living in SF
A few weeks ago I posted about exploring the Sunset. Well, it my bid to dominate San Francisco geographically, St. Frances and I went exploring in the Excelsior last Sunday. I'd got a 2-for-1 Groupon for "Excelsior Urban Hikes." Turns out this woman Christina leads you
living in SF
Lucia visited us last weekend. If St. Frances, Diego, Ash and I make a foursome, Lucia would be our fifth. Like Corin, Zadie, Little Fox, and Natalya, we all went to high school together and Lucia was Ash's best friend. She was visiting from NYC with her boyfriend
living in SF
On the 21 this morning, a guy was watching Se7en on his iPad. It was that scene where they discover the sloth victim tied to the bed. Was that just his public transportation diversion, like the girl reading Anna Karenina who I sat down next to? Or was he trying
living in SF
On top of the hill at Fort Mason, overlooking the Golden Gate at sunset. Made me happier than I've been in a long time. Rocco took a pic while I was up there.
living in SF
This humble little sign sits in the window across the street from my apartment. It's been there since I moved in; I see it everyday. Newt Gingrich is a fascinating man. I find myself writing another blog post about something he said on the stump. He's
living in SF
Knowing I work from home, and spend my days looking useless in the cafes up and down Divisadero, Rocco shared this short video with me. Pretty much sums up San Francisco:
Ash
Lately I've been reminding myself how lucky we are to living here. Take yesterday: late in the afternoon, I took Ash and Diego to Mt. Davidson, to show them the highest point in San Francisco. It's a short walk to the top, and after taking in
drinking
Laina suggested we all meet up for happy hour before heading to the Warriors Game on Friday. She works in finance downtown, so she suggested Sens in Embarcadero 4, near the BART station. They were sitting in the back, on the covered patio, and I made my way through the
living in SF
I struck up a conversating with a girl in the cafe today about SF vs. DC. She had only visited DC once, in the summer, and she walked around in a long, flowery dress and flip flops. When Washingtonians, as is their custom, asked her "What do you do?
DC
One of St. F and Diego's favorite passtimes is finding things that drive me crazy. I am generally a pretty easy-going guy, but after a decade on the East Coast I've developed some strong opinions. You see, "being chill" just is not a cultural
DC
Most East Coasters and Midwesterners are disgusted with our life of ease. They picture Californians sunning themselves and sucking down avocados, and they're not far off. When I went back to DC to visit old friend last February, everyone remarked on tan I was, how thin, how happy
dating
My parents stopped in the city on Saturday afternoon and for the last two hours of light, we walked along the cliffs at Land's End. None of us had ever been before, and the weather this weekend was just spectacular. It was so clear, you could see ever