writing
While I didn't own up to it right away, a big part of starting this blog was to get feedback on my writing my friends. Not just to bask in the praise, but because my friends are usually interested in what I have to say, care about me
outdoors
For her birthday, Jessie planned a big picnic on Angel Island. Laina and I were in North Beach that morning, so we took the ferry from SF and got to the island about half an hour before everybody else. We claimed a picnic bench next to a grill and laid
overheard in cafes
There's a pirate sitting next to me at the Oasis Cafe. He walked in with a sandy, scraggly beard and a black tricorn hat. He was clearly homeless and before coming into the cafe he'd tied his dog - a black lab/pit bull - to
writing
Diego asked me tonight what had ever happened to blogging on Fog City. "A number of things," I said... * I did a lot of traveling last month, * I was doing a lot of interviews, * And going on a lot of first dates, And I kinda wanted to power
music
I was working at Bean Bag the other day and overheard three dudes talking about music, poetry, and gay-straight relations. You know, typical SF brunchtime conversation. At some point, I overhead one of the guys, who was wearing a fuzzy blue beenie spoke with what could have been a British
disasters
Here's a trick I learned going to school and working in Washington: Whenever I feel very strongly about a news story, I try to read commentary on it from the opposite side of the political spectrum first. Usually for me, that means checking a conservative news source like
dating
If I've been slacking on this blog this month (and I admit I have), if I've needed more downtime than usual lately, it's because I've been making a lot of first impressions. I've been interviewing kids for my summer internship
politics
I posted this as my Facebook status last week: Santorum's wins in MS and AL prompted me to coin a term for those of us (working in cities, using contraception, friends with gay people, going to college) who are bewildered by his success: The Actual America. Because I
living in SF
It's about 58 degrees in the sun today in SF; maybe 52 in the shade. It's 48 in my house. Normally, I don't usually have a hard time finding an excuse for not doing work. There's laundry to be done... I have
outdoors
On the last day of my birthday weekend, my parents came up to the City again and we planned to go for a hike. It wasn't as warm as Saturday or Sunday, in fact it was really windy and the fog was blowing in, so I though to
Ash
On Sunday it was beautiful again, so Ash, Duncan and I planned to meet St. Frances in Huntington Park across the street from Grace Cathedral after church. Ash was stoppping at Le Beau for sandwiches and Jake & Glinda were driving through town and they planned to meet us at
living in SF
Saturday was a spectacular day in San Francisco. I watched the Georgetown v. Marquette came on my laptop in my PJs and then headed out for a long walk in the sun. I walked from our house up to Sutro Tower, and down through Cole Valley. Then took a quick