Tagged With: San Francisco
Pick up, pick on
Buying your smokes in SF is going to cost you an extra 20 cents per pack, starting today. Why the price hike? So the city can use the money to clean up the cigarette butts you folks drop all over town. I get the rationale — we need extra cash, and right now it’s popular … Continue reading
FSF
After seven years in this seven-by-seven, I have at last visited the Folsom Street Fair. Meh. I was promised public masturbation, sexy leather daddies and deviance, but more than half the people there were just ordinary, boring tourists like me. Who let all these other tourists in, I’d like to know? What with me and … Continue reading
Seen
I saw a woman in a burqa the other day, just her eyes peering out. Of course, she may also have been a badass ninja on her way to a fancy party. Now that would be a mighty unsettling thing to see around one’s city all the time, wouldn’t it? To be constantly walking down … Continue reading
Heat wave a-comin’.
Enjoy your weekend, friends.
Breakfast
Overheard on the #24. Girl: “I’m hungry. We haven’t eaten yet.” Guy: “We’ve had breakfast.” Girl: “What’d we have?” Guy: “Pickled green beans.” Girl: “Oh, yeah.” Quietly, staring out the window: “I can’t hang out with you anymore.”
Let a smile be your umbrella
Katy and I went to the sing-along Mary Poppins at the Castro last night. I sometimes forget what a fantastic film that is. I memorized most of it before I understood it, so trying to parse it as an adult is kind of like trying to separate the words of the Pledge of Allegiance into … Continue reading
Like a fireman running to a window that has no fire
Some firemen were in line behind me at Safeway today. I got all twittery in the facial region and couldn’t look at them directly. Firemen! Firefighting is the last job to retain its mystique, now that we’ve got doctors and policemen and the President knocked off their respective pedestals. I mean, doctors get malpractice suits, … Continue reading
Tax Payer
I got some yard time yesterday drinking in Dolores Park with everyone’s favorite visiting klezmer (“but we don’t call ourselves a klezmer band”) musician. There are a lot of cops patrolling D. Park even on a weekday. Why is this? At first I figured they were going for an easy ticket, so we dutifully hid … Continue reading
Summer in San Francisco
Happy weekend, y’all. (Michele took the one in the hat.)
CHD
You missed Lombard Street being turned into a giant Candyland board…what are you going to miss next? If you’re smart, the answer will not be “the Caspian Hat Dance show at Ashkenaz tonight.” Caspian Hat Dance is Allen’s band (come on, you remember Allen: smart, pretty, moved to Amsterdam? Hell, four of my six readers … Continue reading