dating
One of the things I actually enjoy about online dating is answering the questions. Not the open-ended ones like "Tell us something about you," but the multiple choice ones, like how often do you drink, excercise, etc. And one of my favorite little quirks of dating sites is
banality
Put off some work and chores last night to watch the Niners crush the Steelers, and woke up today to realize I was out of clean clothes. So tonight I cued up Wired's Spotify Playlist of the Top 100 Songs of 2011 and did some folding.
living in SF
Finally, after living here for more than a year, I made it to the highest poin in San Francisco. And given how easy it was, I'll probably go back soon. I walked down to the Castro, hopped on Muni, got off at West Portal, walked up Portola Drive
food
Two more Christmas parties last night, and I gobbled up more holiday treats: baked brie, roasted nuts, rugelach, wedding cookies (Rock smeared the powdered sugar all over his nose and scratched at his neck), hot cider, hot cocoa, some violet liqueur that Jessie made me try, wine, the Anchor Christmas
holidays
Diego, Rock, the guys and I went to Russell's ugly sweater party Friday night. We did a little pre-partying at Rock's place and showed up a little late. By the time we got there, the party had been mostly cleared out of single ladies, and as
overheard in cafes
I was working there Thursday and I wanted a little snack to power through, so I bought this honey oat cake. God, was it awful. I could barely swallow the first bite, but I took another one just to make sure. Yup, pre-chewed cardboard would taste better. So, I was
writing
Last week was actually kind of shitty, for no particular reason other than I have this big editing assignment that I massively do not want to do. That, and not hearing back from the cute girl in the tight dress from last Saturday, put me in a nasty mood most
drinking
Got a text from Rocco right after I got on the 5 headed home today: Nick's for taco Tuesday? Leaving now, can give you ride. I've lived in SF for over a year and had never done Taco Tuesday, so I got right off the bus
religion
It's Advent, and in 16 months of living in San Francisco, I'd never gone to church. So on Sunday morning, I tagged along with St. Frances. She goes to the 11 o'clock service at Grace Cathedral pretty regularly, taking the 24 to the 1,
overheard in cafes
Cafe Abir was crowded today when I went to try and squeeze out an article on airport redevelopment. I sat down in the corner next to a middle-aged man with a goatee and and a woman in her thirties. They were both clacking away at their laptops and I booted
food
I mentioned that I went to Writers With Drinks on Saturday; I didn't mention that my parents stopped in the City to visit that afternoon. They were driving up from San Jose to Davis to see my bro and spent most of the day here. When the folks
living in SF
When we started dating, Joan accused me of being a "bro." I didn't realize it at the time, but that's a low blow in SF. I'm a self-employed writer, a sci-fi nerd, I hang out in cafes, my favorite t-shirt references both