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Things I Will Miss About San FranciscoMy friends Golden Gate Park Light rail (though it sucks often, it’s fast when it works) The Giants Philz, Peet’s, and Blue Bottle coffee Arizmendi Bakery La Mediteranee Pizza Orgasmica Mayor Newsom and our liberal city government Plastic carry-out bags against the law The gays Easy access to farmer’s market and good food in general No active volcanoes nearby No Wal-Mart Things I Will Not Miss About San FranciscoTiny urban condominiums that start at only $1.2 million Filth and garbage everywhere Cold, foggy summers Inconsiderate and careless drivers Five thousand homeless people, pissing in doorways of aforementioned million-dollar houses Waiting thirty minutes for the next train Our fucking bitch landlady The Haight, Fisherman's Wharf, The Mission The ugly carpeting on our bathroom floor, the rusty 50-year-old pipes, the cheap overpainted cupboards, shitty windows with no screens, ugly plastic kitchen floor, ant invasions every winter, lack of upgraded anything throughout, lack of direct sunlight, lack of closet space, and all-around crappyness of our $1850/mo apartment No place to park Highest gas prices in the land Crappy public schools Large and active faults in the earth’s crust Tags: san francisco
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Husband bought me a massage at this day spa on Fillmore. Gosh he's great. So I did that this morning. Afterward, I wandered around in the mild sunshine, and ended up at this chocolate cafe called Bittersweet. I had the richest, bestest mocha ever. It was a lot like drinking a cup of liquid chocolate, with a shot of espresso of course. After an hour spent sitting in this cafe reading a magazine, I went back to the car and drove to Trader Joe's to get some food for the weekend. I am getting a lot more comfortable driving in the city. The key is just to be alert, and courteous, which is pretty much how I have always been as a driver. I am never in that much of a hurry. Our building is being painted. The facade is now covered by scaffolding and black screens. The painters parked their vehicles in our driveway and it would have been a big hassle to ask them to move, so I just parked up the street. The cats would like to know what the hell is going on. When I walked in, Simon's voice was decidedly different when he greeted me. Now I am sitting here listening to the A's game on the radio, and thinking about doing some writing, though really what I should be doing is eating some food and clipping my fingernails. They are too long. Then I am going to take a walk and listen to podcasts. My neighborhood is still shrouded in fog, while the rest of the city bathes in sunshine. I don't think I'll ever get used to that. Tags: food, san francisco
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+ Boy am I glad our trip was last week and not this week. Looks like flying is about to get 1000 times shittier. Oh but I forgot, panicking is great for the economy! Especially when the waves of fear generated by the news broadcast are broken up every seven minutes by soothing, cheerful, glorious advertising. Don't you feel a little less scared now? Go buy a car! That's better. + Did you know that hearing aids are not covered by health insurance? Things that are covered: basic eyeglasses, Viagra, fertility treatment. If you lose your ability to hear though, well, you don't really NEED that, do you? Quit your whining! + (the above has to do with all the "research" I have been doing for my "novel.") + I brought my lunch to work every day this week. I reckon this saved me over $20. + Going to a show tomorrow. I imagine it will be pretty big -- it's at the Greek Theatre in Berkeley, which is a big horrible outdoor venue. I kind of dislike big "concerts." I was spoiled for years by the sweet intimacy of incredible shows in basements or bars or wee indie clubs. So when the band is a few hundred feet away, I'm kind of like, eh. You better impress me if you're going to be that small. Plus I am short, so I am sort of anxious about not being able to see anything. GOD I am so old. Or maybe I'm just particular, and like I said, spoiled. + Sometimes I wish we were moving asap. San Francisco is just so played out for me now. And hating our landlady I guess doesn't help much. Here is something I noticed about walking around in Seattle: It's not incredibly filthy and covered with garbage and littered with drunk homeless people. The city I live in, however, has that going for it. You stay classy, San Francisco! + I've been using this stuff on my skin daily for a couple weeks. By gum, it works... Tags: book, music, san francisco, spoon
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The weather today and yesterday was outstanding. Just crazy, bizarre, warm, humid heat. But perfect in a way. We had a nice weekend. I finally got my desk in shape, and I'll be getting a new chair soon so that I can actually write in the office instead of the kitchen table. This afternoon I wanted to go for a walk to savor this sunshine a little longer. I took my iPod over to the softball fields and sat down in the grass for awhile, watching people play catch. It was idyllic. Everyone had that sleepy late picnic look, like they had been outdoors all day and needed a nap on the couch. Walked back home after buying strawberries and iced tea, then made a big ridiculous salad with chicken for dinner, watched Sopranos with Brian, saw the White Sox turn a triple play, and now I'm going to have berries and ice cream to cool off and hope the bedroom isn't too hot tonight because of course the window doesn't have a screen. Oh and Spoon was on PBS last night -- they showed a year-old episode of Austin City Limits that they did. I had to sit through the Killers first, but then I Tivo'd the rest. It was pretty fucking sweet. Of course. Listening to the Calexico that Dave gave me. I like it! Tags: music, san francisco, spoon
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