There she goes, my beautiful world
Freeways are scary.
I’ve been making it a point to practice a lot on the bike. I figure there’s no time like the present to develop my skills. So I’ve been picking less-populated times and places to ride where I’ll have to corner or change lanes or stop on a hill or whatever. I ride through the Presidio on the way to work each day, which forces me to trust that the bike can lean that far over and that yes, … Read the rest
After a depressingly slow, awkwardly-paced, and poorly written and acted pilot episode (which yosemitesam and dracunculus were witness to a couple weeks back), where the stylee MTV cars-and-music formula didn’t kick in until ten minutes before the end of a two-hour episode, I finally forced myself to watch the first regular episode of Miami Vice, Heart of Darkness
This is still bad cop TV, but now I feel I can chalk it up to first-season awkward. The pacing is … Read the rest
I’m writing from the dining room of one of California’s great curiosities, destined to amaze and befuddle even the most jaded of observers. Today I’m lunching at the worlds most beautiful Taco Bell.
Yes, that may sound like damning with faint praise, as though I’d said the world’s most honest politician or tallest midget, but indeed this is exactly such a curiosity.
Here in Pacifica, right off of Route 1, there is a sleepy little wooden shack overlooking Rockaway Beach. … Read the rest
First the boots, and now the gloves.
In a crash the rest of me may be destroyed, but my hands will live on.
I always wanted my own gauntlets.
Rode my new motorcycle even farther today… all the way to Daly City. I actually toyed with the idea of going all the way to Pacifica, but the way I know to get there involves a real highway portion of Route 1, and I’m not quite comfortable enough on the bike (having ridden on the streets less than two days) for the freeway. Route 35 was scary enough because the wind was pretty high. Getting pushed around by crosswinds … Read the rest
My downstairs neighbors had a party last night. I’m getting old over here and what would have been a nice tame party when I was twenty turned out to be an insanely crowded drunken explosion. They had drinking games set up in the garage, and I have no idea what the rules were. I never could follow the rules of a drinking game when I was drinking, and frankly never cared to. Drinking games were invented to be lost, weren’t … Read the rest
Wow.
No, I mean WOW.
I thought I was crazy. Perhaps I still think I’m crazy. But this is good crazy.
I was terrified of this thing, and perhaps I was right to be. I still am. I almost didn’t do anything but take it straight home (well, after bringing it by Muddy’s to show off, of course.) My friend Rick told me I HAD to ride it, but prudence was winning. After all, stalling out in the middle of Van Ness … Read the rest
Sorry, forgot to write down yesterday’s: Out front of Muddy Waters, I said “hello” to a woman who paused briefly at the entrance. She said “hello” cheerily before continuing down the street.
Today, waiting for the bus on the way home from work, I asked a pair of journalism students who were examining the bus map if they needed help finding something. We chatted briefly about the bus route and the correct place to wait. Students travelling together. I got … Read the rest
On the train on the way to the gym for my swim lesson tonight, I noticed that I was seated across from a young woman who was working in her sketchbook. She was attentive to her work and did a good job of translating what her eye saw to what her pencil drew out.
She had some difficulty with the foreshortening of the outline of the eyes of her subjects, especially from the side. And no wonder: that’s a very tricky … Read the rest
