Welcome to the western edition of the online studio of Francisco Mattos, built w/ printed pieces, design endeavors, personal projects, experiments.
❛ Such was life in the Golden Gate: / Gold dusted all we drank and ate, / And I was one of the children told, / ‘We all must eat our peck of gold. ❜
— Robert Frost
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June 4 — July 6
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2015 J St, #101
Saturday - 5 to 9
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✈¦ The Mission
Old-world film and independent cinema experience.
Roxie TheatreOne of the last movie theaters featuring repertory and other film-fan fare, the Roxie Theater opened in 1909 and has been operating ever since. When this photo of the marquee was taken, it was a month wherein programming began w/ an indie film fest then moved to w/ Oscar-related films, concluding w/ a live-broadcast of the awards ceremony.
47 acresThis small island is the largest plot of land in San Francisco Bay. From 1934 until 1963 it was fortified and served as a federal prison. It was also set up to hold military prisoners. No women were allowed.
—| Angel Island
1.2 sq mileNow designated a state park, this island in San Francisco Bay was once used by the U.S. government as an immigration station, for travelers choosing San Francisco as their port of call. In 1940 a fire destroyed the orginal administration building, and because of this operations moved back onshore. It is the second largest island in the Bay.
JapantownOne of the earliest pedestrian-only streets in San Francisco, is found where Buchanan btw. Post and Sutter becomes an outdoor mall. It can be found in a compact historic enclave, 23 acres, in the Western Addition, known as Nihonmachi but generally referred to as Japantown. Considered one of the largest and oldest ethnic neighborhoods in the United States. A stream of cobblestones runs down Buchanan Mall, pooling around two origami fountains by Ruth Asawa.
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Clock TowerWhat remains of Rincon Hill is used as the western support of the Bay Bridge, and provide an onramp to it. It was once a navigation guide for ships entering the Golden Gate, and had some of the last cobble-stone streets in San Francisco; bits of it still show through on Rincon and Federal streets. The industrial-era Clock Tower building is now a condominium.
—| Mount Tamalpais
Muir WoodsJust north of the Golden Gate Bridge is an old growth coastal redwood forest, protected as a national monument.
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LEFT COAST ART
16 Hours Ahead
| [-2018-] Reece Dale Metzger's current work is titled "16 Hours Ahead - Images of Western Australia", a series of 30+ photo-on-fibre constructions. |
Recruiting for Jesus
| Judy Ornelas Sisneros is a native Californian. She loves photography, film and playing punk/ambient on the bass. | [-2016-] [-2014-]
| Laszlo Zauberer is a self-taught painter. "I don't take my art too seriously. I just have fun painting." | See more. |
66 GHOSTS|Angela Oates
• Doozey Doris
• Looney Lucille
• Mad Marge
• Nosedive Norma
• Ranting Rosie
• Sugar-sweet Stella
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| Lori Schafer is an artist living in San Francisco. |
| 01.24.26 - 08.05.13 |
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This recipe was written down on City Title Insurance Company stationery.
| No garlic. | Salt and pepper inside of chicken or turkey. | For the stuffing: | Boil giblet, liver, heart in water for 5 to 10 minutes, drain and chop. | Brown quarter pound of ground round in frying pan, no oil. | Chop four stalks celery and parsley and add to one chopped onion. | Soak French sourdough bread in cold water, wring out, then shred. | Combine one cup raisins, one cup chopped nuts (walnuts, chestnuts, peanuts), one handful of grated Parmesan cheese, and one or two chopped hard-boiled eggs. | Combine stuffing and add poultry seasoning, oregano, thyme, a bay leaf, and salt and pepper. | Mix well, and insert into bird. | Place bird in roasting pan and dust w/ salt and pepper - and butter, before putting in hot oven. | Baste until done. |
San Francisco Magazine food writer Jack Shelton, "I would no sooner serve a great portion of this delicacy than I would fresh caviar."
| In 1990, San Francisco's Board of Supervisors honored baker and owner of Stella Pastry in North Beach, Franco Santucci, as the best baker in the world. | His prized creation is the Sacripantina, born long ago and far away in Genoa, where a feast was given by a king in which a dessert was to be the centerpiece. | Conceived by the queen, it stunned the assembled when they tasted this confection of "cream, air and magic", conjured w/ almond powder, simple syrup, cream frosting, zabaglione, butter cake, and meringue. | Here is a recipe similar but not the same as the North Beach classic.
English author Henry Green (1905-1973) describes a party game known as Sardines in his 1940 book, "Pack My Bag".
| "The Hunt Ball is always on a Friday night. The guests stay over the week-end. It is difficult to know what to do w/ them in the evenings. Sometimes we used to play sardines, of all games the most simple and pathetic in that one couple can never stay long alone. The rules are that a man and a woman hide and the rest hunt in pairs throughout the hous. When the first to hide are found the two who discover them have to crowd into the same hiding-place and so on, more and more pile in, it may be under a big bed, until there is one couple left still looking and they have lost. Lost what? Why the game." | Here is another version preferably played outside.
A whiter shade of pale.
| Simmer equal amounts sherry and wine, together w/ tsp white wine vinegar, four shallots sliced, quarter stick of cinnamon. Let simmer and reduce to one-third volume. | Add quarter stick of unsalted butter and simmer ten minutes and turn off fire. |Add half a pound crab meat, tbsp unsalted butter, salt. | Serve at room temperature w/ hot toast. |
This recipe is from Brion Gysin, and found in the Alice B. Toklas Cookbook.
| "Take one teaspoon black peppercorns, one whole nutmeg, 4 average sticks of cinnamon, one teaspoon coriander. These should all be pulverised in a mortar. About a handful of each stoned dates, dried figs, shelled almonds and peanuts: chop these and mix them together. A bunch of cannabis sativa can be pulverised. This along w/ the spices should be dusted over the mixed fruit and nuts, and kneaded together. About a cupful of sugar should be dissolved in a big pat of butter. Rolled into a cake and cut into pieces or rolled into balls about the size of a walnut, it should be eaten with care. Two pieces are quite sufficient. Obtaining the (canibus) may present certain difficulties, but the variety known as (canibus sativa) grows as common as weed, often unrecognised in Europe, Asia and parts of Africa; besides being cultivated as a crop for the manufacture of rope. In the Americas, while often discouraged, its cousin, called (canibus indica), has been observed even in store window boxes. It should be picked and dried as soon as it has gone to seed and while the plant is still green." |
| Dressing made by blending together mayonnaise, sour cream, chevril, chives, tarragon, lemon juice, black pepper, and one fillet anchovy. |
Here is a recipe w/out the anchovy.
Rosa Parks was known for her "featherlite" peanut butter pancakes.
| Sift together one cup flour, 2 tbsp baking powder, 2 tbsp sugar, half tsp salt, and set aside. | Mix well together one egg w/ one-&-3/4 cup milk, one-third cup peanut butter, tbsp sortening (or oil). | Combine w/ dry ingredients, and griddle at 275 degrees until done. |
A story of two ovens.
| I met Klaus Nomi in the 1980s, outside CBGBs, and we were alone and I asked him how he supported himself. | He told me that he had training as a pastry chef, and made small-batch desserts in his apartment, which he turned around and sold to restaurants. | Then, when demand grew, he moved a second oven range into his kitchen. | A video of how to make Keylime Tart.
Cold dessert made of layered soft foods, the taller the merrier.
| Use a large glass bowl and place a piece of sponge cake on the bottom. | Add a layer of one of the following: jelly, creams, custards and fruits. | Add a different layer and so on until just before rim. | Add a topping and serve cold. | If desired, add lashings of brandy or similar btw. layers.
A remedy for consumption.
| A 17th Century English method entails killing and gutting an old cock (the older the better), then placing in a large stone mortar and pounded w/ spices incl. dates, mace, nutmegs, and raisins. | All the while lowly add in eight gallons of ale. | Finish two bottles of good white wine. | Stir well and transfer liquid into glass bottles. |
The right amount of bitters makes an ideal way to remember in a proper fashion.
- 1-1/2 oz Cognac
- 1/2 oz Benedictine
- 1/3 oz Lillet Blanc
- 2 dashes orange bitters
A poem by Daphne du Maurier.
“Please pass the cream - yes - that’s enough (“I knew her years before the war”)
“I’d love some of that sugary stuff” (“She must be at least fifty-four”)
“I can’t believe your dress is true” (“He said his lines in an appalling way”)
“It’s almost a delphinium blue” (“To me he ruined the entire play”)
“The whole thing’s such a terrible disgrace” (“Surely he was the Duke’s adopted son!")
“If I were in Winston Churchill’s place...” (“My dear, you’re thinking of another one”)
“I always loathed the girl, she drinks and swears.” And everyone was thinking – “Christ! Who cares.”
After STEVE ROGERS punched Hitler's face in his debut, the city of Manhattan promptly awarded him w/ this spanking red two-door coupe, and he just as promptly took off to drive to the other coast. Making up for lost years w/ a Corvette. These days, his ride is a Chrysler convertible, always parked on the street; repeatedly stolen then returned because it was a badge of honor to leave the key in the ignition.
Even though he wears a Legion flight ring, when not in a hurry to get somewhere MICHAEL JON CARTER prefers to drive. He comes from the future (where nobody drives), sheathed in a super-suit boasting futuristic technologies, but the visceral feel of rubber on road gives him a thrill unlike any other.
Dr RAY PALMER's Ferrari, while he is driving, is capable of being shurnk alongside himself, and is the first step in his quest to jump into then out of the quantum realm at will.
When QUEEN ZAZZALA of the planet Korll returned for a rematch w/ the Justice League, this insect-female hybrid descended from her bee-crewed spacecraft and into the Citroen museum in Aulnay-sous-Bois near Paris, locating and repurposing an experimental 1940s light-weight hover-car for her in-planet hive. Badly damaged and abandoned in a field, but still oscillates when touched.
One of OLIVER QUEEN's city cars. This one has green-tinted glass.
The nomadic ROY HARPER's oft-vandalized van.
Suddenly, the hovering air-car is jolted by a fantastic wave of force … then the dymanic director of SHIELD sees the awesome figure that waits ahead to confront him …
LEONARD SNART's stolen science led to the development of an experimental cold-gun capable of absolute-zero blasts that solidify as ice. He drives this inside-out refrigerated-truck when costumed as Captain Cold.
SAMUEL JOSEPH SCUDDER drove this Mirror Mobile in his first appearance in Flash #105, "The Master of Mirrors” a seething solar laboratory on wheels.
His grandparents were stunt performers – shown here playing tennis on the wings of a plane. They crossed over from the world of vaudeville to film, pioneering gags and routines along the way. His father preferred self-powered locomotion to get around, so here is a 1961 pix of his son JAMES JESSE, perfecting his father's design for a single-horsepower motorized roller skates, while toting an air-cooled engine and holding the accelerator and engine cut-off switches. Soon enough he will be ready to challenge the Flash by deploying a weaponized array of these kinds of gizmos.
Besides lending his skills to combat evil, GIOVANNI ZATARA performs onstage as a magician, and is the reason he drives a 1959 Lincoln, having a sturdy trunk to fit all his props.
Sue Richards drove her baby Franklin's new governess, AGATHA HARKNESS, home in one of several coupes owned by her team, the Fantastic Four. It is a regal ride befitting the lead-witch of New Salem, who has brought along a rocking seahorse as a how-do-you-do, one of several magical toys from the recessess of her comfortable cloak.
In 1950, Steven Strange's predecessor – the former SORCERER SUPREME – retired and drove home to Kamar-Taj, Tibet, back to where he was born some 500 years ago. He encountered endless hurdles: busted tires and fording rivers were just two, but he made it.
Immortal DANE WHITMAN brought his time-tested skills to the earliest period of filmmaking, creating a phantasmagorical chariot race, and later cut, from Fritz Lang's 1929 "Woman in the Moon", a sci-fi silent film. These days, he's still a stuntman in Hollywood.
Random page from the mid-century portfolio of billionaire TONY STARK: 1959 Firebird, 1949 Tabot Iago, Norman Bel Geddes prototype, 1958 Nucleon.
When she first started at Stark Industries, Pepper Potts lived downton. And that's why Tony Stark awarded his executive assistant w/ this car in recognition of her aid in their caper, “The Mad Pharaoh!”
In 1923, TONY STARK's father visited the Fiat Factory in Turin and saw their roof treatment. When what became the Avengers Mansion was built, he put a race-car track on his roof also. This proved a difficult rehab later on when the Avengers moved in; retaining the track but figuring out how to cancel the noise and vibration.
JENNIFER WALTERS took this blurry pix of her college van to send to her mom in the United States because nobody there believes people drive green cars in Europe, where she's studying for a degree. It was plenty roomy, great for camping, and that was when she got into an accident and needed a blood transfusion from her cousin Bruce Banner, which turbo-charged the start of her new life as a ravishing rough.
Blackhawk's 1949 Hudson, later owned by JACK KEROUAC when he did a lot of driving. Restored and no longer driven.
CARTER HALL was so smitten when Hal Jordan drove up that the test pilot gave this car, nicknamed the Talon, to the extraterrestrial detective as a planet-warming present.
- Although gifted w/ a ghost-horse to accompany his cursed existence, the ghost of highwayman JAMES CRADDOCK also acquired a ghost-train, speeding forever around the world.
After he became owner of the Gotham Broadcasting Company, after he was visited by the Green Flame of Life ("Three times shall I flame green! First to bring death! Second to bring life! Third to bring power!"), ALAN WELLINGTON SCOTT would continue to tool around in his trusted clunker.
With wealth to spare, socialite WESLEY DODDS had taste in cars. Driving one-of-a-kind limousines, like this 1935 Bugatti Aerolithe, and wearing a mask, he struck terror among the criminal class by declaring "There is no land beyond the law, where tyrants rule w/ unshakable power! It's but a dream from which the evil wake to face their fate ... their terrifying hour!"
CHARLES XAVIER ferries his young charges to the airport in private-school manner. "Boy! It musta taken a heap of green stamps to buy a chariot like this!" "No joking, please! Concentrate on your mission! Review your powers! Our foe is certain to be highly dangerous!"
It takes two of JAIME MADROX to control this wide jeep because it's sure-as-hell going to be a bumpy ride.
This is a loaner car from the Legion of Super Heroes to the Teen Titans for their exclusive use. It’s considered obsolete by 30th century standards, yet has life-saving gizmos that Wonder Girl, Speedy, Kid Flash, and Aquaboy find endlessly fascinating.
Brainiac 5 also made this bi-cycle for LUORNU DURGO TAINE, capable of splitting apart whenever she's on both saddles.
This experimental bike was a gift from Brainiac 5 to LANA LANG, after their adventures in the 30th century. She was out in the country fiddling around w/ the teleportation button one time and managed to trade bodies w/ all the insects in the nearby field.
The keys to this experimental machine from Stark Industries were handed to MATT MURDOCK, giving added comfort to his forays into existential evil.
VIC SAGE blends into his camouflaged car, and becomes ephemeral behind his pseudoderm mask, during a period when he joined Blue Beetle, Captain Atom and Nightshade as a member of the original Sentinels of Justice.
LANCELOT STRONG, the second Shield, drove this 1970 AMC Rebel for a short period until its color scheme gave him away to every criminal on every city block.
RORY REGAN's van offers innocuous refuge for his collection of old rags, which in turn help the "tatterdemalion of justice" find respite after a jolt of electricity ran into his body and might not have left.
GARFIELD LYNNS lives in his Barracuda, hooked up to batteries that recharge his pyro-costume, and unleashing a color crimewave based on the the rays of the rainbow.
Very little is known about this shapeshifting foe of Batman Beyond, whose inky body allows her to seep back into her liquid limo.
Socialite KATHY KANE, in her first appearance as a masked woman, leading the Batmobile into the fray on her Bat Bike. Robin: "Hurry, Batman - the Batwoman is beating us on this mission!" [- Detective Comics #233 July 1956 -]
This tasty USSR-era Trabant was on display in a Belgrade art gallery when the "merry menace" happened by, took one look, promptly took it home.
A confirmed criminal can reform and go straight - and Batman and Robin have helped more than one do so! But there are others whom the lure of lawless living beckons back to crime! And such a one involves the dynamic duo in a supreme struggle against feline felony! For out of the shadows of Gotham City's past stalks its most-dreaded female figure, and the law seems powerless to curb "The Crimes of the Catwoman!"
WINSLOW SCHOTT's murderous, fully functional replica of a Cadillac is surrounded by indignant townfolk trying to save Doll Man and Doll Girl from a threat they are not aware of yet.
An early electric car prototype from the morbid mind of the Prankster, OSWALD HUBERT LOOMIS.
To have a bit of fun while Superman is recovering from his last headache w/ the imp from elsewhere, Mr Mxyzptlk uses fifth-dimensional science to rearrange this car's components, set it down in an English park, and proceeds to demonstrate to the world how to operate this contraption in when out in nature.
While parked on a cloud, the Ghost Patrol are actively bored ... "Ho Hum! Another quiet day. Nothing doing on our sector of earth lately.” "Strange! This is usually the most troublesome of the planets!" "What's that ahead? Why - it's a horse!"
The original Human Torch was an android spawned in the laboratory of Prof. PHINEAS T. HORTON, a pioneer in robotics and A.I. This hybrid-human was partnered w/ a "fire" truck, a design commission that Stark Industries took on and that General Motors built. It can be remotely controlled, insulated inside and out to withstand intense heat, and was a laboratory on wheels carrying everything from experimental fire-fighting gear to a bunk bed. Toned down and commercially released as the Futurliner in 1950.
ARTHUR CURRY's rarely seen Drop.
"The whole job - the safe-cracking, the getaway - all bear the stamp of Dink Devers! The cops think he died - but he's right here in town, at the Blake Hotel! Ha-HA-HA!" "Gosh, boss - I bet you're right!"
Model kit from Aurora for BRITT REID's special town car. "Here comes the Green Hornet's Black Beauty. The official hobby kit by Aurora! It's long ... sleek ... jet black ... and deadly. It's that fantastic vehicle - the Black Beauty - the car the crime-crushing Green Hornet and karate expert Kato drive on TV. 1967 Aurora Plastics Corp, West Hempstead, New York. The worlds largest manufacturer of hobby products."
JIMON KWAN's car is parked behind the world's first green fire station. She's inside giving a demonstration – in her capacity as a nenber of China Force – on her mutant ability to first drain then convert heat into light.
NELSON FLAGG's father gave him this 1915 Ford Speedster to take to war where it crashed and burned. Below is the original – fresh off the assembly line.
KENT ALLARD's elusive black 1957 Lincoln Premiere time-stamped on a US postage stamp.
RETURN TO REASON
A Haunted House
-by Virginia Woolf-
Whatever hour you woke there was a door shutting. From room to room they went, hand in hand, lifting here, opening there, making sure — a ghostly couple.
“Here we left it,” she said. And he added, “Oh, but here too!” “It’s upstairs,” she murmured. “And in the garden,” he whispered. “Quietly,” they said, “or we shall wake them.”
But it wasn’t that you woke us. Oh, no. “They’re looking for it; they’re drawing the curtain,” one might say, and so read on a page or two. “Now they’ve found it,” one would be certain, stopping the pencil on the margin. And then, tired of reading, one might rise and see for oneself, the hosue all empty, the doors standing open, only the wood pigeons bubbling with content and the hum of the threshing machine sounding from the farm. “What did I come in here for? What did I want to find?” My hands were empty. “Perhaps it’s upstairs then?” The apples were in the loft. And so down again, the garden still as ever, only the book had slipped into the grass.
But they had found it in the drawing-room. Not that one could ever see them. The window panes reflected apples, reflected roses; all the leaves were green in the glass. If they moved in the drawing-room, the apple only turned its yellow side. Yet, the moment after, if the door was opened, spread about the floor, hung upon the walls, pendant from the ceiling — what? My hands were empty. The shadow of a thrush crossed the carpet; from the deepest wells of silence the wood pigeon drew its bubble of sound. “Safe, safe, safe,” the pulse of the house beat softly. “The treasure buried; the room …” the pulse stopped short. Oh, was that the buried treasure?
A moment later the light had faded. Out in the garden then? But the trees spun darkness for a wandering beam of sun. So fine, so rare, cooly sunk beneath the surface the beam I sought always burnt behind the glass. Death was the glass; death was between us; coming to the woman first, hundreds of years ago, leaving the house, sealing all the windows; the rooms were darkened. He left it, left her, went North, went East, saw the stars turned in the Southern sky; sought the house, found it dropped beneath the Downs. “Safe, safe, safe,” the pulse of the house beat gladly. “The treasure yours.”
The wind roars up the avenue. Trees stoop and bend this way and that. Moonbeams splash and spill wildly in the rain. But the beam of the lamp falls straight from the window. The candle burns stiff and still. Wandering though the house, opening the windows, whispering not to wake us, the ghostly couple seek their joy.
“Here we slept,” she says. And he adds, “Kisses without number.” “Waking in the morning—” “Silver between the trees—” “Upstairs—” “In the garden—” “When summer came—” “In the winter snowtime—” The doors go shutting far in the distance, gently knocking like the pulse of a heart.
Nearer they come; cease at the doorway. The wind falls, the rain slides silver down the glass. Our eyes darken; we hear no steps beside us; we see no lady spread her ghostly cloak. His hands shield the lantern. “Look,” he breathes. “Sound asleep. Love upon their lips.”
Stooping, holding their silver lamp above us, long they look and deeply. Long they pause. The wind drives straightly; the flame stoops slightly. Wild beams of moonlight cross both floor and wall, and, meeting, stain the faces bent; the faces pondering; the faces that search the sleepers and seek their hidden joy.
“Safe, safe, safe,” the heart of the house beats proudly. “Long years—” he sighs. “Again you found me.” “Here,” she murmurs, “sleeping; in the garden reading; laughing, rolling apples in the loft. Here we left our treasure—” Stooping, their light lifts the lids upon my eyes. “Safe! safe! safe!” the pulse of the house beats widly. Waking, I cry “Oh, is this your buried treasure? The light in the heart.” 
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