Topic: City of Saint Francis

Accord­ing to my «insid­er sources,» the band Simon Stinger has split up. Appar­ent­ly they can­celed their Stu­dio Z show that was sup­posed to have been Feb 17^th. I guess I saw them play their last show in Fair­fax in December.

It’s always sad to see one of the voic­es of hope and opti­mism give up and go home.… Read the rest

This morn­ing I went look­ing through the SFGate’s col­lec­tion of Chron­i­cle pho­tog­ra­phy. First I got pret­ty annoyed at Fred Lar­son­’s Moon Pho­to Col­lec­tion because (in my own opin­ion) he’s caught some great sub­ject mat­ter and put obvi­ous time and ded­i­ca­tion into get­ting the shots, and then fall­en back to some real­ly sta­t­ic and down­right annoy­ing composition.

How­ev­er, then I came across a great pho­to he did of the reflec­tion of the Gold­en Gate Bridge in a rain­drop, and that redeemed … Read the rest

My boss just bought a Seg­way. One of my co-work­ers’ boyfriend is a Seg­way sales­man, and we’re talk­ing about hav­ing guid­ed Seg­way-based tours of the Fish­er­man’s Wharf area. I’m hear­ing a lot about Seg­ways late­ly, and this morn­ing they con­vinced me to come out and ride one.

Here in San Fran­cis­co, the Board of Super­vi­sors passed an ordi­nance ban­ning Seg­ways on the side­walks. But appar­ent­ly every new Seg­way comes with a card describ­ing the loop­holes in the law, so that if … Read the rest

I’m con­tin­u­al­ly amazed at how liv­ing in my neigh­bor­hood is actu­al­ly liv­ing in a neigh­bor­hood. This is what urban liv­ing is sup­posed to be. I’ve lived in sev­er­al neigh­bor­hoods here in San Fran­cis­co, and it’s only since my lat­est move that I’ve stum­bled upon this non-sep­a­rate expe­ri­ence of liv­ing somewhere.

What I mean by that is that it sim­ply does not fail. I can­not walk down Mar­ket Street between Cas­tro and Church with­out encoun­ter­ing some­one I know.

The only annoy­ance is … Read the rest

Splicer’s groovy-band-of-the-moment: Simon Stinger. Thank­ful­ly their upbeat, fun and sexy vibe is tak­ing over the space in my brain pre­vi­ous­ly occu­pied by creepy death­pop idols H.I.M.

“French Con­nec­tion” is about as sexy as pop music gets. High­ly rec­om­mend­ed and catchy.

Doh! And they played the main stage at Pride on Sat­ur­day and I was too busy doing noth­ing at all. I’m a big dumb het­ero. If only I’d known they were playing.…

French Con­nec­tion—Simon Stinger… Read the rest

…I decide to wan­der out­side in the mid­dle of the night to tell the police­men what I saw, remem­ber: long pants. And socks. Now I’m frozern.

I hate that, even when I’m pay­ing atten­tion, I have lousy detail reten­tion. How many shots was it? I think sev­en. What did the guys get­ting into the car look like? ummmm…

Espe­cial­ly since the Inspec­tor said the vic­tim might not make it, I wish I had a pho­to­graph­ic mem­o­ry. Or at least a cam­era … Read the rest

Sound­ed like six or sev­en gun­shots, fol­lowed by a blue cel­i­ca and a white hon­da civic get­ting the hell off of my block as fast as they could.

Now sirens. Can’t wait to get out of this neighborhood.… Read the rest