One of my favorite neighborhoods in San Francisco, awesome bookstores, fun coffee shops, badass shopping and some great food.
One person sees a bunch of abandoned shopping carts, I see a bunch of failed attempts at stealing shopping carts, failing to realize they have electronic locks that kill the wheels when they reach the end of the parking lot.
I also imagine a kid running with the card, hopping on the back, gliding carefree and fast through the parking lot when, WHAM! Wheels lock and he lands in one of those bushes.
I can be sinister like that.
There’s also a René Descartes joke in here for the philosopher in all of us.
It seems like the awesome fun time that happened last night continued its positive energy through the following day. Today I was efficient at getting stuff done at work, able to make it to the grocery story to prepare for a healthy week of meals and had enough free time to socialize with friends off and online.
A brisk walk through the Castro finished off the night putting me into one of the most wonderful moods. It is from days like these that I’m reminded how amazing San Francisco is. Too often stagnation and expectations blind us to the wonder that surrounds us everyday. Lucky for me there are views like the one above that remind me how lucky I am.
What an awesome night tonight turned out to be. Twitter buddies @Airrun, @JHolman23, @jasetrevino and @Marris_Returns came over for wine, bread, cheese, and fun.
It was my first pseudo tweetup since moving back to San Francisco, the first time I had seen Jimmy since he moved here from Missouri and the first time I had the pleasure of meeting Jason or Aaron. We listened to music, watched some hilarious YouTube videos, talked about everything and nothing at the same time.
It was a pretty awesome night. Even Ryan got to join in on the fun which was such a pleasant surprise. Seems any other time we do something like this, his hectic work schedule gets in the way. Now I just can’t wait for the next time I have friends over for wine and a great time.
The photo of the day, way up there, is yet another one from the roof of our apartment shooting into the neighboring backyard. There is something about this particular apartment and their 6000 watt light that shines light pollution across the common grassy space between the buildings that is so romantic to me. It’s what I imagine a Gregory Crewdson photo would look like if he had a crew of one and a budget of none.
- Urban Light Pollution Boosts Air Pollution (treehugger.com)
- A.O. Scott Gets Freudian at Crewdson’s Gagosian Opening (observer.com)
There is something about my courtyard that makes me feel like I live on a cruise ship.
Where’s the bar buffet?
Talk about an upper turning into a downer!