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Notes on San Francisco, in reverse order;
My very oldest CTY friend is still as flaky as she ever was, which has resulted in sitting in Alice's apartment waiting for a phone call. Hour one was a welcome rest. Hours two and three are really pissing me off. I mean, seriously this girl has been trying to get me to the bay area to visit her for like six months. There's a reason I'm not really friends with anyone like this anymore. Other plans in process of being evolved.
# of blisters: 6. More if you count blisters on blisters.
Number of times I have been asked if I was lost or needed directions by a random stranger: 2
Number of times I have been asked for directions: 2
Number of times I was able to successfully supply directions; 2
The second person I gave directions to was a dude in a fluffy green skirt, carrying a poi staff.
It's been good and strange to spend so much time wandering by myself. Lonely yet freeing. I climbed Bernal Heights and Buena Vista. I found a walking-meditation labyrinth that someone had made out of the crumbly red bedrock on Bernal Heights, failed to locate the store that sells the animal orgy mugs. I had pupusas on Mission St, which are even less available in PDX than good burritos. I looked at lots of plants at the botanical gardens and conservatory of flowers. I pondered my edgyness at the lack of dirt and greenery (but not of the smokable variety :p) I found a novel by one of my favorite poets that I didn't know existed, in one of my favorite Modernist formats. Its called _Palimpsest_ which is a title so nerdy that you have to be a very specific kind of nerd to have any idea how nerdy it is.
The human-dominated landscape really kind of weirds me out. Yes, I know we are discussing San Francisco here, I know it has plenty of geography. But the Mission is so beige-and-gray colored. All the pigeons are sick. What kind of place can't even support a healthy pigeon population? Also no mountains and not enough bodies of water. Um. Remind me not to move to NYC.
My very oldest CTY friend is still as flaky as she ever was, which has resulted in sitting in Alice's apartment waiting for a phone call. Hour one was a welcome rest. Hours two and three are really pissing me off. I mean, seriously this girl has been trying to get me to the bay area to visit her for like six months. There's a reason I'm not really friends with anyone like this anymore. Other plans in process of being evolved.
# of blisters: 6. More if you count blisters on blisters.
Number of times I have been asked if I was lost or needed directions by a random stranger: 2
Number of times I have been asked for directions: 2
Number of times I was able to successfully supply directions; 2
The second person I gave directions to was a dude in a fluffy green skirt, carrying a poi staff.
It's been good and strange to spend so much time wandering by myself. Lonely yet freeing. I climbed Bernal Heights and Buena Vista. I found a walking-meditation labyrinth that someone had made out of the crumbly red bedrock on Bernal Heights, failed to locate the store that sells the animal orgy mugs. I had pupusas on Mission St, which are even less available in PDX than good burritos. I looked at lots of plants at the botanical gardens and conservatory of flowers. I pondered my edgyness at the lack of dirt and greenery (but not of the smokable variety :p) I found a novel by one of my favorite poets that I didn't know existed, in one of my favorite Modernist formats. Its called _Palimpsest_ which is a title so nerdy that you have to be a very specific kind of nerd to have any idea how nerdy it is.
The human-dominated landscape really kind of weirds me out. Yes, I know we are discussing San Francisco here, I know it has plenty of geography. But the Mission is so beige-and-gray colored. All the pigeons are sick. What kind of place can't even support a healthy pigeon population? Also no mountains and not enough bodies of water. Um. Remind me not to move to NYC.