Author Archives: didofoot
Jam yesterday and jam tomorrow
Though he loves to work and slave For me every day He’d be so much better off If I went away But why should I leave him? Why should I go? He’d be unhappy Without me I know I’ve got that man Crazy for me He’s funny that way The Lad will soon be taking … Continue reading
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
New photos
The last of the Europe photos are up. You can see the remaining London pics, our weekend in Oxford, and our time in NY with Dave. Also please enjoy these photos of last weekend’s little poolside gathering.
Conversations with Anais
The Lad and I are still trying to find a good solution to my problem of phonelessness; until that happens I must maintain radio silence and I spend my days with la Nin in kind of a dream state. Anais, I say, what do you think of all this? I have raged at the wall … Continue reading
Ring the bell: school’s in, sucka.
Home at last. Home means hanging out with Michele, and hanging out with Michele means complaining to her about how old we are getting. “Do you realize,” I said, “that there are freshmen in high school now who were born in nineteen ninety-two?” Those of you inclined to lust after the younger generation (you know … Continue reading
America plays the hits
We are at last back on American soil and American soil is suffering from 1000% humidity. New York is hot, loud, crowded, roachy and hideous but by god it’s home. Sort of. The Lad and I are both feeling dazed by the sheer Americanness of everything. “Our money is so BIG,” I say in wonder, … Continue reading
Fabulous, Harry, I love the feathers.
Got woken up at 9:30 today after going to bed at 5:00 a.m. Why at 5:00, you ask? Because Thomas and his flatmate and I were up until then downloading Disney songs and singing along. The Lad, who woke me up this morning talking to another flatmate and then came back to bed, said “When … Continue reading