dinner debate centers around the cultural etymology of the expression PAIN IN THE ASS. anyone know? is there a connection to sodomy?
dining with anne and nichola at beretta on 23rd and valencia. a sunday pleasantly pre-unwinds in the amber blue colours of evening.
observing two surfers struggle with overhead waves at fort point beneath the golden gate bridge.
sunday morning disharmony: reevaluating status quo is a perilous way to start the day. feel like a jerk. we are going for a walk.
adriana and i enjoyed a genuinely revolutionary lobster roll on the embarcadero and we are now walking to the golden gate bridge.
dear yield wine bar, these are quiet times when we walk by at night. i wish we drank more wine so that u would have more customers.
very loud group of… uh… americans at table next to our group provides an excellent pretext for us to take our leave.
at bacar again. 39 dollars for a single glass of sparkling rose. that’s a bit much, isn’t it?
drinking a hearty of very salty buttermilk at a morrocan restaurant.
watching the speech and the crowd in this ballroom, i see an obama that oddly is less kennedy and more andrew jackson.
watching obama in a ballroom with 500 people.
in godard’s WEEKEND, all of paris & the surrounding countryside is ensnared in an endless traffic jam - like san francisco right now.
one feels a cold chill in anticipation of the significance of obama’s speech tonight. one is also guarded against disappointment.
standing on the platform @ 23rd & 3rd waiting for the muni. it says 37 minutes until next train. damn it, i never learn. “taxi!”
the estrada and i meet in the mission. converging on delfina.
watched palin’s intro speech: a voice & presence like a suburban substitute grade school teacher. VP as PTA MOM? surely, one can do better.
walking with headphones on, one disappears completely into the city, into the sunshine on crowded streets. an exquisite lonliness.
the REPLACEMENTS emerge from sound system at RITUAL. granted, it’s late replacements but i’ll take it. SADLY BEAUTIFUL… loved this band.
somehow have to get to kelly’s cove n. of ocean beach for lunch. could not be further away from dogpatch. muni takes 87 min. fail!
frustration that much of our social life in san francisco is predicated on friends abilities to timely secure sitters for their kids.
well, sarah palin has big hair… there’s a bit of b-52s thing happening. let’s hope that she’s a credible and worthy opponent.
a massive wall of fog pours down the hill into the mission, bringing with it a cold wind. it’s an avalanche of impending discomfort.
losing steam. must relocate. where? where? somewhere in the mission me thinks. hullo valencia.
christian svanes kolding, showreel test 2
showreel, short test (formatting and edits)
working outside at cafe du soleil in l.haight while a trio of women discuss a break-up over rounds of red wine. melodrama & lament.
just been double double-barreled in an alley behind 375 valencia street. @neb in hyperdrive mode had a hand in the matter. i like it.
my friends t & n have a male au pair for their 8 year old son. after trying out the term “manny,” i suggested “bro pair.” accepted.
seen on wall of a meditation center on 16th: “enjoy SOUL CHATTING but please keep talk to a minimum as others may be concentrating.”