I got up at 11:00am today. This is becoming routine.
I stumbled out of bed and found Kristina in the living room eating a salad before heading off to her job. I looked out the living room window and acknowledged that it was a truly beautiful San Francisco autumn day. I resolved to her that by 1:00pm I would be out of the house.
My mission today was to fight the lazy. To get out of my apartment and do what I said I'd do in my last post.
Mission accomplished. I went to the market, spent some time in Dolores Park, bought running shoes in the Inner Sunset, walked around Golden Gate Park, sketched and read in the Music Concourse, met up with Kay at Naan and Curry...and watched Heroes at Morgan and Phil's place in Hayes Valley.
Other than the shoe purchase, none of this was planned. It kind of just unfolded naturally. I don't know why I feel like it's worth writing a blog post about. I guess I just want to remind my future self of how nice today was and make all you income-earning working stiffs/stressed-out grad students jealous.
;-)
The world according to a Mexigue..or a Portumex. Or a "fine Indian brotha" according to crazy homeless man that wandered into Blondies Pizza.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
When the Lights Go Down in the City
Hello to the few of you who may have wandered over here hoping that maybe I finally updated this thing. Today is your lucky day.
Other than a few spats of unemployment-induced boredom - things have been pretty damn good here on the other side of the bay. I have a wonderful new home here in Noe Valley with two great roomies in an affordable, historic, well-kept apartment building on a quiet street near the heart of the neighborhood.
I never really explored Noe Valley until I moved here a month ago. It's a neighborhood that doesn't really attract tour-busses or college students. It's a part of San Francisco dominated by people who actually *live* here. It's like a small-town within the City - and just a quick trolley ride away from Downtown. I love it.
I'm just a block from the neighborhood's main shopping drag - 24th Street. 24th Street has almost everything you need to survive: restaurants, hardware shops, supermarket, pharmacy, gift shops, clothing stores, coffee shops, banks, bars....all wrapped in a oh-so-San-Francisco Victorian village-like atmosphere. No doubt, it's the center of San Franciscan yuppy-dom, but if the stroller-set gets too overwhelming I'm a quick walk downhill to the Mission or the Castro.
This place, right now, just fits. I keep having those pinch-me-I'm-dreaming moments when I step foot out my apartment and walk along this neighborhood's pretty little streets. Quite the change from the Southside of Berkeley. Don't have to worry about tripping over a drugged out crazy People's Park resident here.
Of course, there are a few drawbacks: My room is about half the size of my old Berkeley place. The cheap and plentiful food of Southside is no longer outside my door (which means I'm eating-in more...who knows, maybe I'll start cooking....) And of course, the comforting presence of Dengrove is no longer down the hall. Hehe.
But overall, things are great.
It's quite late. Past 2:00am. I am still unemployed so this does not really concern me. That said, it is kind of a bummer to sleep in and let so much of the day slip away. I know...I know....I'll be regretting that once I become a working stiff. Please don't remind me of this, I'm acutely aware of the fact and very tired of hearing it :-P
Tomorrow, I resolve to actually enjoy the situation rather than putz around my apartment like I've been doing that past couple days. I'm going to go to a bookstore, buy the sequel to the Golden Compass, and take it with me after lunch to wherever my heart pleases.
The City beckons.
Other than a few spats of unemployment-induced boredom - things have been pretty damn good here on the other side of the bay. I have a wonderful new home here in Noe Valley with two great roomies in an affordable, historic, well-kept apartment building on a quiet street near the heart of the neighborhood.
I never really explored Noe Valley until I moved here a month ago. It's a neighborhood that doesn't really attract tour-busses or college students. It's a part of San Francisco dominated by people who actually *live* here. It's like a small-town within the City - and just a quick trolley ride away from Downtown. I love it.
I'm just a block from the neighborhood's main shopping drag - 24th Street. 24th Street has almost everything you need to survive: restaurants, hardware shops, supermarket, pharmacy, gift shops, clothing stores, coffee shops, banks, bars....all wrapped in a oh-so-San-Francisco Victorian village-like atmosphere. No doubt, it's the center of San Franciscan yuppy-dom, but if the stroller-set gets too overwhelming I'm a quick walk downhill to the Mission or the Castro.
This place, right now, just fits. I keep having those pinch-me-I'm-dreaming moments when I step foot out my apartment and walk along this neighborhood's pretty little streets. Quite the change from the Southside of Berkeley. Don't have to worry about tripping over a drugged out crazy People's Park resident here.
Of course, there are a few drawbacks: My room is about half the size of my old Berkeley place. The cheap and plentiful food of Southside is no longer outside my door (which means I'm eating-in more...who knows, maybe I'll start cooking....) And of course, the comforting presence of Dengrove is no longer down the hall. Hehe.
But overall, things are great.
It's quite late. Past 2:00am. I am still unemployed so this does not really concern me. That said, it is kind of a bummer to sleep in and let so much of the day slip away. I know...I know....I'll be regretting that once I become a working stiff. Please don't remind me of this, I'm acutely aware of the fact and very tired of hearing it :-P
Tomorrow, I resolve to actually enjoy the situation rather than putz around my apartment like I've been doing that past couple days. I'm going to go to a bookstore, buy the sequel to the Golden Compass, and take it with me after lunch to wherever my heart pleases.
The City beckons.