I Like You

Summer. I would like the entire year to be like you. I like being warm. Wearing sandals. Sorbet. Driving with the windows down. All of them. Hair like a rat's nest.

Know what else I like, still? Meat.

Full-time vegetarianism doesn't work. I like it most of the time, but every now & then I gots ta have some roasted chicken, a plate O carpaccio - something. It works. Body seems to like it.

Know what I don't like? Gunk. Clutter. Klooge. I have to de-clutter the house (again), clear out my head, clean out the "friends" list on stupid facecrap - purge the bullshit.

I'm swirling around in whirlpool of that foamy gunk you see in crappy little creeks & need to paddle the fuck out to something clean and clear and open and expansive.

I think I need to go for a run.

Bitches & Hos

Tonight's exchange:

David: I know you'll hate me saying this, but I miss winter.
Me: Shut your smelly mouth.
David: But I love winter! You know I don't like summer.
Me: Winter is a shitty bitch.
David: Well, summer is a sweaty whore.
Me: Some people might like sweaty whores, but no one likes a shitty bitch.

Fog, Glorious Fog

(photo from the the Assoc. of Bioscience Financial Officers site - thanks guys!)

I hate being cold, but I was ecstatic to wake up to fog the past two mornings. Far from cold, it's wonderfully cool and mild, burning off by mid-day for a lovely afternoon. No jacket required, but no sweat-wicking clothes required either.

The city is still packed with tourons and it's getting old. It's fine if they want to linger where they stand and move slowly from one point to the next, gazing slack-jawed at all the shiny things - but be aware of your damn surroundings. Everyone seems to have lost the ability to know where they are in the universe.

Be one with the world - know where you are in relation to other things or people. Be fluid. Don't be a dense wall. Be accommodating. You'll make fast friends wherever you go if people don't have to trip over you or repeat "excuse me" seven times to get you to move your lumbering ass.

Once Upon a Time

We used to wear jackets. It used to be cold in SF in June and July. This stuff called "fog" used to blanket the city with its cooling vapors, making it almost too chilly. Which is why we once wore jackets.

jack-et (jak-it), n.
1. piece of clothing worn on the upper body outside a shirt or blouse, often waist length to thigh length
2. a removable or replaceable protective or insulating cover for an object (eg a book, hot water tank)
3. a police record



Next week's lesson: "coat" (kot)

Talk to The Pad

Thank, Ms. Crafty, for my new alter ego, and for the picture that I stole right off your blog, since I never got around to shooting my own.

I like how she seems to be looming over the department from her perch atop the plant. Carrying a very large hammer. Back off, bitches!

How apropos that this nasty week ended with food poisoning. I made it home just in time last night - no thanks to the hot, overcrowded, slow bart trains, full of tourons grabbing a free ride.

I wonder if bart is pocketing whatever slush they can by shutting down the AC in the stations as well as the cars, while federal funds support spare-the-air days. Every train was a death trap with people crammed into every spare inch of space. I'd rather sit in traffic for an hour in my own car than deal with this much longer.

Anyway, thanks to Bistro Burger and what must have been unwashed lettuce in their chicken cesar salad. It coulda been the chicken - who the hell knows. I won't be ordering it again.

And all the cats are grumpy. This nonstop heat is ass. I don't mind it during the daytime, but fuck, please bring on the fog at night so I can sleep. Our attic fan is going to run for two weeks straight. Billy Martin forecasted a high of 80 degrees today. It's already 76 at 9:30. I think Billy needs to update his software.

Who wants to come over & dig a pool in our backyard? I'll buy the beer.

Sunnyday

On our way to Alameda Point we witnessed this horrific disaster - a massacre of countless, innocent gummy bears who appeared to have been hanging out at a local gas station just before the weather turned fatally warm.

Looks like some tried to escape from what must have been ground zero (a magnifying glass?) but were overtaken by the heat and stopped in their sticky tracks. Devastating. Something you don't get over easily.

We continued on our way to what is still a blissfully empty ghost town to ride our bikes. On my supercool Electra Townie, I was cruising in comfort and style and could have stayed out there all day.

Heading back home, we realized it's only a matter of time before that land is developed and it will be a ghost town no longer. I hope future development stays caught up in red tape for decades.