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
St. Frances
I love sharing food. At any restaurant, whether it's encouraged or frowned upon, I'll try to eat family style. If I go out with you and we don't eat family style, I'll order something I like, but I'll spend the
writing
Ten days is the longest I've gone without updating this blog, so I'm sorry to anyone who's been following it. But it's a good reason I've been out of commission: it was my birthday last weekend, I'm trying
growing up
Maya came by with her poodle Royce to do laundry tonight. I guess she'd gone to yoga with St. Frances. Before, she went to a talk by Chip Conley on "Emotional Equations." Here are three she wrote down: 1. Anxiety = Uncertainty x Powerlessness 2. Despair = Suffering
living in SF
A while ago, Corin posted this Fran Lebowitz quote on his Facebook status: “When you leave New York, you are astonished at how clean the rest of the world is. Clean is not enough.” The same could easily be said about San Francisco. I spent all day Monday walking around
DC
My DC trip went exactly according to plan: Friday and Saturday I punished my liver; Sunday was my pivot day and chance to hang out with my old roommates; and Monday I had business meetings. I walked all over downtown Monday, carrying my heavy wool coat over my arm because
Corin
After all the drinking, Sunday was a refreshing and welcome reset. I took a cab from Corin and Zadie's hotel room to my old boss's Dupont apartment. She's a tiny Lebanese woman who loves yoga, wine and painting. When I worked for her, we
DC
So, Friday I spent nine hours drinking Busch Light. Saturday I woke up at Lula's and we went straight to Dale's Chinatown loft to pregame. Lula made me eat some cheerios because this was the rest of my complete breakfast: * Two cans of Bud Light * A
religion
After a long spate of nonfiction or mainstream lit, I decided to treat myself to a sci-fi novel for the holidays. I'm in the middle of A Canticle for Leibowitz, written in 1959 about a post-apocalyptic America, and just came across this exchange between a priest and a
DC
Scott and I landed at Dulles at 4:00 p.m. and not an hour later we were at the Tombs drinking. Shady was there waiting for us in a booth with two pitchers of Busch Light on the way. They were the first of nearly 20. We ordered some
DC
Since I started freelancing, I haven't taken a real vacation. Well, starting tomorrow I'm taking three days off to visit friends in DC. Already I feel more relaxed. Just clearing out my inbox and telling everyone I'll be unreachable has been an amzing feeling.