Tagged With: San Francisco

On top of Buena Vista Park, looking at the tiny hunched spine of the Golden Gate. Word Count: 1. (It was too cold to write, and then I spent like four hours talking to a friendly guy I met and went home. “Oh,” said Lisa worriedly when I told her this story. “Was he…?” “No,” … Continue reading »

I ventured into darkest Tenderloin yesterday and passed a strip club that offered to host your bachelor party or your divorce celebration. I wonder how many weddings have been called off thanks to one drunken conversation between a groom-to-be and his divorced counterpart on the other side. The Loin smells like unwashed human, but also … Continue reading »

While waiting for the light to change, I saw an archer coming down Church Street in full regalia. He carried a longbow and a quiver of arrows, and wore a leather ensemble worthy of Robin Hood. I stood grinning and watching, watching and grinning, wondering why no one else was looking twice. He walked behind … Continue reading »

There’s a banner in the Castro Street station that advises people to visit the San Francisco Ballet for what the banner calls “A Nite Out!” It’s the ballet. If even the ballet cannot summon the snobbish wherewithal to spell “night” correctly, can there be a corner of this texting, chattering world that is safe for … Continue reading »

Last night, walking down Powell Street, I saw an enormous rat on the sidewalk. He was peacefully weaving in between the commuters, sniffling around a lamppost like it was a quiet Sunday morning. How desperate does a sewer rat need to be to come out in search of food amongst all those people? I guess … Continue reading »

I recently watched the Buffy episode where she runs around singing the Village People song “Macho Man.” And then today I saw this homeless guy standing on his head on the corner and he was singing “Macho Man.” I love these days where everything comes together so beautifully.

This weekend, Michele and I attended a Bollywood film at the Castro called Om Shanti Om, part of the South Asian Film Festival. I don’t know whether you’ve ever seen Bollywood, but for me, this is the pinnacle of filmmaking. The Bollywood films I’ve seen have everything I like — musical numbers, bright colors and … Continue reading »

And so the long, spotted career of George W. Bush is ending with a bang, like a leopard’s tail caught in a bear trap. In my neighborhood the parties went on into the wee hours: they blocked off the streets, showed Obama’s speech on an enormous screen, set off fireworks. I’m guessing they had all … Continue reading »

As an agoraphobic living in a really great city, I have to work to find reasons to take myself out of the house or risk wasting the awesomeness that surrounds me. So I was thrilled when Christine introduced me to Britex Fabrics. To start with, this is just off Union Square. I like anything that … Continue reading »