My friend Lucie obviously does not huff (or so she would have us believe), but the resemblance is startling.

Holy Christ: I love these sandwiches.

I’ve almost completely had it with the network that uses Clive Pierce as their Tim Gunn.

Souley Vegan, located right next door to Radio, is currently my favorite place to eat on a Tuesday night. I was worried that since I liked it so much…it would close up and some weird copy shop or bail bonds place would take it place. This worry now seems silly since it was packed with normals and vegan freaks alike last night. SV also upgraded their ambiance from “that vegan soul food place with the bare light bulb as decor” to “that charming little vegan place right near 12th Street Bart that offers baskets of fried okra amongst other things like tofu spinach pie and two kinds of delightfully prepared tofu.” (SF Weekly writes well on the experience.)

I honestly don’t know how they do it (probably frying? baking?): the crispy tofu is coated in some sort of delicious, crunchy shell in portions that dares you to finish either two large pieces or a basket of minis (attention fatties! I feel like the basket gives you more. I struggled to finish all six or eight pieces, though I regretted not wrapping the unfinished one in a napkin and eating on the drive home).

With The Breakroom doing what it does so well, Golden Lotus doing its thing with flaky service but the best Gourmet Chicken, New World doing its thing at a higher price with sometimes erratic results, and Souley Vegan coming into its own, I’m totally pumped to see Oakland turning into a vegan wonderland. (Note: sorry to end this entry like a 5th grade essay.)

I totally dropped some science at work today on email best practices. A precious quote from my research come from the Mail Chimp blog: “If you think recipients will actually double click an email to view your message in full screen “to appreciate all its glory,” send us whatever you’re smokin.” OFF THE HOOK.

Thanks to Reid for the documentation.

Also: someone is building a house above the water tower, near the end of the hill ride.

They seem like agreeable folk and play a blend of Trumans Water-style goof spazz rock with a little DC/Unwound sound. I gather Samantha has since left the band, which makes me curious what their two vocals/two guitars sound will evolve into. They absolutely have nailed that “my keyboard sounds like Ross’ Epson scanner” sound.

Here are some other videos of varying quality for your convenience.

It should be noted that All Songs Considered has a really good way of presenting music that is surprisingly timely and of a wide variety. Certainly one of my weekly podcasts (that I end up not listening to for months).

Check out this sweet alpaca that they brought me back.