When Worlds Collide
On Wednesday, Lang invited an old friend of his over for BBQ burgers. Robert recently resurfaced since his lover passed on. He and Lang hadn't seen each other for 20 years, but they were buddies back in the Golden Age of South of Market. Robert is also known as the tattooist Mad Dog.
theoctothorpe accepted my invitation to join us, so I ran to pick him up at the Bart station. He's even more
woofy-licious in person! The four of us chatted in the kitchen while I chopped and sliced all the burger goodies. Robert presented Lang with a color sketch that Snowflake had done of Lang for this painting:
Wstrnstar standing at the door of the Ambush
Lang's furry face puffed up in a huge grin-- he pulled up the picture from his website and showed Christopher and me how it turned out. This led to a good reminesce about the scene back then, old friends and good times. Robert had a lot of stories to share about Snowflake and his friend, the artist Rex. Lang brought up more. The glee passed, though, as they also took note of the passing of time.
"Condos on Ringold Alley--imagine!", Robert punctuated.
Conversation shifted to work, and theoctothorpe explained his job as an information architect, Lang mentioned his work on wi-fi, and Robert confessed his fondness for Unix. I soon got lost, but fortunately there were burgers to grill. We moved outside to the patio, but the cool overcast of the afternoon was quickly turning to cold fog, so our Al Fresco meal became El Freezo. Even the 'vibrant' flavor of the Smoked Loon cabernet Robert brought couldn't ward off the cold, and we retired to the living room for a new episode of Dr. Who fresh from Bit Torrent. All too soon, our guests took their leave. I hope to see more of theoctothorpe before he returns to NY.
All in all, a delightful evening, with great company and a relaxed feeling. Not bad for a first dinner party.
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Today I went to the Metreon to see XIII. More on that later.
The Metreon: a showcase of entertainment tech. Yes, it's consumerism and corporate showboating run amok, but walking amid the downloading kiosks, watching the curved projection screens overhead, seeing kids playing with the interactive floor, I can't help but be amazed at the fruition of so many 60's sci-fi dreams.
After the film, I went outside to sit for a while in the Yerba Buena Gardens. For some reason, this area of San Francisco resonates for me. It seems as if I'm really living in the Twenty-first century. Here's a lovely green park, with trees, a waterfall, places to sit and wander, surrounded on all sides by a variety of modern and historic architecture-- the SF Moma, the cathedral under restoration, the silver ziggurats of the Arts Center and Moscone Center, and the giant Wurlitzer Marriott. Across the street is a carefully maintained nineteenth-century carousel, all co-existing in this city that both guards its history and pushes us into the future.
Yet, having heard the wistful voices around my dinner table, I wonder if this change from South of Market to SOMA came at too high a cost.
I useta get great blow jobs at Ringold.
theoctothorpe accepted my invitation to join us, so I ran to pick him up at the Bart station. He's even more
woofy-licious in person! The four of us chatted in the kitchen while I chopped and sliced all the burger goodies. Robert presented Lang with a color sketch that Snowflake had done of Lang for this painting:
Wstrnstar standing at the door of the Ambush
Lang's furry face puffed up in a huge grin-- he pulled up the picture from his website and showed Christopher and me how it turned out. This led to a good reminesce about the scene back then, old friends and good times. Robert had a lot of stories to share about Snowflake and his friend, the artist Rex. Lang brought up more. The glee passed, though, as they also took note of the passing of time.
"Condos on Ringold Alley--imagine!", Robert punctuated.
Conversation shifted to work, and theoctothorpe explained his job as an information architect, Lang mentioned his work on wi-fi, and Robert confessed his fondness for Unix. I soon got lost, but fortunately there were burgers to grill. We moved outside to the patio, but the cool overcast of the afternoon was quickly turning to cold fog, so our Al Fresco meal became El Freezo. Even the 'vibrant' flavor of the Smoked Loon cabernet Robert brought couldn't ward off the cold, and we retired to the living room for a new episode of Dr. Who fresh from Bit Torrent. All too soon, our guests took their leave. I hope to see more of theoctothorpe before he returns to NY.
All in all, a delightful evening, with great company and a relaxed feeling. Not bad for a first dinner party.
***
Today I went to the Metreon to see XIII. More on that later.
The Metreon: a showcase of entertainment tech. Yes, it's consumerism and corporate showboating run amok, but walking amid the downloading kiosks, watching the curved projection screens overhead, seeing kids playing with the interactive floor, I can't help but be amazed at the fruition of so many 60's sci-fi dreams.
After the film, I went outside to sit for a while in the Yerba Buena Gardens. For some reason, this area of San Francisco resonates for me. It seems as if I'm really living in the Twenty-first century. Here's a lovely green park, with trees, a waterfall, places to sit and wander, surrounded on all sides by a variety of modern and historic architecture-- the SF Moma, the cathedral under restoration, the silver ziggurats of the Arts Center and Moscone Center, and the giant Wurlitzer Marriott. Across the street is a carefully maintained nineteenth-century carousel, all co-existing in this city that both guards its history and pushes us into the future.
Yet, having heard the wistful voices around my dinner table, I wonder if this change from South of Market to SOMA came at too high a cost.
I useta get great blow jobs at Ringold.