"Equate rhyme with reason / sun with season"
[Subject line from Saul Williams & DJ Krust's "Coded Language," via Roo's weekend jam at The Salad Bowl]
So, that suitcase I'd crowed about fixing in my last update? When I began unpacking my haul from San Francisco, I discovered that the entire pull for one of the outer pockets was missing.
I suppose I could snick a replacement pull from a shmatte past due for the ragpile, but there are so many things I would get to on the must-do and wanna-do lists before I got around to plying my pliers. I don't expect to fly again until the fall, and when I do, I'll likely just splurge on a roll of fancy duct tape, especially if I see one in the clearance bins at Michael's or Staples in the interim.
Flying was less of an ordeal back in 1998, the year of my first and only previous visit to the city. I stayed with my friend Daniel, in his apartment in the Mission. He showed me the Musée Mécanique, and we also hit the Exploratorium and a Taiwanese restaurant and Kanji by Starlight, an autobiographical show by a Japanese American magician, and he brought soup to me from a Taiwanese joint when a cold knocked me sideways. On my own, I rode cable cars every chance I could and poked around Grace Cathedral and later drew on the memories (while recovering from a cold in Japan, as it happened) when writing "Unspeakable Beauty, the Angels in America fic that was my very first contribution to Yuletide.
Last week's visit was primarily for work -- so, different lodgings, different obligations, different sightseeing options/priorities. (The one constant? Yet another cold. When I grow up I'm going to say no to enough ooh-shinies to get enough sleep so that my immune system has a fighting chance...) I was amused at the range of opinions on the Mission -- some people claimed it hadn't changed, and others said gentrification had taken over. It would have been nice to see for myself, but there wasn't time during most of the trip, and when there was time, I felt too grotty to venture beyond Union Square/SoMa, although I did walk twice to the ballet, and kayak under the Bay Bridge as night was falling:
There's more to say and show, some other night, and I did come home with notes for poems and posters. And, my friends, even when I was alone, there were reminders of things we may well spin yarns and shanties about (or at least incorporate into a drabble or doodle or ditty) the next time our paths intersect. . .
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So, that suitcase I'd crowed about fixing in my last update? When I began unpacking my haul from San Francisco, I discovered that the entire pull for one of the outer pockets was missing.
I suppose I could snick a replacement pull from a shmatte past due for the ragpile, but there are so many things I would get to on the must-do and wanna-do lists before I got around to plying my pliers. I don't expect to fly again until the fall, and when I do, I'll likely just splurge on a roll of fancy duct tape, especially if I see one in the clearance bins at Michael's or Staples in the interim.
Flying was less of an ordeal back in 1998, the year of my first and only previous visit to the city. I stayed with my friend Daniel, in his apartment in the Mission. He showed me the Musée Mécanique, and we also hit the Exploratorium and a Taiwanese restaurant and Kanji by Starlight, an autobiographical show by a Japanese American magician, and he brought soup to me from a Taiwanese joint when a cold knocked me sideways. On my own, I rode cable cars every chance I could and poked around Grace Cathedral and later drew on the memories (while recovering from a cold in Japan, as it happened) when writing "Unspeakable Beauty, the Angels in America fic that was my very first contribution to Yuletide.
Last week's visit was primarily for work -- so, different lodgings, different obligations, different sightseeing options/priorities. (The one constant? Yet another cold. When I grow up I'm going to say no to enough ooh-shinies to get enough sleep so that my immune system has a fighting chance...) I was amused at the range of opinions on the Mission -- some people claimed it hadn't changed, and others said gentrification had taken over. It would have been nice to see for myself, but there wasn't time during most of the trip, and when there was time, I felt too grotty to venture beyond Union Square/SoMa, although I did walk twice to the ballet, and kayak under the Bay Bridge as night was falling:
There's more to say and show, some other night, and I did come home with notes for poems and posters. And, my friends, even when I was alone, there were reminders of things we may well spin yarns and shanties about (or at least incorporate into a drabble or doodle or ditty) the next time our paths intersect. . .
This entry was originally posted at https://bronze-ribbons.dreamwidth.org/414971.html. I see comments at DW, IJ, and LJ (when notifications are working, anyway), but not on feeds.