Tagged With: San Francisco
Out in the world
Irony. Irony. Some flowers. Weird looking dog.
Save this paper?
The day I don’t see a Chronicle headline about child abuse or child murder will be the day I know the paper has finally gone under. I have an idea for how to save our fast-dying daily: give it a new tagline. Some suggestions: The San Francisco Chronicle: ferreting out every grisly story about bad … Continue reading
Lovejoy’s
Went to Lovejoy’s Attic in idle search of a teapot, having broken the one Christine and Adam gave me. The store is tiny but charming, like Tinkerbell, and smells of citrus tea and the faint disapproving mustiness of doilies. The best part is, you can go in the shop’s second room, out of sight of … Continue reading
Mrrow?
Woke up with a cold staring me in the face like a cat I forgot to feed. Outside, a protest has been going on for two solid hours; my neighbor’s roofers slam their hammers in bone-juddering syncopation; the cars roll by with a constant swish-swish-swish like wind in the pines. At last, enough noise to … Continue reading
A day at the beach
From my perspective: surf soothe kite color sun sky sand ahh From Molly’s perspective: noise people noise people noise people augh
Oh!
Our corner store carries Kinder eggs now. If I can just convince Ike to start selling kebabs, we’ll be like our own little European nation.
Thrills
Obvious – Getting a friendly letter from someone you used to know. – The twangy saltburst of Humphrey Slocombe’s pistachio-bacon ice cream. – Riding a motorcycle at twilight. – Men who call you princess. Secret – Calling a motorcycle helmet a hat. – The superhero feeling of walking down a subway car as the train … Continue reading
Walking through the Botanical Gardens today
A woman to her friend: “God doesn’t want you to be this happy.” I think she’s wrong.
A good day
Yesterday I took Strawberry to Fort Mason for the first time. Here you see us looking at the Golden Gate Bridge, and a seagull. Word count: 1,160. The sentence that was waiting for me from my last writing session: “Who knew Roscoe was such a film buff?” I walked to the harbor to watch the … Continue reading
We all fall down
When you are trying to write a book about an empty city, you could do worse than pay a visit to the Sutro Baths. Some flowers we saw: Sticky Monkeyflowers Cow Parsnips Some flowers we did not, to my disappointment, see: Shooting Stars Ithuriel’s Spears Cobweb Thistles Blue Dicks Coast Onions Hounds Tongues Tidy Tips