SF sports
I was at King of Thai when the 49ers won the Divsional. When we won our first playoff game in nine years. When Vernon Davis made The Grab. I watched the first quarter at home, then jumped in a cab to meet up with Roy and Kendrick in North Beach.
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
food
October is long past, but St. Frances, Diego and I have been scarfing pumpkin bread like it's going out of style. A week ago St. Frances made two pans of it from scratch and it was gone in under four days. Tonight, I whipped some up from a
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
Monday Movie Review
Diego's latest Netflix was Black Swan, which St. Frances had seen, and then Diego had watched with Elise, and finally I saw last week. SPOILER ALERT: When I blog about a movie this long after it's been out, I go under the assumption we've
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
religion
On Saturday, our friends Marjorie Merriweather and Pliny the Younger cooked us a fancy three-course dinner. St. Frances probably gave me too much latitude that night, as I checked my phone constantly, trying to scheme the Muni schedule and get us to Pliny's place in Noe faster. We
drinking
Thursday night I was part of a career panel organized by the Georgetown Career Center for NorCal students home for winter break. It was held in the offices of some nonprofit in the Presidio. I got up there with a lawyer, a nurse, a former ambassador, a marketing exec, a
working out
Sometimes St. Frances, and other friends who know me really well, get confused about how certain pop culture traditions, like New Year's resolutions, will break against my personal shibboleths. For instance, St. F knows that I hate to follow other people's rules. So the idea that
work
It took me a while to get to up to full-speed this week to – in fact it took me almost an hour to get out of bed Wednesday. I know, it's one of the slothful self-indulgences of the self-employed. But by Thursday I was multi-tasking again: getting ready
drinking
Remember when I blogged last Thursday about coming back home to SF, and seeing a crowd of guys from out of town drinking on the neighbors' steps next door? Turns out they're visiting from Boston, and they've been drinking on that stoop for most of
holidays