Ferrarese’s deli, Oakdale

August 10th, 2007

Road Food, originally uploaded by stacey.mclean.

so good.

I’m also a sucker for weathered-redwood clad buildings. Ye Ole Tyme, etc.

And Stacey and I were just cruising the 120 strip in Oakdale talking about how I’d be happy for a Wendy’s ($.99 salad, $.99 potato, $.99 chipped cow). Nooooooo. Ferrarese’s to the resuce.

Catch of the Day

July 20th, 2007

Sausalito Driftwood, originally uploaded by andrewyang.

note: the beard no longer lives. There was much rejoicing

Fuzzy lap warmers

May 2nd, 2007

Hell yes.

feline privacy

(via torrez)

Almost 6 months later

February 7th, 2007

Feb 19th will be 6months from our wedding… which makes it a 6 month anniversary? If such a thing exitsts. Happy 6 months McLean! I’ve never been happier.
My latest indulgence has been granola; filed under: “rolling your own”.

From: Mark Bittman (the Minimalist), I humbly present: Granola

Recipe: Crunchy Granola

Time: 40 minutes

6 cups rolled oats (not quick-cooking or instant)
2 cups mixed nuts and seeds: sunflower seeds, sesame seeds, chopped walnuts, pecans, almonds or cashews.
1 cup dried unsweetened shredded coconut, optional
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon, or to taste
Dash salt
½ to 1 cup honey or maple syrup, or to taste
1 cup raisins or chopped dried fruit, optional.

1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. In a bowl, combine oats, nuts and seeds, coconut, cinnamon, salt and sweetener. Place on a sheet pan and put in oven. Bake for 30 minutes or a little longer, stirring occasionally. Mixture should brown evenly; the browner it gets without burning, the crunchier the granola will be.

2. Remove pan from oven and add raisins or dried fruit. Cool on a rack, stirring once in a while until granola reaches room temperature. Transfer to a sealed container and store in refrigerator; it will keep indefinitely.

macro granola

An Ode to Stacey on Occasion of the Wedding Shoes Arriving via UPS

August 2nd, 2006

Let not a depleted Nordstrom’s stock
or poorly designed websites, with
barely functioning UI
dissuade you from scouring the ends of
the internet
to find the perfect pair.

For your fiancee.

Jons Chucks


5 weeks out…

July 13th, 2006

MC is tromping around upstairs. I’m in the basement b/c it’s darn hot upstairs and the basement is the only place that stays cool.

Typing away, and I can hear Stacey’s wedding flats tapping on the wood floor above. Now I know why my downstairs neighbor (Sing) in Van didn’t like my “wooden shoes”. Also called clogs.

So I know that Stacey is trying on her dress, I’m not allowed in the upstairs back rooms right now. I just left a package of inner-silk liner by the door so that when I was back downstairs she could open the door and retrieve the package. The big secret!

I’ll see the dress when you do…

That’s some spicy stir-fry

July 8th, 2006

Super McLean Found these Swedish Snow Goggles along with some other excellent bike stuff (52″ frame for JS, some old swobo jerseys, track bar…) at a Berkeley garage sale on Vine today. Thanks to Kai M.’s garage sale for passing along these super hero glasses.

The sound of a drywall particle splitting

June 25th, 2006

Phew, what a week. In case you didn’t hear the sound of drywall disentegrating into a million little pieces (I kid), you will be surprised to learn that Stacey are taking on a bathroom renovation before the wedding. You know, because wedding planning isn’t stressful enough by itself. And let’s keep things… interesting.

The obilgatory Before

how on earth did we live like that?!

and after

lathe, no plaster

Tile choices abound, and I think I like the 1/2″ Bisazza-style because

  • I’m a fashion whore
  • they remind me of swimming, the small squares

I have an unnatural urge to make a green Swiss-flag-cross in the new tub seat that we hacked out of the old wall.

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I LOVE flip-flops

June 25th, 2006

It’s just that time of the year when you can work from home, not change clothes, and wear flip-flops all day.


I was having a work anxiety brainstorm about what to write for a weekly newsletter to the authors, when Stacey reminded me that I have lots of stories to share…  Like the uncritical attachment to a maroon Dior robe that I had at the tender age of 23 when Stacey met me.

I used to parade around the house in that thing (it was velour!); but finally I was convinced that the arms were too short because it was a women’s robe…  Wonder if anyone picked that up at a former yard sale?

Quickly… before the wedding!

May 2nd, 2006


I’m not usually a sucker for these kinds of things, but the invisibility of the moustache has a certain appeal. Plus, secret identity… you know.

via http://www.museumofhoaxes.com/hoax/weblog/permalink/the_mustache_tattoo/