A coworker just introduced me to this cocktail. It tastes like grapefruit juice even though there’s no grapefruit in it, and I’m always looking for gin cocktails that aren’t all… ginny. I recommend making up a few of these sooner rather than later, before it gets all autumnal and shit.

The Jasmine

  • 1 1/2oz gin
  • 3/4oz fresh-squeezed lemon juice
  • 1/4oz Campari
  • 1/4oz Cointreau
  • Garnish with lemon twist


Took the ferry over to SF yesterday, biked over the bridge and up to Samuel P Taylor for an overnight before catching the ferry back from Larkspur.

I met a couple who was three months into a tour from Anchorage to Tierra del Fuego, and a French couple 17 months into a two year world tour. I caught up with them at the Ferry Building this afternoon; check out their bonkers awesome upright/recumbent hybrid tandem.

Also, sleeping outdoors in a hammock during an earthquake is… kind of fun, actually!

Can you believe I’ve never biked across the GGB before? But I was like… if Taye Diggs can follow me, anything is possible.

Not sure why handsome actor man Taye Diggs is following me? Sometimes I get random follows via Upworthy, even though I’m basically just a morlock toiling in their digital underground (not to be confused with Digital Underground). Or maybe… HOLLYWOOD, HERE I COME!

And the winner is… 2oz bourbon, 1.5oz Cynar, 2ds Angostura, garnish with a lemon twist. Serve on ice, or not; it’s your cocktail.

Buffalo Trace has a nice grassy component that suits the herbal Cynar. I was shooting for a summery cocktail and I’d stay away from anything with a spicier rye base, but you might also have good results with a sweeter bourbon. Whatever you do, don’t skip the lemon!

I got this mug at the tiki bar last night, it’s an octopus humping a barrel of rum on a pile of skulls. It’s awesome and I’m drinking coffee from it right now.

Vacation report: awesome

PS I got a mani/pedi because I had a week’s worth of bike grease and road grit in there. My manicurist told me about the time in 9th grade when she pushed Paul Finch in shop class and he cut his finger off in the table saw and Brian Carr picked up the finger and shouted LET’S GO! and they went to the hospital to have it reattached.

Did not get a bike tour selfie on the last day of my trip because I was busy replacing this broken seatpost bolt in Little Fucking Nowhere, OR.

Bike tour I don’t know where I am but there’s a lighthouse and some sea lions selfie

Bike tour 36 miles in the rain selfie