Just because I don’t write Introspection anymore doesn’t mean that I don’t often think in terms of quick updates. This blog format affords the luxury of doing both short blippy quips about my life like the old days, as well…
Tag: If You’re Going to San Francisco
Postcards of the Hanging
Yes, I received your letter yesterday about the time the doorknob broke. When you asked me how I was doing was that some kind of joke? Late afternoon rushing down the steps for the train whose destination I can only…
Did I Miss a Memo?
No one came in to San Francisco today. The train felt almost post-apocalyptic. Of course not a real apocalypse. How could the trains still be running after a real apocalypse? And there would be no others aboard rather than the…
Pluck o’ the Irish
Every summer, a teeming horde of young Irish men and women descend on San Francisco for a taste of life in the big American city. Youthful, exuberant, and almost sweet enough to convince one that there really is such a…
Subterranean Homesick Pigeons
As I was coming out of the subway today, a pair of pigeons were going in. They weren’t quite to the faregate yet, but I doubt any BART security would kick up much of a fuss over two small birds.…
The Wheels on the Bus Fall Off and Off
Did you feel that? Monday was sort of cruising along and everything was going pretty swimmingly. Then morning became afternoon and soon, the day hit a wall like so many bugs catching up to a speeding automobile windshield. Wham. And…
Land Ho!
Tuesday afternoon must’ve been pretty inspiring. Walking back from the subject of my last post, my mind was already fomenting the issues at play in this one. It’s probably a good thing that I don’t have more time to write…
The Noon Gun
I grew up with stories of “When Daddy was a little boy…”, tales of my father’s childhood lived across adventures from Nevada to DC to Afghanistan to Korea. The preferred setting for these narratives had to be the streets of…
It’s Official
At least now I can stop hiding some of what’s going on, and maybe even be a little less cryptic. My last day in my current job (Contracts/Information Systems Administrator of Glide’s Youth and Family Development Division) will be next…
The Market Will Sell
Every month, almost like clockwork, the Powell Street BART station will change over its entire advertising schema. It’s not quite the changing of the guard, but it’s at least as colorful. In addition to the standard raft of billboards throughout…