The world now seems to work in the fast lane. People try to finish school quicker - graduating college at 20 or 21 is the new coo. Once graduated, folks strive to be the top - now. I partake in the world-on-5-cups-of-coffee paradigm. Driving fast (but not in front of my office - I don't want another speeding ticket), cooking fast, eating fast.
Matt and I were turning our brains off tonight (Law and Order - simply the best), and it seemed like every commercial was the latest and greatest way to do something faster. On a commercial Mattel was hyping the new speedy games - Monopoly with no need to count money (it's all automated now) - great, teach kids to use credit cards early and forget math.
Well, I've spent too much time online - gtg quickly and hurry to relax before the weekend ends.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
They go too fast
Weekends that is. This weekend wasn't anything spectacular - fondue with Scott and Jody on Friday, the Mission (yes the Mission) for a party on Saturday, supporting the local economy Sunday - a good handful of not much.
It is my favorite time of year though - the rains are starting so the city smells a bit like dirt. Not the icky dirty smell - but the clean dirt kind. The kind of smell where you know two days more of rain and the city will be swept clean. I love this season. It toggles between way-too-chilly and warm. So a handful of nothing is just fine - in fact, it's perfect.
It is my favorite time of year though - the rains are starting so the city smells a bit like dirt. Not the icky dirty smell - but the clean dirt kind. The kind of smell where you know two days more of rain and the city will be swept clean. I love this season. It toggles between way-too-chilly and warm. So a handful of nothing is just fine - in fact, it's perfect.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
The D-word
Today the father of one of Matt's good friends died. We're young, he was young. It wasn't supposed to happen yet. When a grandparent or wizened family friend passes, it hurts, but it's also half OK - they got to live, contribute, experience, and even hurt. They got to feel and go through 80-90+ years of whatever.
He was gardening and stepped on a rake which hit his hip and triggered something. An accident. A freak accident. Escalated into a tragedy. It wasn't supposed to happen. Not yet. He was "the funniest man" and "best father."
Hurts the heart.
I hate the D-word. Too many emotions attached - all different, all from different people, none have names (the emotions, not the people).
Loving life comes easy. It's recognizing that we love life that sometimes is tough.
Time to live. Love. Laugh.
He was gardening and stepped on a rake which hit his hip and triggered something. An accident. A freak accident. Escalated into a tragedy. It wasn't supposed to happen. Not yet. He was "the funniest man" and "best father."
Hurts the heart.
I hate the D-word. Too many emotions attached - all different, all from different people, none have names (the emotions, not the people).
Loving life comes easy. It's recognizing that we love life that sometimes is tough.
Time to live. Love. Laugh.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Oh when the sun sinks down
October and November in San Francisco are notoriously great weather months. In the past Linz, Zach, and I have adventured to the water (even in it! - not polar club style, we didn't don wetsuits and swim laps). This past weekend was one of these perfect October weekends with excellent weather, non-stop activities, friends, family, and isms.
Now, not so much. The sun has plummeted to grace some other town or city (probably Novato - they always get sunshine) and now we're back to San Francisco mist. Still beautiful though. Still San Francisco.
Tonight I somehow managed to get Matt to run with me - it's a once a year treat and I was thrilled. We made our way down to the water, around Fisherman's warf, past the Marina (singles) Safeway, up Chestnut, and then home. Running around the Marina is always a bit funny because people take on dog characteristics - checking each other out as they pass (who has the latest Lululemon spandex).
Arriving home gasping for air Matt said "You...owe...me...Aux Delice..." Twisted my arm. Aux Delice was packed tonight - actually, everywhere on Polk was. Always bumping.
Now, not so much. The sun has plummeted to grace some other town or city (probably Novato - they always get sunshine) and now we're back to San Francisco mist. Still beautiful though. Still San Francisco.
Tonight I somehow managed to get Matt to run with me - it's a once a year treat and I was thrilled. We made our way down to the water, around Fisherman's warf, past the Marina (singles) Safeway, up Chestnut, and then home. Running around the Marina is always a bit funny because people take on dog characteristics - checking each other out as they pass (who has the latest Lululemon spandex).
Arriving home gasping for air Matt said "You...owe...me...Aux Delice..." Twisted my arm. Aux Delice was packed tonight - actually, everywhere on Polk was. Always bumping.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Bluegrass taking over the park
Yesterday the annual Bluegrass festival took over GG park. The crowd was a mix of hippies, yippies, and everything in between. Some of my favorite characters:
- Overalls no-shirt man: who proudly walked the park thrusting his gut at anyone who got in his way
- Dancing queen: a blatantly blazed woman giving "peanut butter" cookies to anyone who passed then made them dance in wild cirlces with her
- Tree man: who climbed to the top of a tall tree only to fall 13 feet
- Truck man: who was with a party on top of a moving van, jumped, and lunged his foot through the roof of a porta potty (how I would hate to be in that porta)
- Smell this man: who decided Lisa and I had to smell his weed to get the full effect of the concert, then asked us to smoke, then looked completely dejected when we said no
- Fighting hippies: two long haired 70somethings who started brawling
Nothing like a day in the park.
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Road rage
Usually I don't mind the commute from San Francisco to Palo Alto (and back again). It's a nice 2-hours in the day when I can turn my brain off and veg - while paying attention to the traffic of course. Fridays are particularly bad - everyone wants to get home, and they want it "NOW!"
Yesterday it seemed like all the cities finest were out in the T-Loin - people were running into the streets, dancing in place on the sidewalks, and blitzing out everywhere. My personal favorite are the people who seem to love teasing traffic by edging into the road and then back out. Cars always drive worse around these teasers, too.
I have a bad habit of giving the "San Francisco wave" to poor drivers - this wave being my tallest finger pointed at the sky with the others down, usually accompanied by words I shouldn't utter. In the T-Loin, you cannot give this friendly gesture - don't want someone to spit on the car, or worse yet, sit on the car.
Happy to be car free and enjoying the weekend.
Off to Strictly Bluegrass!
Yesterday it seemed like all the cities finest were out in the T-Loin - people were running into the streets, dancing in place on the sidewalks, and blitzing out everywhere. My personal favorite are the people who seem to love teasing traffic by edging into the road and then back out. Cars always drive worse around these teasers, too.
I have a bad habit of giving the "San Francisco wave" to poor drivers - this wave being my tallest finger pointed at the sky with the others down, usually accompanied by words I shouldn't utter. In the T-Loin, you cannot give this friendly gesture - don't want someone to spit on the car, or worse yet, sit on the car.
Happy to be car free and enjoying the weekend.
Off to Strictly Bluegrass!
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