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Always dig a good Golden Filter tune.

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 The Golden Filter “Solid Gold (Mondkopf Remix)” with cute ‘girl-kitten’

Great talk by Birk Baehr, an 11 year old who has given up the dream of becoming a football player in favor of organic farming. 

This is our next generation! 

kristianpickles:

Bikes, Bikes, Bikes!!!!

For anyone that knows me, you know that I LOVE bicycles. They are one of the most important inventions known to humankind.

The other day, as I was in Santa Rosa, visiting some animal shelter puppies - I happened upon the “Cyclisk” obelisk-bicycle-cum-art-sculpture. Its very stunning and visually stimulating.  

Made by artist Mark Greive, its 65 feet tall and made from a few hundred bike frames, handlebars, forks, wheels, and welded into one almighty iconic statue. 

Check it out next time you are passing through Santa Rosa, right off of Highway 101 on Santa Rosa Avenue at Barham Avenue across from the Nissan Dealership (who helped fund the project).

Puppies…Puppies…Puppies!!! 

Yesterday I drove up to Santa Rosa and checked out cute little cattle dog puppies with my mom and sister. These puppies were born in November from an animal-shelter litter. The shelter is called Countryside Rescue. Check them out.

It looks like my mom is on hunt for another doggie to add to the household, not sure what my father’s thoughts are on another dog. But, they tore up my pants, jumped on me with dirty paws and barked cute little yips… I had a great time!

Ruffers.

Shit VCs Say

Sh*t VCs Say
by: KristianHansen

My feelings about the whole Shit ____ Says bandwagon.

This is what I really think about Art Directors.

Rad bike chase in SF circa 1971 via massan.

Kristian Fashion Sensibility

Two weeks ago, as I was walking to the bus stop, I was approached by the San Francisco Chronicle photographer, Mike Kepka. He writes the style column for the Sunday edition of the newspaper. 

Struck by my debonair attitude, Kepka took a few shots of me and asked my opinion on style. 

“We are surrounded by a sea of ill-fitting suits” was the best quote that I could come up with at the time. But its true. Out here in San Francisco its the Wild West.

superamit: Many of you have asked, so here’s what’s going on with me. WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE 8/1979: Born. Grew up in CT, built a killer eraser collection, fell in love with computers. Left college to start a company. Fell hard. Fled to India for 3 months. Started 2nd company. Learned to be an adult. Fell in love with NYC. Moved to SF, discovered burritos & some of my fave people on Earth. 9/2011: Got diagnosed with Leukemia! Cried. Went through 3 cycles of chemo. Hurt. Thought hard about what I want out of life. Grew up a second time. TODAY … After over 100 drives organized by friends, family, and strangers, celebrity call-outs, a bazillion reblogs (7000+!), tweets, and Facebook posts, press, fundraising and international drives organized by tireless friends, and a couple painful false starts, I’ve got a 10/10 matched donor! You all literally helped save my life. (And the lives of many others.) WHAT HAPPENS NEXT Tomorrow, I’ll be admitted to Dana Farber in Boston for 4-5 weeks. First I’ll get a second Hickman line to allow direct access to my heart (for meds and for nutrients if I’m not able to eat). Over the next week, the docs blast my body with a stiff chemo cocktail to try and eradicate all traces of cancer cells. In the process, the immune system I was born with, and my body’s ability to make blood, are destroyed. Next Friday, I get my donor’s stem cells by IV. I start on immunosuppressants to prevent my body from rejecting them (I’ll be on them for 12-18 months). For these weeks I’ve no immune system, so I’m severely vulnerable to viruses and bacteria. My hospital room and hallway become my world. Meanwhile, the stem cells make their way to my bone marrow and, with some luck, start producing platelets, red blood cells, and white blood cells. At this point, my blood type changes to the blood type of my donor. And my blood will now have my donor’s DNA, not my own. This is science fiction stuff. I can hardly believe it’s even possible, and there’s lots of chances for things to go wrong. It’s frightening. AFTER THE TRANSPLANT Recovery to a new state of “normal” takes about a year, but there’s a few storm clouds hovering: My immune system is new, like a baby’s. I’m prone to getting sick. Just as with any organ transplant, there’s a chance of rejection. Except in this case, it’s my blood that’s the foreign body, and it touches every organ. They call it graft-vs-host-disease and it can cause health issues and organ complications for the rest of my life. Successful transplant or not, Leukemia can relapse. Stubborn mofo. Overall, 75% of AML transplant patients survive year one, 50% make it through year five. My odds are a little better since I’m young. THE GREAT NEWS I’ve got a long road ahead. But I’ve got a donor & amazing family & friends. A few months ago I didn’t have many options. Today I have a plan. I am alive. I start tomorrow. Wish me luck! Thank you.

superamit:

Many of you have asked, so here’s what’s going on with me.

WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE

  • 8/1979: Born. Grew up in CT, built a killer eraser collection, fell in love with computers.
  • Left college to start a company. Fell hard. Fled to India for 3 months.
  • Started 2nd company. Learned to be an adult. Fell in love with NYC.
  • Moved to SF, discovered burritos & some of my fave people on Earth.
  • 9/2011: Got diagnosed with Leukemia!
  • Cried. Went through 3 cycles of chemo. Hurt. Thought hard about what I want out of life. Grew up a second time.

TODAY

… After over 100 drives organized by friends, family, and strangers, celebrity call-outs, a bazillion reblogs (7000+!), tweets, and Facebook posts, press, fundraising and international drives organized by tireless friends, and a couple painful false starts, I’ve got a 10/10 matched donor!

You all literally helped save my life. (And the lives of many others.)

WHAT HAPPENS NEXT

Tomorrow, I’ll be admitted to Dana Farber in Boston for 4-5 weeks.

First I’ll get a second Hickman line to allow direct access to my heart (for meds and for nutrients if I’m not able to eat). Over the next week, the docs blast my body with a stiff chemo cocktail to try and eradicate all traces of cancer cells. In the process, the immune system I was born with, and my body’s ability to make blood, are destroyed.

Next Friday, I get my donor’s stem cells by IV. I start on immunosuppressants to prevent my body from rejecting them (I’ll be on them for 12-18 months). For these weeks I’ve no immune system, so I’m severely vulnerable to viruses and bacteria. My hospital room and hallway become my world.

Meanwhile, the stem cells make their way to my bone marrow and, with some luck, start producing platelets, red blood cells, and white blood cells. At this point, my blood type changes to the blood type of my donor. And my blood will now have my donor’s DNA, not my own.

This is science fiction stuff. I can hardly believe it’s even possible, and there’s lots of chances for things to go wrong. It’s frightening.

AFTER THE TRANSPLANT

Recovery to a new state of “normal” takes about a year, but there’s a few storm clouds hovering:

  • My immune system is new, like a baby’s. I’m prone to getting sick.
  • Just as with any organ transplant, there’s a chance of rejection. Except in this case, it’s my blood that’s the foreign body, and it touches every organ. They call it graft-vs-host-disease and it can cause health issues and organ complications for the rest of my life.
  • Successful transplant or not, Leukemia can relapse. Stubborn mofo.

Overall, 75% of AML transplant patients survive year one, 50% make it through year five. My odds are a little better since I’m young.

THE GREAT NEWS

I’ve got a long road ahead. But I’ve got a donor & amazing family & friends. A few months ago I didn’t have many options. Today I have a plan.

I am alive. I start tomorrow. Wish me luck!

Thank you.

Stop SOPA and PIPA

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The Hansen Report is rarely about politics. 

Although, I may voice my feelings over policy from time to time, it is a monumental moment when I feel that I need to shout my opinion.

Right now its time to ROAR and RAISE HELL! 

Our inalienable rights as citizens in the United States are under attack by twisted lobbyists from the music and movie industries. They want to destroy the fabric that bonds the world and the internet together. 

A multitude of websites are joining in solidarity to voice their displeasure with these proposed Bills. January 24th will be an important day for intellectual property, the rights of US citizens and for the future of the internet.

Please check out Wikipedia.org to find out how to write, twitter, and contact your local representative. 

For more information about SOPA and PIPA.