Author Archives: didofoot
Who-ba? Yuba!
Michele and I are planning a trip to the Yuba River on July 7 and you are all invited. Natural rapids, a riverside picnic and a lot of naked gay guys just upriver — who’s with us? Photos of previous years are here, here and here. All those interested, post a comment or just email … Continue reading
Late
MUNI put a rock to my scissors again last night on my way to my first Italian class. Even with extra time padded into the lining of my transit schedule, still the late bus made me late for lecture. And then I was all sweaty from rushing. I’m always a little surprised to find I … Continue reading
I win
From The Art and Craft of Feature Writing: My own selective list of what readers like, in descending order of preference: 1. Dogs Score!
Travelers beware
My friend recently had a miserable experience at the WooGo Central Park Tempo Apartments in New York City. I offered to use my modest little soapbox here to warn other travelers about this place. Here’s her review of the WooGo Apartments: “Appalling customer service. The advantage of clean, comfortable (though small) rooms and convenient location … Continue reading
My faulty understanding of financial realities
ME: I found a perfect house for us to buy. [Shows ad for perfect house.] GENE: We can’t afford that. ME: I thought you could get a real estate loan? GENE: Not for that much. ME: It seems like if we want it bad enough, the extra money should just appear. GENE: Nope, because we … Continue reading
In which I am captured by hair dressers
It’s 2:30 on Wednesday afternoon and I’m sitting in a hotel suite while two strangers fondle my hair. Alas, it’s not the prelude to an orgy blog: it’s fashion. While striding along in my dressy togs today, late for a fancy-pants luncheon/fund-raiser, I was stopped by a lovely girl who gave me a flyer that … Continue reading
Please. Stop.
A few weeks ago, I was heading downtown to meet my dad. Zooming through the MUNI tunnels with my nose in a book, I finally noticed we were zooming faster than usual. In fact, “I can’t stop,” said the conductor apologetically — and said again, with rising panic, as we whizzed through Civic Center and … Continue reading
Clouds
I’m having this memory today, maybe triggered by the lowering skies, of the first time I went to Gene’s house, back when we were kids. His mom made us lemonade and looked delighted to see me (a welcome I would have thought I’d wear out in thirteen-odd years, but no, bless her). Gene and I … Continue reading
Newsom sings the hits
Last night, my dad took me to see Gavin Newsom being interviewed at the Commonwealth Club. Some highlights: Interviewer: Let’s talk about sports. Newsom: Sports are important…but ultimately, sports are games, they’re fun, they’re just games. Interviewer: And they’re big business. Newsom: Like I said. I chuckle to myself. To millionaire mayor Newsom, big business … Continue reading
Exposing journalism’s seedy underbelly
I had my first press conference today. (“Why are you holding a press conference?” a confused friend asked, but no. Attended my first press conference.) Here are some of the things I learned: Your word is good enough for us. All I had to do to score a press kit was to walk up and … Continue reading