welcome.
crazyknee.com is:
a personal Web page launched Nov. 1, 2000,
the day Leanne had ACL/meniscus repair performed
on her right leg. Hence the "crazy knee."
This page will be updated in some weekly way. Hopefully.

08 march 2004 . 09:49 pm PT
I just started a brand-new very real and full-time job last week. My cat is incredibly upset with me. Me, I'm quite excited about it all, but tired, and unable to crop photos or tell stories on this page here (imagine that). Hopefully that will change (Ha!). But. That is today's excuse.

It is so very warm and bright in SF these days, everyone is wearing pastels.

Leaving work the past few nights, I've spotted the wild parrots of Telegraph Hill on my walk to the train. Those birds are LOUD. And surreal.

22 february 2004 . 11:59 pm PT
Ah, the final "Sex in the City" and Mr. Big's name is JOHN. Is there anything I should say? Nah. Except ... I do love that show, I love those women, I love their clothes, their troubles, their silliness. But six seasons = more than enough re-runs to keep me content. 

Saw the "first family of bluegrass" -- the Del McCoury Band, Del, his two boys, and a couple other guys on bass, banjo, mandolin, etc. -- the other night at the Great American.  That's five full-grown men, each one playing an instrument with incredible dexterity, who share two microphones. TWO! Five men, two mikes ... and that mandolin isn't plugged in to an amp. AND the place was packed. SF loves bluegrass. Which is good. But ... odd? Endearing, perhaps. Not many gays in attendance tho, I guess they're all getting married at City Hall. Which is also a good thing. The front window of a restaurant in my hood is decorated with wedding bells, streamers, flowers; they've been offering a discount on champagne for newly wedding-licensed couples.

Last weekend we went north to Fort Bragg, conveniently located on "the scenic Mendocino Coast." It's a much bigger town than most of the communities dotting Route 1. Meaning, there are actually people in Ft. Bragg, even a small shopping district. A brew pub, a full-scale grocery store, and the famous Skunk Train (don't ask me).

Fort Bragg residents love fiddles and cameras. And eggs.

There is one big, old redwood tree on display. It was born in 190 A.D.

The town of Shelter Cove is father north, and it's 40 miles west of Route 1. Which means there's ... no one. Just empty, foggy Black Sands Beach. The lost coast, indeed.

Next was The Drive-Thru Tree Park (and gift shop) in Leggett, CA. Plastic fawns! piggies! and burls! Burls?

Here is the view from the car while DRIVING THROUGH the drive-thru tree. Everyone, and I mean everyone, takes pictures after the deed is done. There are also some very aggressive ducks at the park. Loud and nasty.

The trip north also included two stops in Cloverdale, home of "American Idol" hopeful Marisa Joy. Unfortunately, she was kicked off this week, but her very best friend at the Cloverdale grocery store thinks she's just super, a real star. Go Marisa!

And in local news, the (newly renovated and now full of fancy shops) Ferry Building at Embarcadero ROCKS. When the weather stops being rainy (and finally stays above 60 degrees cuz I can't stand this 55-degree cloudy crap any longer), this is going to be the place to go for outside eating and drinking. Taylor's Refresher opened about two weeks ago, and it rules if you're in the mood for chicken fingers, guac-drenched sandwiches, tacos and/or milkshakes. Damn right.

Finally (is anyone still reading?), I urge you all to put the Pulpy Pro on your daily reading list. It's worth it just to look at Cormi's mug shots. Yee HAW.

13 february 2004 . 12:21 pm PT
Happy almost Valentine's Day (forgive me if that sentiment makes you gag). Life's been on the upswing lately. We'll see. But RIGHT NOW it is time to post a bunch of photographs.

First, the Albany Bulb in the East Bay. We were led there by the visitor Jami and her friends-in-the-know (who own an adorable baby). The best kind of friends, for sure. Anyway, this place used to be a homeless camp and now it's this renegade park, soon to be bulldozed and equipped with proper portapotties. Great. The time is NOW, while it's still around, to take pictures of your loved ones posing with weird outside art.

Fun times. We also ate Mexican food and took way too many pictures (more of those to come, do not worry!).

Newsflash: Earlier in the month, John and I chowed on GOLDEN BOY PIZZA. It was great.

And here's some Pacific Coast foam, courtesy of Ft. Funston.

While we continue to make ridiculous faces, always and forever.