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May the road rise with you

14 May

May the road rise with you

It was a long day. Not a bad one, just long and packed too tightly. I was climbing the hill toward home, struggling to schlep 28 pounds of laundry. My heart was beating quickly, and while pausing to catch my breath, I watched the fog crawl in. The air was cold and the sky was gray, and for a moment, there was no traffic on Guerrero. The city has had similar odd patches of silence lately. This one, when combined with the chill and clouds, threw me back to a late winter afternoon in my childhood. I remembered exactly where I stood, my motions, and the feeling was identical. Just for ten seconds or so, like eating a madeleine.

Very busy at the cafe tonight

13 May

Very busy at the cafe tonight

Dreamy Barista: absent
Nemesis: present
Annie: disappointed

Odor of pinks

13 May

Odor of pinks

The exterior of the breast health center is, of course, pink. It’s that familiar faded blush of so many San Francisco stucco buildings, and the color probably has little to do with what goes on inside the building. (As a side note: The consumerist bent of the pink-ribbon movement has always bothered me, implying that we can just shop our way out of cancer.)

Inside the waiting room, there’s an odd blend of solidarity and self-imposed seclusion. None of the women talk with other women, and few make eye contact. Most are in their mid-forties or older; they might be there for an annual mammogram, or they might be there because there’s a problem. No way to know, but they know that women my age don’t need annual mammograms. When I catch them looking at me, they give me small, sympathetic frowns. It’s nice, but awkward because they’re probably wondering why someone so young is there. (more…)

Richards I would have dated

11 May

Richards I would have dated

1. Dawkins
2. Widmark
3. Ashcroft, possibly

(Notably absent from the list: Cheney, Marx, Grieco, Nixon, Little)

We’re your arch-nemesises-ses

9 May

We’re your arch-nemesises-ses

So I have an enemy, and he is often at the coffee shop. He’s insufferable, but I’m glad he exists because it’s fun to pretend that we have an ongoing rivalry. This dude, who is cleverly referred to as “my nemesis,” is the Mr. Corduroy of 2010.

Here is why he is my nemesis. Maybe a year ago, we were seated next to each other. I was writing something while he was holding a book in a way that suggested he wanted everyone to see the title. He struck up conversation and was leering a little bit, but he was intelligent and I’m trying to not be a harpy to strangers. So we talked. (more…)