Monthly Archives: July 2006
Screak: a screeching squeak
Two nights ago I slept face to face with the stars for the first time. After a long day splashing around in the east’s 106 degree temperature, the night cooled off to a manageable 100 or so and I slept out in the hammock with the Lad nearby on a palliasse of pool mats. He … Continue reading
In search of Wallace
Last night the Lad and I attended the 48 Hour Film Project in Dolores Park. I love that park at night: the lambent lights on the tennis courts, the anile palms rustling their gossipy heads together, and Ursa Major overhead eating the rest of the stars. The weather was as good as the park and … Continue reading
Sucker-punched by fried fish
San Francisco is warm warm warm today and odors are hanging in the still air long past their expiration dates. Walking around I get sucker-punched by the smell of fried fish, jasmine, coffee, old clothes, cologne. This poor city is aging and she knows it. Every summer she runs to furious menopause: hot flashes, tantrums. … Continue reading
They play the tennis
I don’t know if any of my readers like watching women’s tennis, or any tennis, or if they like pulling their own hair out or keying their own cars, but I’m going to assume no. Yesterday while bumming around the parental castle I found myself listening to the announcers for a lady-game my dad was … Continue reading