Tagged With: San Francisco
Reporting Back
Looking down at the table of books for sale. Why did I not look at the one called FAERY!, I wonder? And, hey, BESTIARY! The author sure seems excited about these. Looks like another glance on Sunday is called for. Post-sale with my backpack loaded, ready to get my swag home on the bus. This … Continue reading
Prepping for the sale
Well, books, the gigantor San Francisco Library Book Sale is tomorrow. You’re about to get some new friends. Won’t that be nice? But we don’t want any friends! We are overcrowded as it is! STOP BRINGING US MORE FRIENDS! Well, I guess I could always sell some of you… No, no! We are fine! Plenty … Continue reading
San Francisco Real Estate Listings: A Handy Translation
Panoramic Views! Far from most public transportation. Located in fashionable Valencia Corridor! We are selling homes on this previously all-Spanish-speaking street to white people JUST LIKE YOU. See, it’s not even a street anymore. It’s a CORRIDOR now. Eh? EH?? Stunning eco-modern renovation! We built the walls out of recycled cardboard. Beautiful garden/second bedroom/spacious floor … Continue reading
All we are saying
It’s Monday here at Carthage — and everywhere else, except in outlandish time zones and outer space and stuff — and on Mondays we discuss our weekend. At least, we do on this Monday. On my weekend, I attended a Tom Stoppard play called Rock’n’Roll at the A.C.T. with some people (thanks, Michele, for arranging … Continue reading
Every time a bell rings
My dad and I were having lunch at Baghdad Cafe a few hours ago when a group of over a hundred (and I am going to guess WELL over a hundred) Hell’s Angels showed up for a lunchtime floor show. (Side note: How weird is it that they have a web site and my dentist … Continue reading
Open and Close
12 Galaxies closes its doors tomorrow. The club was one of the better venues in the Mission according to my own rating system: there are plenty of places to be where you don’t have to press your chest against someone’s back; there’s a mezzanine for standing around looking cool without being in the crowd; and … Continue reading
B*
It seemed like a genius plan: open a second Burma Superstar just blocks from the first, severely over-crowded Burma Superstar. But like so many genius plans, it went a little south. The thing to know about Burma Superstar is that all the hype and the two-hour wait for a table and the indie darlingness of … Continue reading
Custer’d
A few days ago, Gene and I were floating the idea of buying a place, like a paper boat in a bathtub. We take the boat out and play with it from time to time, but just for fun, and it always ends with an agreement that in order to buy a place as nice … Continue reading
Missed donut
Every now and then I troll the missed connections, because if my public ever decides to speak to me I want to be there to listen. I was reading today because I’ve been unusually outside-the-house active this week and wondered if maybe someone noticed and wanted to buy me a donut. And also because Dianna’s … Continue reading
Edward Sandwichhands
I was walking home from the bus stop last night feeling, I thought, colder than I have ever felt. As I strode up 16th Street, certain I was about to lose some fingers, I passed Ike’s darkened little shop and my chilblained brain thought, it’s ok. If I lose my hands to frostbite, Ike will … Continue reading