disconnected rambling blather
Sep. 13th, 2005 11:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
saint_monkeyI just bought what would have been $130 worth of groceries in Philly for $80 here in San Fran. High cost of living? Of course, I'm making up for it when the rent check comes around...
So... How are things? Hm. That's good. Er. Yeah. No. I'm really listening, I promise, you just said... oh, something about some such thing or other.
70% of black americans think the president does not care about them. I'm wondering about that other 30%... Something's up with them.
Is it the weekend yet?
Mystery has caught my seasonal sinus affectedness. Mine went away after a few days, so I think it was a cold masquerading as a sinus thingy. So, the short of it, Mystery has a bad cold. Probably the flu.
New job is great. The building is across the street from Pier 33 on the Embarcadero, so it's up in Fisherman's wharf. I get up and take a bus to the Montgoemery station, and walk down Sansome street. If I walk fast, it's twenty minutes through the city, and I can do the same at the end of day, so I get some wake up time, and some chill down time. As I walk, I realize that when I used to walk all over the place in seattle, that that is when I'd get a lot of ideas for poetry and songs. I like to walk, and it's nice to be in a place where I can breathe without encountering a bunch of coal dust, and where the public transportation is such that I can make a short walk part of my commute, but still pick up a bus anywhere along the route in case it rains or I'm late.
I go right by the Transamerica building. I took a cool pic of it on my camera-phone. But I don't know how to get the pictures out to put them on the intar-net-web. There are lots of antique shops to look in the windows of, and about twenty little bakeries on the way in the morning, all taking big racks of baked buns and rolls out of the oven. The bay bridge is visible every now and again on the right, and I can stand up from my desk and see the container boats going in front of Alcatraz on their way into Oakland.
This makes me remember working at the shipyards in seattle, and watching the tugs push those big container vessels and cruise ships skillfully into drydock, and then the huge hydrolic engines would lift them sureally out of the water. Sometime you should see that. It is a remarkable juxtaposition, these usually water-bourne vehicles bleached and gasping in the sun. A few years ago, changes in tugboat technology made a whole mess of them (tugs) obsolete. You could buy a fully functional, extremely powerful tug for a very low price. I've often daydreamed about converting one into a houseboat, and sailing (tugging, really,) from SF to Portland, to Seattle, Vancouver, and rotate like that all year. Really, you probably could get one for less than a houseboat, and much less than a landlocked home.
So... How are things? Hm. That's good. Er. Yeah. No. I'm really listening, I promise, you just said... oh, something about some such thing or other.
70% of black americans think the president does not care about them. I'm wondering about that other 30%... Something's up with them.
Is it the weekend yet?
Mystery has caught my seasonal sinus affectedness. Mine went away after a few days, so I think it was a cold masquerading as a sinus thingy. So, the short of it, Mystery has a bad cold. Probably the flu.
New job is great. The building is across the street from Pier 33 on the Embarcadero, so it's up in Fisherman's wharf. I get up and take a bus to the Montgoemery station, and walk down Sansome street. If I walk fast, it's twenty minutes through the city, and I can do the same at the end of day, so I get some wake up time, and some chill down time. As I walk, I realize that when I used to walk all over the place in seattle, that that is when I'd get a lot of ideas for poetry and songs. I like to walk, and it's nice to be in a place where I can breathe without encountering a bunch of coal dust, and where the public transportation is such that I can make a short walk part of my commute, but still pick up a bus anywhere along the route in case it rains or I'm late.
I go right by the Transamerica building. I took a cool pic of it on my camera-phone. But I don't know how to get the pictures out to put them on the intar-net-web. There are lots of antique shops to look in the windows of, and about twenty little bakeries on the way in the morning, all taking big racks of baked buns and rolls out of the oven. The bay bridge is visible every now and again on the right, and I can stand up from my desk and see the container boats going in front of Alcatraz on their way into Oakland.
This makes me remember working at the shipyards in seattle, and watching the tugs push those big container vessels and cruise ships skillfully into drydock, and then the huge hydrolic engines would lift them sureally out of the water. Sometime you should see that. It is a remarkable juxtaposition, these usually water-bourne vehicles bleached and gasping in the sun. A few years ago, changes in tugboat technology made a whole mess of them (tugs) obsolete. You could buy a fully functional, extremely powerful tug for a very low price. I've often daydreamed about converting one into a houseboat, and sailing (tugging, really,) from SF to Portland, to Seattle, Vancouver, and rotate like that all year. Really, you probably could get one for less than a houseboat, and much less than a landlocked home.
