I rode my fixed-gear bicycle from downtown to Ocean Beach today. It was my own quiet, sober Bay To Breakers.
There were some petite fleurs:
Last night my friends Will and Rick performed a show at The Café Royale as Rick McKay and The Gentlemans Quarterly. I like to describe them as a Chuck Berry-inspired mashup of Cake and The Rolling Stones. Anyway, they were fantastic.
My friend and co-worker Katie invited me to the Disposable Film Fest Bike-In last Wednesday. The screening was for short movies made with smartphone cameras, flip cameras, DSLRs, and other non-professional cameras. There was valet parking for bikes, food carts, a bar, and it was hosted at the Phoenix Hotel, a retro joint in the Tenderloin.
The Grand Prize went to “Thrush”, a short movie about relationships, perspective, those intimate moments, and how time and distance shift perspective and how images become that, just images.
San Francisco es Pura vida! I’m cooking again. Going to bed earlier. Writing letters to friends. Drawing. Estudiar Español. Vivre à la française. And I’m proud of my sister, who graduated with her Bachelor of Arts in Philosophy from Coe College. And proud of my friends, who are getting married, having children, and growing up to be really fine people. I love growing older.