writing
Diego asked me tonight what had ever happened to blogging on Fog City. "A number of things," I said... * I did a lot of traveling last month, * I was doing a lot of interviews, * And going on a lot of first dates, And I kinda wanted to power
music
I was working at Bean Bag the other day and overheard three dudes talking about music, poetry, and gay-straight relations. You know, typical SF brunchtime conversation. At some point, I overhead one of the guys, who was wearing a fuzzy blue beenie spoke with what could have been a British
disasters
Here's a trick I learned going to school and working in Washington: Whenever I feel very strongly about a news story, I try to read commentary on it from the opposite side of the political spectrum first. Usually for me, that means checking a conservative news source like
dating
If I've been slacking on this blog this month (and I admit I have), if I've needed more downtime than usual lately, it's because I've been making a lot of first impressions. I've been interviewing kids for my summer internship
politics
I posted this as my Facebook status last week: Santorum's wins in MS and AL prompted me to coin a term for those of us (working in cities, using contraception, friends with gay people, going to college) who are bewildered by his success: The Actual America. Because I
living in SF
It's about 58 degrees in the sun today in SF; maybe 52 in the shade. It's 48 in my house. Normally, I don't usually have a hard time finding an excuse for not doing work. There's laundry to be done... I have
outdoors
On the last day of my birthday weekend, my parents came up to the City again and we planned to go for a hike. It wasn't as warm as Saturday or Sunday, in fact it was really windy and the fog was blowing in, so I though to
Ash
On Sunday it was beautiful again, so Ash, Duncan and I planned to meet St. Frances in Huntington Park across the street from Grace Cathedral after church. Ash was stoppping at Le Beau for sandwiches and Jake & Glinda were driving through town and they planned to meet us at
living in SF
Saturday was a spectacular day in San Francisco. I watched the Georgetown v. Marquette came on my laptop in my PJs and then headed out for a long walk in the sun. I walked from our house up to Sutro Tower, and down through Cole Valley. Then took a quick
St. Frances
I love sharing food. At any restaurant, whether it's encouraged or frowned upon, I'll try to eat family style. If I go out with you and we don't eat family style, I'll order something I like, but I'll spend the
writing
Ten days is the longest I've gone without updating this blog, so I'm sorry to anyone who's been following it. But it's a good reason I've been out of commission: it was my birthday last weekend, I'm trying
growing up
Maya came by with her poodle Royce to do laundry tonight. I guess she'd gone to yoga with St. Frances. Before, she went to a talk by Chip Conley on "Emotional Equations." Here are three she wrote down: 1. Anxiety = Uncertainty x Powerlessness 2. Despair = Suffering