Walking in San Francisco

Those sea lions that everybody goes to see.

View from Telegraph Hill.

Coit Tower.

On the way to the bridge.

On the other side.

Here's a few pictures I took this week. On Wednesday I walked over to Coit Tower on Telegraph Hill, and yesterday I walked across the Golden Gate Bridge to Marin County. The views of the bay were exhilirating. While it was sunny, the wind was intense, so I basically froze my butt off. I couldn't believe all the tourons on the bridge in shorts and t-shirts. The walk across is 1.2 miles, and I listened to my iPod (various house remixes, a little Madonna, and some reggae), taking me about 30 minutes to get across. On the other side, I found the "Lone Sailor". (Obvious jokes regarding said sailor's continuing lone status omitted.)

Afterwards, I walked back across the bridge, and took a bus through the Presidio. I met up with my buddy Charlie and had some awesome Chinese food at Dragon Well in the Marina District, and then several pints at local watering hole. That evening, I went to the Lonestar Saloon, and ended up networking a bit with some friendly bears, in the process learning that Guadalajara has an amazing gay scene.

First Friday at Jazzfest 2007 (April 27, 2007)

Hot catch

Um, there are a lot of hot guys on Deadliest Catch...among them Matt "I definitely have some priors" who is on the Northwestern and Blake, the captain of the Maverick. Who knew fishing and crabbing could be so sexy?

Multiple shits hitting the fan

Okay, I kinda hate it when bloggers who haven't posted anything in awhile will suddenly decide to post the "I haven't posted in forever" post, so I am not going to mention the fact that it's been awhile, at least not directly. Obviously, I have a real life with shit going on all the time, and lately it's been a lot of shit. And it's been hitting the fan, and it's getting all over the place. And none of it's the good S-curve, once-a-day, high in fibre diet kind. What a mess. First of all, there's the constipated, meatball type that actually dents the fanblades as it hits, whereupon it changes trajectory, remaining completely intact: a dense shitball that's certain to fuck up whoever it hits, or at least leave a bruise. Then there's the drippy, "lee-kweed sheets" as Mikael would say, that produce a shit mosaic that covers everything in the vicinity, stopped only by the walls where it lands, sliding down in a stinky ooze. Regardless, you're fucked. That basically sums up the past couple of weeks for me.

Another one bites the dust...

Once again, we here in the NO are finding ourselves celebrating the departure of yet another good friend. In this case, Tony (the one on the left) is leaving for DC in a matter of days. His departure is one in a long line. But what is New Orleans' loss is DC's gain. He's going to be managing what is soon to be the hottest FCUK store in the nation. Watch out all you retail bitches. This one's coming up. Don't be afraid to say, "Hey!" as he's a very friendly guy, and arriving in the DC area completely single. With lottsa love we wish him all the best from the Dirty, Dirty.

This one is Tony before the move. As you can see, we all down here are desperate for cash, and will do almost anything for a quick buck, including selling hemp jewelry to indigent hippies. Fortunately, he's already sorted out for a success in Our Nation's Capital.