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Sunday, August 29, 2004
The dog days of summer are supposed to be over, but apparently it takes me a few cycles before I remember how the weather actually works here in San Francisco. I should have known as I drove home along I-280 when I saw not a spec of fog coming over the hills from Half Moon Bay. Usually, I'm quite taken with the speed of the clouds as they fall over the mountains into the Crystal Springs Reservoir. The variations in the early evening sky are what I look forward to most during my drive home from work. Friday, however, it was sunny and clear.
Later that night, Chris and I walked a block up our hill to see an unobscured, moonlit panorama from the tower on Twin Peaks to downtown - not a common view. The air was clear, warm, and still - something not commonly encountered on a summer evening. I'm reminded of the Fourth of July when the wind was so cold, our neighbor's friend put on a fur-lined coat to climb up the hill to see the downtown fireworks which turned out to be completely obscured by clouds and fog.
We hadn't been to the beach once this summer. We've spent most of our July days enjoying the cool grayness of the city. Being from the southeast, heat is something we've trained ourselves to avoid, so the idea of seeking out the sun is a bit of an anathema for us. But Saturday, when the inevitable heat settled into the city, it was easy to convince Chris to go to the beach, where the temperatures were guaranteed to be at least 10 degrees lower. We went to Gray Whale Cove, pictured here on the California Coastal Project site. The beach we were on was right next to this weird thing which is on the edge of a place called Devil's Slide.
Despite the adventures of the day, I think Chris and I had the most fun looking at the Coastal Project site after we got home.Labels: San Francisco
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Saturday, August 21, 2004
I've been bad. I must offer penance to the Blog. It's been too long since last I wrote. My excuse? This time it's illness. I've had a bit of a fever and congestion since last Saturday. Denial of all responsibility was the only remedy. Stress of work, stress of Blog, stress of, you know, doing stuff had to be avoided, at all costs. That's my story, and I'm stickin' to it.
Meanwhile, blazing temperatures have abated here in the Bay Area, and the fall fashions have hit my doorstep (in the form of magazines, unfortunately, not actual clothing). Did summer end before I remembered to take that trip the the beach? Oh, that reminds me: don't check any of those items off my next weekend to-do list. I suspect those items will remain on my next weekend to-do list for a good while. I'll make it a point to come up with some more attainable goals. That way, I can feel a sense of accomplishment. Like maybe I'll plan to rewatch all of the Buffy Season 2 DVDs before the end of September. There, I think that's doable. I feel better.
So while I'm wallowing in a little self-pity, Chris has managed to solve a local murder case. Those two kids shot in the head on the beach a bit north of here? He says it's the Zodiac killer. Mmhmm. That's right. No one's mentioned it yet in the media, so I figured I'd break the case right here for my non-existent readership. It pretty much matches the Zodiac killer's MO - young victims, no motive, odd location...I don't know. I haven't verified his research yet, but I think it's an exciting theory. In the midst of all our fear of terror, seems to me we've forgotten about simpler times when any mild-mannered, 20 to 35 year old white boy-next-door could have a human head in his fridge. Let us not forget our basest fears.
Labels: buffy, San Francisco
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Monday, August 09, 2004
I'm not sure why I'm posting. I have nothing to report. But since I've embraced the culture of the Blog, I must embrace the purpose of the Blog. It is a forum for my meaningless, self-endulgent ramblings. I know some think of the Blog as a means for communicating to one's family and friends. Some consider it a public diary - a forum for depressed, geeky teens(?) to spill their guts for the world to see (or not). Some even consider it a vehicle for future publication. No, not me. I consider it a structured writing exercise. I must make an entry at least as often as I do my yoga. Structure and deadlines are what I need. Nevermind that I'm the one defining them. Must...not...break...self...imposed...rules.
Oh right, but didn't I say before that I was just using the Blog to more easily update my site? Yes, yes, I guess I've got me there. But the Blog is hard to resist. It calls me to write. It demands that I write. It's easier than going out and taking more pictures to post. It's easier than making something new and pretty for you to look at. It's way easier than scanning all these wedding photos and Chris's sketchbooks that I have sitting here. So, it does make it easier to update my site. I never made any claims to the quality of the content.
In the interest of pleasing the Blog, here are a couple lists.
Things I accomplished this weekend:
sent my brother a birthday card
ordered a pizza
took a walk
crashed a hard drive
bought new clothes for work
recovered a hard drive
Things I did not accomplish this weekend:
call my mom
call my dad
write a letter
read a book
decide what to do with the rest of my life
Things to do next weekend:
write a screenplay
make a film
buy a house
get a scholarship
have a baby
get out of debt
...not necessarily in that order.
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Wednesday, August 04, 2004
I have a song stuck in my head. At least this time, it's a good one. Here's the chorus:
They will see us waving from such great heights
Come down now, they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
Come down now, but we'll stay...
If you don't know it already, it's Such Great Heights by the Postal Service. The full song lyrics are quite clever, too, but the chorus has that pseudo-80s-perfect-pop nostalgia that just pulls my strings. The Iron and Wine cover of it might bring you (and when I say you, I mean me) to tears. Go find it so I can make room in my head for something more useful.
Labels: music
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Monday, August 02, 2004
I keep trying to come up with some new way to make it easy for me to update my website. Instead I find that I have the most fun redesigning the entire thing each time I have the inkling to reach out to my distant friends and family. So here it is. The latest. I've tried something new this time. I'm using a blogger to update the home page. Now I can update my random ramblings from any computer. It satisfies my personal theory about mobility. First of all, I don't have to own a computer to have an online presence. Secondly, I don't have to carry around any nifty devices to update or access the site. A library, an internet cafe, a friend's house, work...any of these will do. I encourage you all to liberate yourselves from your devices. It will save your backs and get you out into the world more often.
There is a tiny bit of new content on the site. I've added some pictures to the wedding photo collection. All my photos are now on a photo page, linked by the images at the top. Or just click here. The new photos are the bbq and album. Also, the panoramic photo has been updated with the color version. Click on the small image to view and download a bigger version. Enjoy.
Also, I apologize to you PC users who are currently experiencing any funkiness in my new design. I had to wait until I got to work today to check it out. It's perfect on my Mac.
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