I'm not sure if we San Franciscans live in a giant bubble, or if we're made up of an eclectic assortment of sizes; small bubbles, medium bubbles, large bubbles, and xtra large bubbles; all trying to invade each other with their slippery concave skin. Perhaps it's their cohesiveness that metaphorically implies the gestalt of the city. There's not really a word or phrase or even a sentence to describe San Francisco, just in the same way one cannot truly describe a work of art, be it music, ... read more

The clouds decided to retreat, leaving San Francisco with nothing but very very clear skies and sunshine. I believe it was in the 70's today. I dressed myself like it was just another day. I (evidently unconsciously) put on my pants, rolled up the right pant leg, and then put on my shirt, my cool east bay (representing, yo.) shirt, a sweater, another sweater, my jacket, my gloves and then my helmet. I nonchalantly walked out, locked my door, and walked downstairs. At this point, I forgo... read more

there was something that filled our thinking glasses as Adrienne and I made way into this quaint little lounge/bar earlier this week. Maybe it was rain that forced us into this bar, or the semi circular velvet-covered bench that made us sit in awkward positions, but we had a quite interesting conversation about free sprited folks that absorb life to its fullest and really live in the present. However, I forgot my notes, and don't remember what I said over my sierra nevadas. Adrienne took n... read more