Like many personal blogs of its era, this blog is moribund, a casualty of what we might call "the Facebook effect." However, as of late 2015, two things are clear: (1) The Indie Web is a thing, and (2) the re-decentralization of the web is a thing. So who knows?
2016 2017 2018 (!) could be the year this blog rises from its own ashes. Stay tuned!
Monday, 18 July 2005
Just a couple hours ago, I got out of the shower and stumbled into my bedroom to discover that for the third time in as many weeks, my 15-month old cat had pissed all over the recently-vacated bed. Frown. Perhaps she’s trying to tell me something. Perhaps she’s trying to say, “No, look, stay home and do laundry. Don’t go in to work. You know you don’t want to go.”
Yeah, perhaps that’s it. Because now, here I am at work, and I cannot think of a worse place on the entire planet to be on this beautiful July day.
Monday, 14 March 2005
It is only mid-March (beware the Ides tomorrow, yo!) and yet it is sunny and warm outside. Pollen.com
reports that the pollen levels are through the roof ‘round these parts, and the wind is blowing like mad today, stirring all that shit up. I have a terrible case of the sneezles. I think I need one of these
Tuesday, 18 January 2005
There was a really great piece
in the Chron this weekend about my favorite Bay Area street musician, the self-described Artist General
and Global Village Idiot Savant, the master of the cymbalom, Michael Masley. Whenever you see this guy out on the street playing, it’s fun to stop and watch people have their first encounter with his music. You don’t have to wait long before you spot a jaw or two just hanging open in awe and wonderment.
Monday, 13 December 2004
You recognize this sign, doncha? Sure, Marquard’s has been at the corner of O’Farrell and Powell just about forever. Well, walk on by and take one last look, and maybe pick up one last paper: the Chron reports that Marquard’s is soon to be replaced
by Hat World, “a huge national chain specializing in logo caps,” which the residents of SF have clearly been clamoring for. And thus the entire Union Square area is one step closer to being just another mall, albeit one that doesn’t share a common roof.
Combine this sort of news with the word from Sacramento
that Governor Ahnold is going to force Caltrans to switch gears mid-project and build us an ugly-ass viaduct
to replace the eastern half of the Bay Bridge, and you begin to think it’s only a matter of time before our entire environment is nothin’ but chain stores and concrete. Sigh.
[Yes, ‘tis true, institutions die all the time. Change is constant and unavoidable. Acceptance is peace. Namaste.]
Sunday, 29 August 2004
No posts for a while, I expect. I am Burning Man
Monday, 23 August 2004
There is an abandoned train station in Oakland, near the 980, that I have been meaning to surreptitiously enter and photograph for more than a year now. But I haven’t, because I don’t have any experience with trespassing, and a few drive-bys seemed to show that getting into the place would be a colossal pain. Perhaps it is, but apparently it’s doable, because pics of the place showed up at Satan’s Laundromat
this morning. Color me terribly jealous.
Sunday, 22 August 2004
It was overcast and windy and gloomy and grey today at Ocean Beach. But there was ocean and sand and much to see. And a lovely beachwalk
to be had.
Sunday, 25 July 2004
Ladies and Gentlemen: On the left, Vardaman, the Thinkpad. On the right, Issy, the little grey princess I adopted a week ago. (Does this mean I have to start reading John Carroll’s
Thursday, 15 July 2004
Tonight I was out for dinner at a fine restaurant
within walking distance of my house. I was sharing table with a woman whose presence in my life I cherish. Just as my duck confit was arriving, a woman at the table behind us slipped into some sort of seizure: Her eyes rolled back in her head; she became entirely non-responsive. Her dining companions began to freak out, and a woman at another table who turned out to be a nurse rushed to the victim’s aid. more
Friday, 02 July 2004
After a week overseas, I am back on American soil.
Things to do today:
- See Fahrenheit 9/11.
- Get a David Letterman fix.
- Get at least half the unpacking done.
- Sort out all gifts I brought back.
- Reflect on a splendid journey.
- Enjoy being back home again.
Wednesday, 09 June 2004
Robert Plant sang to me this morning:
And if you feel that you can’t go on
And your will’s sinkin’ low
Just believe and you can’t go wrong
In the light you will find the road.
There’s a missing piece here, though: What if you can’t find the light?
Wednesday, 26 May 2004
In the space of about three hours today, one person described me as “such a gentle person” and another referred to me as “sensitive and thoughtful.” These kind words left me filled with an almost boundless joy.
My day ended in confrontation with a person who finds me to be none of these things. The joy is gone, and I am left with a head buzzing with thoughts and anxieties that will not fade. John Lennon is telling me turn off your mind, relax, and float downstream but sadly, I cannot find the peace within that would help me to heed his advice.
Monday, 10 May 2004
For a couple of days now, Bill Murray has been singing his sad, soulful version of Roxy Music’s “More Than This” in my head:
I could feel at the time
There was no way of knowin'
Fallen leaves in the night
Who can say where they're blowin'
As free as the wind
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turnin'
More than this
You know there's nothing
More than this
Tell me one thing
More than this
Monday, 05 April 2004
I’m watching the A’s play the Rangers on the tube, and an ump-heckler can clearly be heard on the broadcast. He has just tried out “Hey ump, why don’t you put your helmet on your other end? There’s more sense there!” which I will charitably rate two stars (on a typical four-star scale), it being opening day and all. He’s got the start of something here, but it’s a bit clumsy, and I don’t think we can let pass the classification of the ump’s headgear as a helmet.
The ump slam that made me laugh the hardest when I first heard it was the four-star “For chrissakes, ump! If you had another eye you’d be a cyclops!”
Monday, 15 March 2004
magazine has some thoughts on where to grab really cheap meals
in San Francisco. I can personally report on a few of their picks: Nirvana, Home, and Eos are fantastic, while Red’s Java House is not everything it’s cracked up to be. At the very end of the article, they tease me by mentioning a riceless
carne asada burrito available in the Mission, which is definitely going to merit further investigation. And soon.