5:04

If twen­ty-five years and a day ago you had asked me whether a seis­mic event mea­sur­ing 6.9 on the Richter scale would change my life, I am sure the answer would have been «of course.»

Two days lat­er, I would have laughed and said it was sil­ly, that it was just an earth­quake. While a lit­tle excit­ing it was­n’t some­thing that changed me. There were oth­er peo­ple whose lives were real­ly and direct­ly affect­ed by the Loma Pri­eta … Read the rest

Worlds apart

Some intense writ­ing today. I want­ed to make up for the time lost yes­ter­day in the Wal-Mart park­ing lot. I hoped I might push my total to 10,000 words today, but did­n’t get there and at this point I’m exhaust­ed. I need to set it down for the night. I wrote 2,825 words today which is the most I’ve writ­ten in one day since I start­ed keep­ing track on Fri­day, and I wrote mate­r­i­al that was­n’t … Read the rest

Armchair observation

The Moon was very near to Venus in the sky tonight. It took me by sur­prise as I had not been fol­low­ing the Moon’s phas­es close­ly but with my west­ern-fac­ing liv­ing room win­dows it was very dif­fi­cult to miss an unusu­al­ly bright Venus next to a bare sliv­er of a cres­cent Moon in the evening sky tonight.

Through the binoc­u­lars the Moon was stun­ning. Usu­al­ly even with earth­glow it’s dif­fi­cult to make out fea­tures on the shad­owed side of the … Read the rest

What’s the price of a signature?

Last night I made a late night run to the gro­cery store and was sur­prised to see a woman with a clip­board by the front entrance ask­ing peo­ple com­ing in and out to sign some form of peti­tion. It’s not uncom­mon to see this at Safe­way; the entrance is a bot­tle­neck for all traf­fic in and out and a favorite spot for poll­sters and pan­han­dlers alike. What was odd was that there would be some­one col­lect­ing sig­na­tures at near­ly midnight.… Read the rest

Without wheels

The Guzzi is in the shop, and the news is not good. Repairs to the dam­age caused by a neigh­bor back­ing into the bike will be in the mul­ti­ples of thou­sands of dol­lars. This means it’s time to get insur­ance com­pa­nies involved. And I prob­a­bly should have got­ten them involved at minute one.

I was told not to be shocked by the first num­ber that I got. The bent steer­ing stop is part of the frame, and the only right … Read the rest

I think maybe I’ll start parking on the sidewalk

Today while I was feed­ing a vaca­tion­ing friend’s cat, some­one backed into my parked motor­cy­cle with her car. After months of liv­ing with shot steer­ing bear­ings I final­ly got them replaced less than two weeks ago. Now my steer­ing is messed up again.

I don’t think its too bad but the mechan­ic’s shop does­n’t open again until Tues­day. It appears that the brack­et that lim­its the range of steer­ing is bent, as I can turn the han­dle­bars all the way to … Read the rest

An unreasonable day

The peo­ple at Land­mark have a thought-pro­vok­ing piece of advice: be unrea­son­able. While this may be relat­ed to the idea of using one’s fac­ul­ty of rea­son, it is not quite the same thing. The sug­ges­tion is that we (human beings) often get caught up in a web of rea­sons for the actions we take, and the sug­ges­tion they make essen­tial­ly means to take respon­si­bil­i­ty for voli­tion and free will—or more specif­i­cal­ly to take respon­si­bil­i­ty for our choic­es rather than … Read the rest

Just for a little warmth

ImageTomor­row morn­ing there is street clean­ing on the East side of my street, which is where the Moto Guzzi was parked until about a half hour ago. I went out to move the bike and, not­ing the chill in the air, thought that it would be nice to have a fire in my fire­place tonight. I’ve run out of Duraflames, but since I had to move the bike any­how, I thought I may as well go down to Safe­way and … Read the rest

Going to Open Studios? Don’t forget to check out Kentucky and Army Streets

ImageActu­al­ly, you’d have to go back in time to find the inter­sec­tion of Ken­tucky Street and Army Street in San Fran­cis­co. Army Street was renamed Cesar Chavez Street in 1995 and Ken­tucky Street was annexed to Third Street some­time prob­a­bly around 1920. But the inter­sec­tion itself is in the same spot, at Third and Cesar Chavez, and that’s where my stu­dio is.

As Octo­ber is the month of Open Stu­dios here in San Fran­cis­co, once again I’m open­ing my stu­dio … Read the rest

Wave

Mak­ing my way through the neigh­bor­hood streets between home and my stu­dio today I passed a woman start­ing her motor­cy­cle. She lives in the neigh­bor­hood and I’ve seen her and her bike a few times. She’s a heavy­set woman and she rides what might best be described as a Euro­pean café rac­er. Her shape and the shape of her bike are com­i­cal­ly incon­gru­ent, some­thing I’ve noticed the oth­er times I’ve encoun­tered her. This morn­ing was no excep­tion. I saw her … Read the rest