And I'm okay with that.

Actually, I'm fantastic with that.

More later, when I'm not exhausted.

Summer is officially here in San Francisco.

I'll be wearing my pea coat today, in June.

Because it is that cold, windy, misty, and miserable.

It's ridiculous. Ten miles east of here, it's going to be lovely day, in the seventies.

Here? High fifties.

For the next two-and-a-half, three, months. Then we'll get nice weather again ( Read more... )

I bought more art.

I'm hopeless, helpless, and a little insane.

Also, profligate.

I didn't mean to.

(All right, let's just ignore the fact that since I clearly got out my checkbook and wrote the damn checks, I obviously meant to.)

But they were just so pretty.

See, I went to the Open Studios at Hunters Point Shipyard on Saturday. It's an all- ( Read more... )

I signed the lease on the studio flat on 18th and Church yesterday.

Then rorrah helped me figure out how my furniture could be made to work in the space. It should all fit, but I'll have to make my bed daily... there's just no escaping it. (sigh ( Read more... )

Okay, so I've been offered either of the two apartments on Guerrero Street (between 17th and 18th Streets) that I looked at ( Read more... )

I've been offered the studio flat on 18th at Church Streets. It's the funky one near Dolores Park ( Read more... )

Looking for a new apartment is both exciting and exhausting ( Read more... )

I think I've decided to say the hell with it and get a place on my own ( Read more... )

San Francisco is an autumn city ( Read more... )

I moved to San Francisco just about five years ago.

It's a great city, and I love it lots. And in all that time, I had managed to avoid having my car being broken into.

Until yesterday.

Broken front passenger window, stolen stereo.

Dude, it was a $120 stereo, and further dude, it's a Kia. What the hell are you doing looking to steal anything ( Read more... )