Yesterday I had a cold, and I called in sick to work. This morning when my alarm went off at 6:30, I decided I still wasn't quite ready to go back...just a couple more hours of sleep...I re-set my alarm for 8:15. But I guess I must've been feeling a little guilty about my decision, because I had this crazy dream: My alarm goes off again. I try ( Read more... )

There's a panhandler I pass on my way to work. He's always got some kind of container -- often a paper bag with the sides rolled down into walls, so it becomes a little dish. He holds it out towards people from the edge of the sidewalk, near the street. He wears a hat and a hooded sweatshirt and his eyes always look half-closed. He mutters ( Read more... )

11:00 PM Sunday night, Church Street Station, a swarthy, heavy-set man on the opposite platform, gray hair slicked back, dressed in clean cream-colored pants and a cream-colored zippered jacket. Chanting, strutting, shaking his shoulders a little, arms slightly out, palms forward. Stuttering a known language, or speaking in tongues? Gets louder ( Read more... )

I'm finally reading Dodie Bellamy's The Letters of Mina Harker. When I get to my MUNI stop and look up from the book, a round-faced, bearded young man is yawning and his incisors look extra sharp. My lungs hurt a little because I smoked 1-1/2 cigarettes last night at Amy's going away party at Zeitgeist. I got there before any of my friends so I ( Read more... )

Sorry, cheezy subject line. River was visiting and now he's gonna drive up to Portland with his boyz. While he was here we had a MUNI adventure, hiked Telegraph Hill, lay around in Washington Square Park, walked the labyrinth at Grace Cathedral, ate breakfasts out, bought a toy for a baby. Last night we went to Zeitgeist and Casanova with his ( Read more... )

To blog, eat lunch, email River who's coming to visit me tomorrow thru Sunday, buy some comfortable shoes, write some poetry...

Off for a super-quick jaunt to DSW shoe warehouse. Wish me luck...

Went on Rusty's annual tubing trip down the Russian River yesterday. Awesome weather, but nearly non-existent current. Luckily some valiant souls were willing to tow flotillas of us through the waist-deep water, and the rest of us got to drink our beers and snooze on our floats. When we were barely half-way to our car shuttle end point by 4:30, ( Read more... )

Guess I'm not such a good daily blogger. Things have been interesting at work lately, the kind of edge-of-disaster-but-fine-in-the-end state of being that keeps us on our toes without actually hurting us. Drawings almost not making it to the people who need to sign them before leaving for vacation. 100 boxes we ordered for storage almost not ( Read more... )

I got up at 6:00 this morning (about 40 min earlier than I usually do) and went to the Y to work out on the stairmaster before work. Go me!

...was what the poster at the bus stop said, but at first I couldn't see the question mark and thought it was an imperative. Backlash against the huge anti-crystal meth campaign in the Castro, I thought? No, just a part of it -- an advertisement for a study of medications that could help people get off the stuff. There were two guys at the bus ( Read more... )