentionally beautiful. Her tone turned alarming and her hysterical rants to passerby made it very clear that she was deep in her own version of reality. An outcry to Jim Donna. A plea to be hired during her job interview at UCSF. She told the old lady sitting across from her that she’s never looked so well to-do before. Followed quickly thereafter by a comment that old people need to be stopped. She wore a green, old sweatshirt with one arm tucked inside the body of the garment leaving a dead, dangly sleeve, limbless by her side. Every now and again in between spurts of anger, she playfully lifted her ugly black shoes into the air and wiggled her feet about, smiling gleefully and humming a tune under her breath. “Well, there’s a wrong way to do it and you’re doing it wrong” she coyly remarked under her breath at a woman who had taken a seat nearby. The woman had bright pink hair.

The project is on hold for now, as both Linzi and I need to find the time make these happen regularly. We’re always too busy with real work and other side projects. Yikes! But we’ve gotten a lot of great feedback inspiring us to get this back on track eventually…

The Adorable Stalkers

aquinnm — Wed, 22 Apr 2009 12:47:36 +0000

The Final Post: January 06, 2011

This is my official end-stalking announcement, though from the amount of writing I’ve been doing, I’m sure you’re not surprised.

It’s 2011 and for a long time, my posts have been mostly non-existent. Not because I’m failing to post, but rather, I’m failing to stalk. My focus has been elsewhere (home, job, netflix) and to be honest, the men have been elsewhere too (making it especially difficult to write about anything). These aren’t bad things. I’ve been loving doing nothing and worrying about no one. My life in semi-solitude has been awesome. And while that may sound somewhat sad, it’s actually the best thing I could ask for right now. But, that’s boring to write about. You don’t care about that NOVA special I just saw on the crash of Flight 447. You can see Twitter for that. You don’t care about my favorite New Year’s Eve ever (a toast to myself in my brand new apartment). You can also see Twitter for that. You care about adorable stalking stories, and those I do not have.

The future will hold a gentleman friend, to be sure, and my new place makes for an ideal cozy, cuddling get-away. I envision plenty of sweetness in due time. Don’t get me wrong, I will stalk adorably in silence and lurk lovingly in private, but as far as this site is concerned, this is the end.

The Swimmer: October 16, 2010

I first spotted The Swimmer resting against the wall of the pool, having some water and watching time as he prepped for his next set of laps. I decided to share his lane, smiling down at him as I sat on the edge, stretched for a bit and hopped into the water below. I can’t say that our tiny exchange was particularly flirtatious in any way. A friendly “hello” upon entering a lane is pretty standard etiquette. Not to mention there’s something unapologetically unromantic about a girl in bright orange swim cap, ski-mask style googles and large plastic headphones attached to her head. Reading anything into this moment of casual greeting would be ridiculous. But, he was quite adorable and had a really nice, warm smile so I decided to read into it anyway – convinced that this was a teeny spark that needed some fire. So, I went on to swim with the most impressive style, grace and speed that I have… Only to find him gone just after a few laps.

The Boy Next Door: January 1, 2010

The Eve of the New Year tends to be wrought with impossibly high expectations which is why I tend to keep things simple and cheery as I step out on this night. My fellow stalker and I took to the streets of San Francisco, remanicing on loves gone wrong and toasting to better futures over beer and whisky. Although boys were on the brain, they were not on the agenda… Until two cute ones decided to join our little party. The Boy Next Door, a handsome lad with a penchant for 80s music, literally lives on my block. We laughed, we raised our glasses at midnight and after it was over we went our seperate ways in the same direction.

Mr. Mercury: November 18, 2009

Although I’ve landed many-a-new target in Hayes Valley, I wouldn’t really qualify the quaint San Francisco neighborhood as “teeming with cute boys.” It just so happens I find myself there most often and sooner or later, statistically, I am bound to come across someone interesting. Today, my little path crossed with Mr. Mercury, fondly named after a welcomed new cafe in the ‘hood. He was quietly typing away on his laptop, sending a glance here and there and generally giving off a good vibe. In fact, I think he was begging for a hello. Did I say hello? Of course not, who do you think I am? That was his job.

The Crush: May 21, 2009

It’s probably fair to say that The Crush, as first spotted in Hayes Valley, is one of those people who makes me blush. Who makes me fumble with words and sends my nerves into overdrive. It’s equally fair to say that I absolutely hate him for it. He should be jailed for that kind of abuse. Alas, with nerves a-flutter I press on and hope, in time, that he will find me as irresistible as I find him.

June 05, 2009 – 8:57 pm

I’ve been doing quite a bit of silent stalking of The Crush since my first “new target” post on him. As previously noted, he continues to make me blush, grin extensively and behave slightly giddy and often squirrelly which, of course, terrifies me. So in fear of being caught red-handed (or red-faced in this instance), I have been keeping my mouth shut with hope that he has been noticing my subtle (or more likely blatant) attempts to be flirtatious. And lucky for me it seems, despite my regularly scheduled fumbles and shy, awkward advances, that he is well aware of my position and that he might actually like me back. But then again he might not. Holy crap, I’m bad as this.

June 21, 2009 – 1:30 pm

Somewhere in the midst of smiles, sarcasm and sprightly encounters, The Crush has quietly crossed a threshold into a place where I no longer feel comfortable “stalking” him. If were to be completely honest, I’ve come to realize that I am not quite the pro stalker I would have previously assumed. Especially when it comes to where one “is” or how one is “doing” within a stalking cyle. I haven’t been able to determine when someone makes the nebulous transition from a passive stalk into an active “situation”. Mainly because the opportunity has never presented itself before. But somehow, I *think* I may have miraculously stumbled into what appears to be a developing “situation” with The Crush…

July 12, 2009 – 12:23 am

Sometimes there’s really nothing more to say than simply that you’re thinking of him.

July 24, 2009 – 10:49 pm

I find telling someone that you like them to be one of the scariest things ever, despite the fact that both of you already know it. For some reason, the act of saying “I like you” aloud for the first time is daunting and flat out terrifying especially when you’re dealing with someone who is a bit of a mystery to begin with. But miraculously, I was able to release those words from my mouth and onto The Crush, albeit slightly unnecessary as he was already well aware of my position. Whatever, it wasn’t so bad. I just hope I didn’t scare him off…

August 09, 2009 – 7:45pm

How do you know when it’s a date or when it’s just a regular hang-out session that you’re fairly used to doing? My fellow stalker and wise friend, Kristen (you know her as kmm) says that it’s a date if it’s on a Saturday night, if it involves transportation and you look a little nicer than you normally do (check, check and check). So, according to my dear friend’s standards, The Crush and I have successfully gone on a date.

I, however don’t adhere to such rules when deciding whether or not one has engaged in this “date” thing. I say this because I’m not quite accustomed to the intricacies of “dating” as my “dating” history is not so good. So I rely on feelings. This particular hang-out session *felt* more on the “date” side of the fence then not. Does that make it a “date”? I’m not sure I care.

September 07, 2009 – 6:53 pm

It’s been a month since my last post on The Crush and since then I’ve been pleasantly stealing his time as much as he’ll allow. There’s been some exploring, some dining, some laughing, some heckling – and I’m always left wanting more – more exploring, more dining, more laughing and more heckling (ok maybe less heckling). I’m pretty certain we’re still gliding along in our happy “situation” but it’s a little hard to tell. So for now I press on, stealing time, smiling and finding comfort in the secret clues, hidden moments, and silent gestures that tell me he still likes having me around.

Yellow Shoes: April, 11, 2009

Today’s inaugural encounter with Yellow Shoes was absolutely adorable at an undisclosed location that I frequent quite often. His charm, his handsome smile, and yes, his yellow shoes were delightful in every way imaginable. The engagement was short, but optimistic as we shared a few words, first names and the promise to come back again soon. Perhaps in our next encounter I will unearth enough courage to get his number.

April 13, 2009 – 8:03 pm

Equipped with a first name and a search engine called Google, I began the seemingly fruitless attempt of internet stalking Yellow Shoes. Admittedly, this particular instance of stalking was borderline creepy and I unearthed more data than I had originally anticipated. Being a pro stalker, however, I was not entirely surprised. Anyway, I won’t disclose the process of which I came to learn more, but learn more I have and I still maintain that Yellow Shoes is adorable just like my stalking.

May 16, 2009 – 5:25 pm

It was a rare, hot day in San Francisco and so I took my cute little self (donned in plaid dress) over to the a place where I thought I’d catch a glimpse of and perhaps a chat with Yellow Shoes. Admittedly, I walked by quite a few times, lingered a bit and pretended to make a phone call before deciding I was too shy to go in and say hello.

June 09, 2009 – 6:48 pm

I haven’t actually spotted Yellow Shoes recently. In fact, I’ve only seen and spoken with him one time. But it was a nice one time and a one time worth remembering. A one time worth going back for. A one time worth riding by on the bus hoping to catch a glimpse of him. A one time worth jumping off the bus, skipping my previous appointment and inviting him for a drink nearby. But I stayed on the bus. I kept going. I kept going in a different direction because a different direction is where I’d rather be.

June 14, 2009 – 1:45 pm

Yellow Shoes spotted at 1:45pm. This time, I wasn’t seeking him out, but rather, a chance encounter at the assumed location. He did not remember me. In fact, we had the same exact conversation as we did the first time, only I didn’t have the heart to tell him so. I just let him ask me the same questions to which I answered with the same responses. But one thing had changed in this second encounter. He was obviously and painfully blushing this time around and went as far as to call himself out on it. Of course, I fled the scene immediately.

February 23, 2010 – 10:45 pm

I haven’t thought about Yellow Shoes in a while, but I was entertaining the idea of meeting him for a drink. We met a while back and became “friends” on Facebook. The timing was wrong and nothing ever came of a proper date. So, I thought I would open that gate again and send him a message. But… He “unfriended” me — Really? I can understand if we went out and I turned out to be a horrible person. I can understand it if we dated and broke up and everyone’s heart got all tangled up in this web of lies and misery. But none of that happened. Seems a bit dramatic, no? Well thank goodness an obvious disaster was averted. Thank you Facebook. Thank you for inadvertently helping me dodge the crazy bullet.

The Anthropologist: February 22, 2009

A very cute and very worthy boy of stalking was sitting in front of me in a cafe in Amsterdam. As he unearthed his macbook and ordered a coffee in English I immediately swooned, willing him to notice my gorgeous jet-lagged self and start up a conversation. I am much too shy to initiate anything, so instead, I silently stalked him from afar, sipping my espresso, longing for a nap.

February 22, 2009 – 2:17 pm

The cute and cunning Anthropologist asked me about my writing and we officially move from stalking to talking. We chat for a few hours and make plans to meet up later in the evening after I have successfully napped and bathed. Sadly, I ended up sleeping until 4:00am, never to see him again.

February 26, 2009 – 10:26 pm

To my gleeful surprise, The Anthropologist emailed me while I was galavanting through the streets of Amsterdam . Perhaps our little moment in the cafe was not the end of the road for my new friend, The Anthropologist. Will I continue to sleep through possible future encounters? I should hope not.

March, 01 2009 – 2:35 am

The Anthropologist sent me another email but regrettably, it was delivered after I had already arrived back in San Francisco and we were unable to reconnect during my adventure. My new American friend, The Anthropologist has been living in Amsterdam for quite a bit and has offered insights if I ever wished to do the same. Perhaps that chance encounter may not have been the last… who knows?

The Twitter Guy: January 21, 2009

I have to be a little more discrete about The Twitter Guy because this is a secret stalker crush and it’s crazy likely that he will find and read posts about him. Eek! This one makes me nervous. Though, I do have over 400 followers so it could be anyone right? I can’t disclose how I came to follow The Twitter Guy either because then it would be too obvious! Oh my. This one is is going to get messy! Stay tuned…

February 09, 2009 – undisclosed time

Flirted with the Twitter Guy today on twitter. Can anyone even tell when they are being flirted with on twitter? Can anyone really flirt with someone via twitter? Can anyone really make any kind of sense of any of what happens on twitter? Ugh I have no idea. I find the Twitter Guy to be super interesting despite the fact that I know nothing about him other than my stalking…

March 06, 2009 – undisclosed time

Something recently happened with the Twitter Guy somewhere. That’s about all I have the nerve to share because I am so damn awkward and adorably worried that he may suspect that I am stalking him…

March 12, 2009 – 5:52 pm

I don’t even know the Twitter Guy. I like to think that I sort of, perhaps even kind of know the Twitter Guy, but I would be fooling myself if I were to claim any of those statements as true. Because it’s not true. I do not know the Twitter Guy. But, every time I take a moment to stalk him in my social graph, I continue to find him more and more adorable and increasingly fascinating. Who are you Twitter Guy? Hang out with me for real.

April 04, 2009 – 11:41 pm

The Twitter Guy has not been spotted in the wild. He has not been spoken to, flirted with nor admired from afar. He solely exists on twitter, tweeting in the distance and although I enjoy his 140 characters of wit, I must admit I am growing weary of this lackluster stalk. I hesitate to file my only active interest among the other dead and dying men so I will continue to lurk. However, your days are numbered, dear Twitter Guy.

The Flickr Guy: January 14, 2008

I have found a seriously attractive guy from a comment he made on a mutual contacts flickr photo. I am going to make it my mission to find a way to meet him because if I can assess that he is this delicious from a 48×48 pixel icon, I can only imagine what the in-person encounter would be like. Let the stalking begin!

January 22, 2008 – 7:52pm

The Flickr Guy spotted at a popular art gallery in San Francisco that regularly hosts live creation events. Did I know he was going to be at said event? It’s possible. Did I go to said event with the intention of “accidentally” meeting him? It’s likely. Did I meet him? No! I chickened out as usual, especially when faced with the always heart-warming, girlfriend reality. Sigh.

February 16, 2008 – 10:30 pm

The Flickr Guy spotted at another gallery in San Francisco. I may also have known that he was going to be there showing his work but I didn’t necessarily go in order to meet him because I do not mess with the girlfriend reality. It was more about seeing a good friends work who happened to be showing at the same show, with a delectably small portion of stalking on the side.

The Architect: October 2007

The Architect is regularly seen wandering around the neighborhood in which I work. Though I have no memory of the first time I took notice of this strapping young lad, it had to have been when I first appeared on the scene of my job in October 2007. Although I have no intentions of ever speaking with him, I do enjoy the fine moments when I get to pass him by and smile.

January, 13 2009 – 4:17 pm

The Architect spotted entering his office looking adorable in his blue shirt and button fly jeans. I strut by hoping he notices my legs, exposed from my impossibly short dress and killer boots. The best part about this episode is that I’ve learned where he works and now must dutifully crown him as “The Architect”.

February 02, 2009 – 12:46 pm

The Architect spotted during lunch at a popular cafe near my office by a co-worker. It’s important to have a strong ally when one is stuck in a meeting. Her unfavorable report has indicated that he was with a lady of some kind… Friend? Co-worker? Secret lover? The world needs to know.

July, 02 2009 – 1:07 pm

Holy Crap! I had certainly put the Architect to rest as it’s been a good five months since our paths have crossed. I was surely convinced that he landed a new job, relocated to a city abroad, or was just regularly hiding in a nearby alley, sheepishly avoiding my unwanted advances. But not so! I spotted him outside my office today looking just as charming as remember.

November 13, 2009 – 9:57am

A possible Architect or Architect look-alike was spotted entering a nearby cafe. Because my encounters with the disappearing-reappearing Architect are few and far between, I decided to investigate further. Was it him? Was it someone new? Was it a crazy hack who looked slightly cute from afar? I had to know. The pursuit went like this:

Questionable Architect walks in to cafe.
I catch a glimpse from afar and decide to pursue.
Slowly, I approach said cafe but not with trepidation – with confidence.
I peer inside, swiftly and with purpose.
Standing at the counter is undoubtedly, The Architect.
I smile and quickly turn back to my original destination, satisfied with the confirmation.

Perhaps we’ll meet again some day. Perhaps then I’ll say hello.

18 Objects

aquinnm — Sun, 08 Feb 2009 03:56:08 +0000

May I Suggest…

aquinnm — Mon, 22 Sep 2008 11:15:12 +0000

may i suggest: a stow lake adventure

san francisco: grab your iphone and head to golden gate park with the california academy of sciences field guide app. navigate your way to stow lake using the location-aware map and start the guided walk around the lake. spot some nature, take some photos and feel good that you’re using your technology obsession outside for a change.

may i suggest: love where you live

anywhere: take as much time as you possibly can to hunt down a place to live that you absolutely love. i’m talking every detail here – city, street, building, layout, proximity to work, features and laundry. be patient, put in the time, look at a lots of spots and i promise it’s worth it. two things. one – it usually takes a very long time. two – it’s pretty unlikely that you’ll find anything better than mine.

may i suggest: morning at ferry plaza

san francisco: wake up extra early on a saturday morning and head on over to ferry plaza. take a moment to notice how the light changes over time as you watch the vendors set up their wares. soon the silence turns to the hustle and bustle of tourists checking out the farmers market so get in fast and get out before it’s too crowded to move.

may i suggest: midnight on the roof

anywhere: if you’re lucky enough to have access to your roof, take a moment to go up there at midnight and observe the environment around you. for an extra special treat, wait to do this during a full moon and bring some music with you. two things to note: if you fall, it’s not my fault. if someone thinks you’re a robber, jump.

may i suggest: buy yourself flowers

anywhere: take a trip to your nearest local floral boutique and treat yourself to a unique arrangement of fresh flowers. don’t buy them for someone else. buy them for you. unless you hate flowers. then i’d suggest you do something else.

may i suggest: exploring the roses

san francisco: walk, ride, bike or bus over to the very expansive golden gate park where you’ll find lots of hidden delights and surprises like the rose garden, secretly tucked away beyond the museums. spend time exploring the varietals, enjoying the lovely scents and admiring the colors, shapes and sizes of the seemingly endless beds of roses. always remember one thing: roses have thorns so don’t go falling in.

may i suggest: musée mécanique

san francisco: journey down to pier 45 on the embarcadero for an epic adventure into the creepy museum of antique penny arcade games. be sure to take plenty of quarters with you to witness the century old “games” including the bizarre opium-den, a graphic french execution and an uncomfortable jolly jack laughing machine. if you’re prone to nightmares and hate fun, i suppose this isn’t the place for you.

may i suggest: playing by the sea

san francisco: navigate your way across the golden gate bridge, through some roads and over to tiburon. stroll about the town, have a beer and take a rest on the grass by the edge of the water. set up camp and work on perfecting your handstands for several hours. broken limbs, backs and egos are highly likely.

may i suggest: indian springs

san francisco: hop in a car and head north over the golden gate bridge to calistoga where hot springs and mud baths are a plenty. book an early morning massage at indian springs and enjoy an entire day of nothingness, lounging by the enormous geyser-fed mineral pool. in the likely event you lose your ability to move your body due to extreme relaxation, i suggest you avoid the deep end.

may i suggest: a foggy beach day

anywhere: take a ride to your nearest beach on a less desirable day – the foggier, the moodier, the overcastier the better. enjoy exploring the eerie atmosphere, get lost in your solitude and consider the stark contrast of the beach on a sunny day. if i were you, i would avoid swimming, drowning and falling off cliffs. no one will find you.

may i suggest: a twin peaks sunrise

san francisco: take a long hike up or call a taxi to take you to the top of twin peaks at dawn and watch the sunrise over the city. take a moment to consider how peaceful the moment is and how surprisingly crowded it as at that hour. if you’re expecting a taxi to just show up to take you back down, you might be disappointed.

may i suggest: a sunset hike

san francisco: grab a group of good pals and head north over the golden gate bridge to the top of mount tam. follow the narrow, curvy roads up and up through the hills and trees. pick one of the many scenic places to stop and hike on up just before sunset. may i suggest a nice bottle of wine to sip as the sun sets. be sure to drink in moderation unless you actually want the hike down to get ugly.

I hope you like these little bits of writing and adventure. Follow more these micro-experiences at my posterous blog May I Suggest…. I keep this page as a place to save my favorites and the site to serve as more of a traditional blog platform. Look for updates on both.

TED with Breakfast

aquinnm — Mon, 26 May 2008 14:28:40 +0000

- 026: “Daniel Libeskind’s 17 words of architectural inspiration” with a fuji apple and something else later.
- 025: “Tom Wujec on 3 ways the brain creates meaning” with a homemade rosemary ham scone.
- 024: “David Gallo shows underwater astonishments” with organic fig waffles and a cup of strawberries.
- 023: “Olafur Eliasson: Playing with space and light” with apple cinnamon oatmeal and lemon tea.
- 022: “Pattie Maes demos the Sixth Sense” with breakfast TBD when I get to work…
- 021: “Tom Wujec on 3 ways the brain creates meaning” with a strawberry smoothie.
- 020: “The design genius of Charles + Ray Eames” with apple cinnamon oatmeal (really exited about this one!)
- 019: “Diane Benscoter on how cults rewire the brain” with breakfast TBD when I get to work…
- 018: “Ray Zahab treks to the South Pole” with apple cinnamon oatmeal and an orange.
- 017: “Philip Zimbardo prescribes a healthy take on time” with a scrambled egg sandwich.
- 016: “Ueli Gegenschatz soars in a wingsuit” with apple cinnamon oatmeal.
- 015: “John Hodgman’s brief digression” with breakfast TBD when I get to work.
- 014 “Jane Poynter: Life in Biosphere 2″ with papaya and the last of my cherries.
- 013 “Richard St. John: Success is a continuous journey” with cinnamon oatmeal and cherries.
- 012 “Robert Full: Learning from the gecko’s tail” with a strawberry banana smoothie.
- 011: “Carolyn Porco flies us to Saturn” with a chocolate chip peanut odwalla bar and cherries.
- 010: “Joachim de Posada says, Don’t eat the marshmallow yet” with rosemary scrambled eggs and cherries.
- 009: “David Gallo shows underwater astonishments” with a croissant.
- 008: “Ken Robinson says schools kill creativity” with a rice cake and a fuji apple.
- 007: “Stunning data visualization in the AlloSphere” with apple cinnamon oatmeal and a fuji apple.
- 006: “Jill Bolte Taylor’s stroke of insight” with wheat toast and red raspberry jam.
- 005: “Hans Rosling shows the best stats you’ve ever seen” with cherry vanilla yogurt and an apple.
- 004: “Mary Roach: 10 things you didn’t know about orgasm” with a bowl of cherries.
- 003: “Dan Barber’s foie gras parable” with apple cinnamon oatmeal and a bowl of cherries.
- 002: “Dan Ariely asks, are we in control of our own decisions?” with vanilla yogurt & a bowl of cherries.
- 001: “elizabeth gilbert on nurturing creativity” with sausage scrambled eggs & a bowl of cherries.

Photography

aquinnm — Thu, 31 Jan 2008 11:56:45 +0000

First Heard Last

aquinnm — Sun, 01 Jul 2007 14:50:58 +0000

2009

1.27 heard last – yeah, that one is really hard [andrew]
1.27 first heard – im sorry [muni lady]

1.26 heard last – he’s trying to find it [andrew]
1.26 first heard – how are you doing today? [sue]

1.25 heard last – hey, let me get your number so i can call you later [yellow cab]
1.25 first heard – he’s so sad! [caitlin]

1.24 heard last – hahaha yeah [andrew]
1.24 first heard – neerrrrrrds [andrew]

1.23 heard last – i can’t say something to you because now i know [caitlin]
1.23 first heard – i can’t focus today [sue]

1.22 heard last – thank god, i thought they would never leave [andrew]
1.22 first heard – man i really wish you were on IM this morning, it’s been one of those days [sue]

1.21 heard last – enh, it was ok [caitlin]
1.21 first heard – it’s a new day, it’s a new year, it’s a new era. [nabila's guy]

1.20 heard last – i hope you sleep better tonight [caitlin]
1.20 first heard – address? [yellow cab]

1.19 heard last – is think he’d rather look for scraps sleep [caitlin]
1.19 first heard – good morning, have a good weekend? [jt]

1.18 heard last – you’re crazy [caitlin]
1.18 first heard – so you want to see some horses? [andrew]

1.17 heard last – yeah this is fine, goodnight! [kristen]
1.17 first heard – do you want to go to the BT meetup? [andrew]

1.16 heard last – it’s whatever [caitlin]
1.16 first heard – im doing well, thank you! [jt]

1.15 heard last – but i don’t want to leave you here… oh look! look! there’s one, go get it! bye! [emily]
1.15 first heard – yellow cab [yellow cab]

1.14 heard last – he’s very protective about it [caitlin]
1.14 first heard – sorry about that, totally my fault [jt]

1.13 heard last – i thought he was in there [caitlin]
1.13 first heard – good morning! it’s a beautiful day [panhandler on hayes]

1.12 heard last – it makes great coffee table material [andrew]
1.12 first heard – it was really good [sue h]

1.11 heard last – alright, i’ll see you tomorrow allison [chris]
1.11 first heard – what are you doing? [emily]

1.10 heard last – thanks for having me over! [kristen]
1.10 first heard – hello there, this is yellow cab, may i have your phone number please? [yellow cab]

1.9 heard last – it’s the one that perfectly expresses how precious he is [caitlin]
1.9 first heard – i am [stacy]

1.8 heard last – he only really likes the ends [andrew]
1.8 first heard – what? what? are _you_ going to tell me how? [homeless person on van ness]

1.7 heard last – i said see you in the morning, but i never see you in the morning, so nevermind [caitlin]
1.7 first heard – address? [yellow cab]

1.6 heard last – do you need a receipt? [yellow cab]
1.6 first heard – i could care less [joshua]

1.5 heard last – yeah, and it was the bart police that shot him [andrew]
1.5 first heard – single or double? [arlequin]

1.4 heard last – well, you can tell mike how the movie ends [andrew]
1.4 first heard – i’ll be right back [caitlin]

1.3 heard last – i’ll get in touch with you tomorrow [mike]
1.3 first heard – yo, yo good morning, you going skiing today? [gonzo]

1.2 heard last – do you want to go get it? [chris b]
1.2 first heard – im not trying to be ambitious with breakfast. im ok having coffee, a bowl of cereal and heading to the mountain [andrew h]

1.1 heard last – ok, i think im done. im going to sleep [chris f]
1.1 first heard – morning… how are you alive? [shaun]

2008

12.4 first heard – it’s a little chilly this morning.

12.2 first heard – icky, that sucks.

12.1 heard last – do you want me to make you hot tea with honey?
12.1 first heard – just up the hill and then we’ll turn

11.25 first heard – uh oh, i’m in trouble.

11.24 heard last – hey allison, we’re leaving!
11.24 first heard – i have to go get the paper

11.18 first heard – tell her to call me, actually no. i’ll just see her at school.

11.17 heard last – awwww…you’re still flustered.
11.17 first heard – im on level two by the bathrooms

11.16 heard last – how much did you say?
11.16 first heard – how was your night?

11.15 heard last – [indiscernible sounds of screaming teenagers below my window]]

11.14 heard last – $7.41
11.14 first heard – i know it’s so bright in here.

11.13 heard last – leave it…leave it!
11.13 first heard – im going to go get us some water.

11.12 heard last – kabuchi kabah, kabuchi kabah… [it is likely i am butchering that]

11.10 first heard – see you, happy monday!

11.09 heard last – he’s so exhausted because he’s been playing with roger all day.

11.08 first heard – i don’t really feel like running.

11.07 heard last – i am so excited to be going to bed.
11.07 first heard – does freitag mean friday in german?

10.30 first heard – i was totally upset about it.

10.29 heard last — it’s there on the couch.
10.29 first heard – wake up. allison, wake up. wake up wake up. wake up. [i have to note that this is larry speaking]

10.28 heard last – i love you! thank you for listening to me. i appreciate it!

10.27 first heard – [something in spanish following by man closing my window while my blinds were open while i was not wearing pants]

10.23 first heard – [something in spanish]

10.22 heard last – that sucks, what an asshole.
10.22 first heard – [woman walking at 6:30am below my aptartment window, singing quite loudly] i’ll stop the world and melt with you.

10.21 heard last – trying really hard not to invite you back to my place
10.21 first heard – yay! he’s off my hit list now.

10.20 heard last – sure go ahead. whatever you want.
10.20 first heard – phone number please?

10.19 heard last – i said “yes ma’am”

10.13 first heard – phone number please?

10.12 heard last – well that sucks
10.12 first heard – yes, it *is* time to get up. you know that you *just* sat up and turned the alarm off, right?

10.11 heard last – yeah, sometimes i make a lot of noise in my sleep [followed by an outbreak of laughter]
10.11 first heard – it was sort of strange listening to those kids playing with the wii right before bed. it reminded me of christmas.

10.10 heard last – [laughing children playing nintendo wii]
10.10 first heard – do we have to get up right now?

10.09 heard last – it’s so nice to have you girls here
10.09 first heard – hi it’s the shuttle service. Are the numbers supposed to be the main street?

10.08 heard last – well, enjoy your time, I will see you when you get back.
10.08 first heard – hello, it’s dr. ganji – i know you’re getting ready to come in but we have a problem with your invisiline.

10.07 heard last – he’s out. he’s even snoring.
10.07 first heard – are you sure?

8.12 first heard – are you kidding me?
8.11 heard last – if you can’t sleep come get me

8.4 first heard – how do you get this thing to work?

7.20 first heard – what time did you get home last night?

7.19 heard last – [i actually don't remember but jeff and liz drove me home so it had to come from one of those two. probably jeff]
7.19 first heard – can i get your phone number please?

7.18 last heard – it’s funny how he just jumps on other dogs
7.18 first heard – I know. I saw ericas text last night.

7.17 heard last – Ohhh I want to take a bath it’s been so long!
7.17 first heard – hahaha, hi jeff!

7.14 heard last – well then, im going to bed. have a good night!
7.14 first heard – everything is going alright

7.13 heard last – it was nice meeting you too!
7.13 first heard – how much is that doggie in the window…

7.12 heard last – you need to lower your standards
7.12 first heard – i got a little dizzy and i fell right there

7.11 heard last – hang on a minute i have to get the thing
7.11 first heard – did you come all the way in here to make sure?

7.10 heard last – allison seriously, thank you.
7.10 first heard – come here, no pestering

7.9 heard last – where have you been all night?
7.9 first heard – how often does he go there?

7.8 heard last – where should i stop?
7.8 first heard – phone number please?

7.5 first heard – how did the rest of your night go?

7.4 heard last – have a great night!

7.3 first heard – i’m working from home

7.2 heard last: thanks for taking him out!
7.2 first heard : luxor cab 118, phone number please?

07.1 heard last – that’s pretty nasty
07.1 heard first – luxor 170, address?