Monthly Archives: March 2009
A good day
Yesterday I took Strawberry to Fort Mason for the first time. Here you see us looking at the Golden Gate Bridge, and a seagull. Word count: 1,160. The sentence that was waiting for me from my last writing session: “Who knew Roscoe was such a film buff?” I walked to the harbor to watch the … Continue reading
Correction
When, in the previous entry, I said I saw no blue dicks, I forgot I saw Watchmen that evening.
We all fall down
When you are trying to write a book about an empty city, you could do worse than pay a visit to the Sutro Baths. Some flowers we saw: Sticky Monkeyflowers Cow Parsnips Some flowers we did not, to my disappointment, see: Shooting Stars Ithuriel’s Spears Cobweb Thistles Blue Dicks Coast Onions Hounds Tongues Tidy Tips
Strawberry About Town
On top of Buena Vista Park, looking at the tiny hunched spine of the Golden Gate. Word Count: 1. (It was too cold to write, and then I spent like four hours talking to a friendly guy I met and went home. “Oh,” said Lisa worriedly when I told her this story. “Was he…?” “No,” … Continue reading
An embarrassing truth
Sometimes I check Carthage for new entries, even when I haven’t written any. As if my alter ego were hard at work blogging while I am goofing off? As if someone else blogged here? I don’t know the rationale, I just do it. The embarrassing part is that I do it two or three times … Continue reading
American pudding
Just phone-interviewed a woman for the dog paper. Her voice is Wimbledon-born. I am taking diligent notes but covered in secret goosebumps, helpless against the warm puddled pudding of an English accent.
Adult fun
Kids at Disneyland are very constrained. They can’t get more than a few steps from their parents without being lost in the crowd, so they’re not allowed to run loose. Even on Tom Sawyer’s Island, the many cameras ensure that a cast member arrives speedily to chastise any kids who leave the trails to climb … Continue reading