eats. life.
so much has been happening. let's focus on today.
ER is a great show. but that stupid nurse with the dumb ass kid is pissing me off.
the NEW season of the APPRENTICE is on! yay. yay for being a business-obsessed dork.
found a five dollar bill outside my home today on the way to work. where did that come from?
passed out after dinner, awoke around 9 just in time for the apprentice, but was pissed off (thought it was time to go to work). then i realized what was going on...and i was much more pleasant.
NOW. for non-today things in life...
when i walk to work, it's dark outside. watch here for a photo.
When I woke up the full moon was visible through the bathroom...
...then from the street.
i walk past the same italian cafe every morning, and there's always the same guy with his novels and books, four colored pens for highlighting, and his small cup of espresso or coffee. i walk past the sidewalks where only a night earlier people were drinking beer, listening to music, and generally breathing life into the streets.
This is Columbus Avenue, in the early morn
as i navigate myself down Columbus avenue I finally reach Kearny and turn right. As I do, I pass Happy Donuts, with the 6am aroma of croissants freshly made and donuts freshly fried, glistening with glaze and chocolate and much happiness yet to be consumed. the sun still isn't up. but that sky sure is turning hues of gorgeous, deep blue. If i come in late enough, I might catch a little orange in the distance.
Such is the fall season in California.
As I keep walking, I cross the border from North Beach into Chinatown and pass a Chinese woman. She's always up early, running back and forth on one block at a light jog pace. She doesn't really run to keep fit...though I suppose that's her mechanism of health. I walk three more blocks and finally arrive at my office. I set my bag down at my desk, turn my computer on, activate my workstation displaying the markets and stock tickers, and begin my day.
That's how my day starts.
How does it end?
It depends. Let's look at one of two scenarios. The usual: I walk up into Chinatown to the YMCA, play basketball for a half hour to get my heart going and so I can kick Stan's ass one day. Then I lift weights and/or do something cardio, as to maintain my A-fitch-like figure. As I walk home, it's closing time on Stockton Street. The chinese merchants are all closing up shop. Which means huge discounts on fresh produce - most of which is better than the crap you'd find at Safeway. 8 oranges for $1.20 says one shop. The one I just passed was 6 for $1.30. hah. suckers. I re-cross Columbus and emerge in North Beach, carrying my work papers and books as well as my suit (which is folded into my gym bag), passing a candy shop with gummi cola bottles, salt water taffy, and of course their signs for "FREE SAMPLES OF FUDGE - TODAY!" Funny, they don't seem to take that down - ever.
So that's one way home. The other? No work out. I walk back down Kearny, right by my optometrist who keeps clamoring at me to get my new glasses picked out. turning onto Columbus, I see the donut shop again, but with a different crowd. The aroma is gone - replaced by the smell of dinner being served at the SF brewing company next door. Freshly poured golden lagers are dotting the landscape, and sunshine from the northwest is making the beer glisten like liquid gold. Columbus is one of those streets you won't get until you see it. It's a culinary delight. The brewing co. the donut shop. Another bakery. A bar. A japanese restaurant. A strip of Italian places, loading plates of pasta and sauce along with fresh bread, olive oil, red wine, and air heaters so you can sit outside on a gorgeous evening. A philly cheesesteak shop, with a flat screen TV and beers that call out to tired businessmen like myself. Then the Italian pastry shop which serves up the sweetest, most perfect confections known to man. Notably, their sacripantina:
"Stella is famous for its sacripantina, a rich assemblage of sponge cake soaked with liqueur and layered with zabaglione cream. You can also find the finest Italian cookies, cakes, and pastries this side of Genova."
Then I walk by Palermo Deli, a sicilian shop where Frankie and his brother treat me nice and always give me an extra cut of meat on my italian combo. Or Liguria Bakery, where they see me and known I want one order of raisin focaccia, sliced, EVERY time.
oh by the way, are you hungry yet?
if so, and I know you...come to SF. You can partake in this as well. ;-)
ER is a great show. but that stupid nurse with the dumb ass kid is pissing me off.
the NEW season of the APPRENTICE is on! yay. yay for being a business-obsessed dork.
found a five dollar bill outside my home today on the way to work. where did that come from?
passed out after dinner, awoke around 9 just in time for the apprentice, but was pissed off (thought it was time to go to work). then i realized what was going on...and i was much more pleasant.
NOW. for non-today things in life...
when i walk to work, it's dark outside. watch here for a photo.
When I woke up the full moon was visible through the bathroom...
...then from the street.
i walk past the same italian cafe every morning, and there's always the same guy with his novels and books, four colored pens for highlighting, and his small cup of espresso or coffee. i walk past the sidewalks where only a night earlier people were drinking beer, listening to music, and generally breathing life into the streets.
This is Columbus Avenue, in the early morn
as i navigate myself down Columbus avenue I finally reach Kearny and turn right. As I do, I pass Happy Donuts, with the 6am aroma of croissants freshly made and donuts freshly fried, glistening with glaze and chocolate and much happiness yet to be consumed. the sun still isn't up. but that sky sure is turning hues of gorgeous, deep blue. If i come in late enough, I might catch a little orange in the distance.
Such is the fall season in California.
As I keep walking, I cross the border from North Beach into Chinatown and pass a Chinese woman. She's always up early, running back and forth on one block at a light jog pace. She doesn't really run to keep fit...though I suppose that's her mechanism of health. I walk three more blocks and finally arrive at my office. I set my bag down at my desk, turn my computer on, activate my workstation displaying the markets and stock tickers, and begin my day.
That's how my day starts.
How does it end?
It depends. Let's look at one of two scenarios. The usual: I walk up into Chinatown to the YMCA, play basketball for a half hour to get my heart going and so I can kick Stan's ass one day. Then I lift weights and/or do something cardio, as to maintain my A-fitch-like figure. As I walk home, it's closing time on Stockton Street. The chinese merchants are all closing up shop. Which means huge discounts on fresh produce - most of which is better than the crap you'd find at Safeway. 8 oranges for $1.20 says one shop. The one I just passed was 6 for $1.30. hah. suckers. I re-cross Columbus and emerge in North Beach, carrying my work papers and books as well as my suit (which is folded into my gym bag), passing a candy shop with gummi cola bottles, salt water taffy, and of course their signs for "FREE SAMPLES OF FUDGE - TODAY!" Funny, they don't seem to take that down - ever.
So that's one way home. The other? No work out. I walk back down Kearny, right by my optometrist who keeps clamoring at me to get my new glasses picked out. turning onto Columbus, I see the donut shop again, but with a different crowd. The aroma is gone - replaced by the smell of dinner being served at the SF brewing company next door. Freshly poured golden lagers are dotting the landscape, and sunshine from the northwest is making the beer glisten like liquid gold. Columbus is one of those streets you won't get until you see it. It's a culinary delight. The brewing co. the donut shop. Another bakery. A bar. A japanese restaurant. A strip of Italian places, loading plates of pasta and sauce along with fresh bread, olive oil, red wine, and air heaters so you can sit outside on a gorgeous evening. A philly cheesesteak shop, with a flat screen TV and beers that call out to tired businessmen like myself. Then the Italian pastry shop which serves up the sweetest, most perfect confections known to man. Notably, their sacripantina:
"Stella is famous for its sacripantina, a rich assemblage of sponge cake soaked with liqueur and layered with zabaglione cream. You can also find the finest Italian cookies, cakes, and pastries this side of Genova."
Then I walk by Palermo Deli, a sicilian shop where Frankie and his brother treat me nice and always give me an extra cut of meat on my italian combo. Or Liguria Bakery, where they see me and known I want one order of raisin focaccia, sliced, EVERY time.
oh by the way, are you hungry yet?
if so, and I know you...come to SF. You can partake in this as well. ;-)