living in SF
I'm always trying to sum up San Francisco – to grok all of it at once. Standing on top of this mountain in the middle of the Bay, looking out at all of this city, from Berkeley to the Golden Gate Bridge to Tiburon and back, I'm
outdoors
Not a bad place to wake up, if you have to be up at dawn.
holidays
No trick or treating this year. We're missing most of the Halloween parties tomorrow night because we'll be camping on Angel Island for Ash's birthday. I've wanted to do it for a long time, and when I told Ash the only reservation
DC
The day St. Frances, Diego and I signed our lease was one of those hot, still days in the City. Not a cloud in the sky, almost 80 in late August. Everyone was out. Shorts, skirts, beers on the sidewalk, runners, hipsters and yuppies walking up and down Divis -
writing
I really didn't want to name this blog "365 Days of San Francisco." My style is far too prosaic as it is. Something about Fog City really appeals to me. SF has so many nicknames. "Frisco" is hated; "The City by the Bay&
Corin
I got the idea for this blog from my friend Corin. He's an amature photographer – a very good one – but about a couple years ago he decided to try something a discipline to get better: He'd take a photo per day, and post it to Facebook.
work
I get to say that I'm a writer, but not in the way you think. The kind of writing I'm trying to do with this blog, with my unpublished stories, that doesn't pay the bills. That's the dream, of course. To be
living in SF
The word I've used most to describe my first year in San Francisco is vertiginous. When I left DC I had a few simple goals: write more, don't let work take over my life, get healthier, and meet new girls. Since I moved in, I'
living in SF
San Francisco – overgrown with nasturtiums and dizzy-headed startup starz – San Francisco doesn't feel like home yet. Sun-bleached and fog-soaked, filthy and freewheeling, blooming, grinding, singing lullalabies to lesbians, San Francisco strains and slumbers. She is a wild, untamed seductress. She reaches out with her forest of kelp fronds,
