Picked up this dry hopped hard cider from @southcitycider today. It's perfectly hoppy with just the right amount of cider-bite, while not too sweet. IPA fans will probably like this. I could see this cider being perfect for a snakebite type drink. Cheers! #ssf#californiacider#craftcider
@tarbot bought one of them #bubblemask things that's been on internet fire 🔥🔥🔥. Now I am beautiful in every single way #yolo
Eleven years ago today...For my part, I can say although our youth has faded some, our happiness has not. I am so fortunate to walk through life holding the hand of my dear, sweet, ever-beautiful wife and friend.
Happy Father's Day to el caballero Bill Fazio. There are many lessons that a father figure can teach a son-type, as I mentioned in my previous post about my dad. To name a few of the valuable things Bill has taught me; songs to request from mariachis, the taste of a proper Manhattan, that I don't really care for Cuban cigars, the importance of a personal sense of style, and above all else generousity always. Thanks for everything Bill!
Happy Father's Day to my dear old dad, Mike Geniella. Although his week was already made when an Azorean waiter told him "You belong here", I will attempt to send satisfactory tributes via the internets. There are few men like my dad. Over the years, I've come to realize that many his lessons in word and in action about being a man, including how to be tender and vulnerable and loving and inclusive and just and how to treat women, were way ahead of their time. There's a lot of dudes out there who could have benifitted from having a dad like mine. I'm the lucky one and I know it.
For the past week, this has been the view out my bedroom window. Very glad I came here. Sad to leave but very excited to see my wife and boys!
Today, we visited the house where my great-grandfather Joao Periera Pires was born. It's a long story but when he came to the San Francisco via Hawaii, he changed his name to John Geniella. The last name was supposed to be Janela ("window" in Portuguese), a family nickname because his family was the first in the village of Beira on Sao Jorge, Azores, Portugal to have windows. US Immigration italianized the name.
It was a surprisingly emotional visit, especially when we imagined 22 year old Joao walking out the back door in the 1860s, crossing the field and leaving his village, his mother, all he knew, never to return.
Over the past 17 years, through amazingly fortuitous series of events, we've been able to reconnect with our long lost family and benefitted from their kindness and hospitality. #x100t