Tagged With: San Francisco
Stop Thinking About Sex
A while ago I started taking pictures of sidewalk stencils. It started with the two photos Michele gave me of two different Monkey Knife Fight stencils we saw on my birthday. After that I started noticing all the different ones around my neighborhood: “Stop Thinking About Sex,” “Save The Sewer Rat,” “Don’t Buy the HIV … Continue reading
Stoltz makes my life smell like pee.
First of all, I finally swallowed my convictions and rented The House of Mirth. Gillian Anderson, who up until now I’d only seen substituting growling for acting, was actually very good as Lily, who was one of my favorite characters in literature for a long time. Any flaws in her performance I am inclined to … Continue reading
That’s why the lady is a…
Yesterday my mom and grandfather came by to drop off some stuff at my apartment and we made my grandfather wait with the illegally-parked car while we hauled things back and forth. When we finished, we came out to find him ogling a young blond Marilyn-type in a tight red dress and spike heels stalking … Continue reading
Blogging for a better tomorrow
Today while leaving Cala Foods I got asked for change by a ubiquitous street person. I declined in my usual manner, by shyly shaking my head while walking and half-smiling, in an attempt to communicate through mime my disinclination to part with my cash even though later my suburban white guilt would give me no … Continue reading
In which she contemplates serial insomnia
At the Exploratorium, there’s an exhibit featuring small golden fish which led me to a fascinating discovery. I found that just by pressing a button and using my incredible mind powers, I was able to make the fish start and stop swimming according to my whims. The conclusion is so obvious (though it was not … Continue reading
In New York, you can get Triscuits delivered.
Alittle bit drunk. A little bit fdurnk. A little biut drinuk. So here’s some birds of the Bay Area: Marbled Godwit Least Tern Black-crowned Night Heron Cinnamon Teal Bufflehead Duck You will like that, I thinkso. My friends, today in the quad at school were a couple of guys with waist-high reproductions of pictures of … Continue reading
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
I was a man but now I’m only a child…
Today I was all bones and little substance. I’ve given up eating meat, and apparently everything else as well. On the stereo the nice man says “If it takes a year to be anything more than a jellyfish, I will not tell you this.” I am not a jellyfish. I am an electric spinal cord … Continue reading