Author Archives: didofoot
Veggie scramble across the street and Illy in a hipflask
Been enjoying the graffiti in the streetcar tunnels like no tomorrow. You barely see it as you whizz by, and even when you’re stopped on a not infrequent MUNI delay you can’t understand what the letters say. Except someone understands them. It’s a whole network of communication that I’ve grown slightly obsessed with, much the … Continue reading
Saturday Night Social
If you read my blog, you probably read Ian’s also (though sadly the reverse is not true), but just in case: Saturday, Hills Have Eyes (comma The), Stork Club (which is good and gives free coffee if you look all starry-eyed at the lady bartender), we there, it’s on. May I point out, there is … Continue reading
P.S.
Last night I dreamt I was milking my pet goat, sometimes using my hands. I don’t know why I feel the need to humiliate myself for the entertainment of you all folks. Yet I do. Please feel free to once again start in on how hot my mother is, and then my discomfort will be … Continue reading
It was write this or write my essay.
After canoeing yesterday I managed to leave my shoes in The Lad’s car, so when Jacob’s car dropped me off at my intersection I got to walk across Market and Castro followed by a trail of amazed comments re: my barefootedness. The best was from two apparent tourists, one of whom, breathlessly solemn, told her … Continue reading
Gotta create a demand curve and read the Constitution
Today at school I learned how to do “yoga sleep.” That is just like regular sleep, but you do it in yoga class. Luckily I don’t snore during yoga sleep, at least (worried Satchel frown) I hope not. For twenty minutes today everyone practiced their yoga sleep; any class with a naptime included is okay … Continue reading
Knock knock I’m a doorknob
I got another place, six blocks away from my last place. Any of you who were too lazy/occupied/abroad to help me move LAST sunday will doubtless be lining up THIS sunday to help me do it again. Those of you who did help (Gene and parents) are off the guilt hook. Those of you who … Continue reading
Oh they’re taking him to prison for the color of his hair
The good news is, I’ll be updating this a lot more frequently than I have been lately. The bad news is, I got evicted and am moving back to PHill for the nonce. Here is how the story goes, and feel free to interrupt with piteous noises at any time: Four days ago, I moved … Continue reading
Home for a pig
I got the place! That one in the picture I posted, with the garden? I got it! Not that it was tough mind you. I showed up in a skirt to my knees with charming father in tow, looking like an All-American Ms. Auto Fair Festival 1956 Queen type, and the opera-singin’, cake-makeup wearin’ landlady … Continue reading
Last one today, I promise.
Hotmail started threatening to delete my inbox stuff, so I took all the messages I’d been saving from my Allen and KTV and Maggie correspondences and set up new hotmail accounts and sent them there to be dealt with at a later date. Hotmail deleted them. These three are brilliant writers of letters, and so … Continue reading
Orrrr…this one!
The landlady just spent ten minutes asking me what classes I’m taking and telling me about every closet in the place, “in case you have a shoe collection like mine.” I think we will get along fine. Provided she likes me, and what’s not to like, eh?