Tagged With: San Francisco
Moltar! Twenty!
This weekend seven of us went to Angel Island to celebrate the lump of birthdays that occur in October and early November (Erica, Jacob, me, Jason). As if I had not grown up in the Bay Area or had not lived in San Francisco for nearly a decade, I chose to wear only a tank … Continue reading
Estate
Gene: “My friend just bought a one-point-two million dollar home in San Francisco.” Kris: “So…an apartment, then?”
An informative post
Michele has alerted me to the fact that the SF Library is having one of their ninja spring sales this weekend. Every year they have the giant book sale in September, but every few years they randomly have an equally giant sale in the spring and it sneaks up on you like a ninja. This … Continue reading
Europe Fail
Since I cannot go to Paris at present, yesterday I decided to go to San Francisco and pretend I was somewhere else. (Excuse my photo effects, please. I’m experimenting with an Android app called Vignette and possibly going a little overboard with it. But it’s so fun!) I got up early (for me) and took … Continue reading
Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this son of Hollywood. Maybe.
I had a big, emotional weekend. So emotional that I’m going to skip right over it all for now and talk about it later. For now, Kevin Spacey! At the Curran! In Richard III! Thank goodness Martina told me about this or I would never have known, probably. I will admit that the publicity shots … Continue reading
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head
What a lovely summer we’re having, eh? Last night I went to dinner in San Francisco wearing nothing but a tank top, jeans, a sweater, sheepskin boots, a down parka and a fur-lined hood. Hot town, summer in the city! This is the perfect weather to get my outdoor work done without melting, of course. … Continue reading
Captain Fantastic
I’ve been feeling a little lonely for the city lately. I miss being surrounded by limitless cool stuff — the weird little film festivals, the obscure cuisines, the biggest rubber band ball. But yesterday Gene’s company rented out the Lucky Ju Ju pinball museum and catered it with a gourmet taco truck and, being a … Continue reading
Home
Because I know it so well, the Montgomery Street BART station feels more like home than certain parts of my house. I’m lookin’ at you, kitchen. Luckily there are plenty of parts of the house that feel completely like home now, because I know them every bit as well as I ever knew the weird … Continue reading
At home to callers
The days pass and I keep waiting for culture shock to set in, or for any indication that I have drastically changed my type and city of residence. Nothing. And then on Monday we stepped off BART into the Mission and I realized, as I passed the six homeless guys and the drunk peeing on … Continue reading
Nuts
Just in time for us to move away from San Francisco, here comes the best idea of all time.