Monthly Archives: February 2006
How to make friends and influence people and so on
Working in the Mission has been an eye-opening experience after living in the gay gay Castro for three years. Suddenly, every man wants to be friends with me, or at least with some part of my body. Now in theory this is flattering but in practice it is obnoxious and sometimes threatening — I blame … Continue reading
Hair shock
It’s like an old lady who gets her pet hamster stuffed after his death and puts him on her nightstand. Nobody needs to see what she’s got in her bedroom, and if they did see it they probably would think it was hideous, but it gives her comfort to know he’s there. This is roughly … Continue reading
Not a dream sequence
Last night the Lad and I went to see Duncan Sheik, but it gets weirder. We stood in a crowd of sensible shoes, expensive haircuts, bland sweaters and the whitest skins this side of England, people who had arrived in Saabs and cabs and would leave before the encore, wanting to get home and pay … Continue reading
100 typewriters and no Shakespeare
I only started to notice these monkeys over the past couple of weeks. It’s weird that I’ve lived in this city for three years, encountering pigeons, wild parrots, hummingbirds and cats, but had never noticed the monkeys. I like the little guys. But when they get in the house they’re a problem. They eat my … Continue reading
A Morally Questionable Post
BART has been taken over by pro-life posters. They are professional, compelling, slick, and truthful. I sat glowering at one as I rode out to the far east on Saturday, wishing I was a braver kind of person so that I could rip it down or write a scathing reply all over it, but also … Continue reading