Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Scary Happenings in the City
I rode through on the Bart less than an hour earlier.
As I was researching these stories, I found out that singer Robert Goulet died.
No one under 40 would have ever known who he was if it wasn't for Will Ferrell...
I don't care if he's Notorious Big, can he croon?
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Weirdest Thing I've Seen in SF So Far:
Unrelated photo from Baker Beach. Please note iconic bridge in background.
Monday, October 22, 2007
Will Somebody Hit the Lights?
Golden Gate Bridge from the other side of Coit Tower
Fat lazy tourists contemplating fat lazy sea lions
Beach near Golden Gate Park
Saturday, October 20, 2007
The Opposite of Hallelujah
I don't understand the line between having a few social drinks and binge drinking every night of the week. Why do it? It's not impressing anyone. I'd be interested if anyone could explain to me why it's important to drink so excessively that you black out more than once a week. Sure, I've been drunk, and I have a lovely scar on my knee to remind me that it's a stupid idea! Even if it happens every couple months it's understandable. If I'm really upset about something I just want to join my friends at reggae night and get drunk off $2 Red Stripes. But if it's a regular occurrence, is it normal or alcoholism? Where do you draw the line?
It's red beer, Mon!
I had the pleasure of spending time with the incomparable Amy Tietz this weekend, and we did a lot of walking, shopping, and watching season two of "The Office." I'd forgotten how good it is just to hang out with someone you can be yourself around - to not have to worry about having every second planned out, but spend an hour talking at lunch in a cafe or wandering the racks at Buffalo Exchange.Elle est adorable.
We were going to join G to watch the rugby final at the Mad Dog in the Fog, an English pub in the Haight district. We were on our way, dressed in the appropriate red and white English team colors (or, more appropriately, colours), when he called from the bar to tell us that it was packed and they were charging a $20 cover charge. Frick. Disappointing, but England lost anyway, and Amy and I had fun perusing the Haight-Ashbury area instead.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Como Agua para Elefante
Speaking of books, people keep asking me what I do at this internship. Here's a sample of my day today:
8:55 - Get to work, find out I got moved to another computer (from which I can't access my e-mail account), and spend the next 15 minutes trying to set up Outlook on the new computer before Kate, one of my editors, sends a tech guy to help.
9:20 - On Mondays and Wednesdays another (apparently messy) girl shares the new computer with me. I move my stuff over to the new desk, straighten up, and dust.
9:30 - Kate asks me to research a proposal for a coffee table photo book about greyhounds and I read the proposal, go online to assess interest level in the subject and existing similar books, and e-mail her back my results and opinion.
11:00 - Home Publishing Group Meeting. The editors for the Home section (things like knitting books, decorating, animals, crafts) meet to discuss future projects, marketing, and how to match the success of Stuff on My Cat. I play the role of fly on the wall, and eat the Pirate's Booty someone brought in.
1:00 - Begin logging in book proposals and try to print rejection letters, but the new computer isn't hooked up to the printer I need and I can't find it on the computer to add it. I e-mail helpdesk guy again. Turns out it was easy. Embarrassing.
2:00 - lunch break, after which I keep logging rejected proposals and returning manuscripts, photos, portfolios, prototype books, for Bridget, my other editor...basically the valuable stuff people send in but we don't want to publish.
4:45 - I fit in a quick editing job for Kate before heading off at 5:00. Probably my most successful day yet. I forgot to say that a large part of this job involves walking back and forth to the beautiful, clean, high tech kitchen for tea/coffee/hot chocolate and large amounts of non-dairy creamer. Preferably all three at some point during the day.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Soft October Night
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
SF Loves You!
Alamo Square. The row of Victorian houses are the apparently infamous "painted ladies." So far all I know about this park is that there's a great view, half the park is "dog crap central" (according to G), and it gets really cold and windy there in the evenings, like today as we sat on a park bench trying to eat pizza.
Golden Gate park...no buffalo in sight...
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
-Carl Sandburg, "Fog"
I got on the BART going the wrong way tonight, but at least I got to see the Oakland BART station (and I will never make the mistake again).
Look Out Upon the Myriad Harbour
It started with a sore throat when I woke up yesterday morning, and by the time I got to work I had a headache and a full-fledged fever, complete with aches and chills. So instead of going out and walking around at lunchtime as usual, I settled myself on one of the bizarrely modern couch-shaped pieces of foam on the top story of the Chronicle office building with Spin Magazine's punk issue, my 1/4 of a Thyme rotisserie chicken (leftovers from dinner), and the tail end of a bag of Trader Joe's spicy flax seed chips (the best part of the bag because by that time it's mostly just spice). I could see people walking around on neighboring rooftops, a flag flapping in the wind, and straight ahead, a barge that seemed to float between the gray water and the gray sky. It's cold here.
Sorry I've been MIA lately. My own mother calls to make sure I'm still alive. Sorry, Mom; yes, yes I am. I'm going to blame it all on G. I will never be that girl who ditches everyone to hang out with a boy, but I don't yet have any friends here anyway, so it works out nicely. It just means that my boxes and boxes of moving items remain on the floor of my room, unpacked, and I don't update this as often as I'd like to.
He's currently left to catch the 21 bus downtown to attend the San Francisco School of Bar-Tending, a $400 2-week course filled with hopeful middle-agers intent on finding a new career. They say that within two nights you've recouped the cost of the lessons in tips.
I went back to San Luis Obispo last weekend and everyone kept asking the same questions: how are you liking San Francisco? Where are you living? What do you do at your internship? I wished I could just get them all together and answer those questions once instead of robotically nodding my head and smiling: Yes, I am liking San Francisco. Everything is going fine.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Get Your Own Coffee
Monday, October 1, 2007
Gettin' 'Frisco-y
I look out my new bedroom window onto a hillside of twinkling yellow lights. The branches of several scrawny pine trees are silhouetted against the last remnants of hazy sunset light beyond the ocean.
An hour ago my new roommate Dave took me to the nearby beach, where a fifteen minute hike down an iceplant-covered hill opened out to pristine sand and an orange sun hovering over the waves. We discovered a piece of a 100 year old shipwreck beached on the sand - just five feet of connected wooden planks with rusted hooks still attached.
For those of you who don't know, two days ago I moved to San Francisco to work as an editorial intern at Chronicle Books, according to their website: "One of the most admired and respected publishing companies in the U.S." What's more, their mission statement says they are "inspired by the enduring magic and importance of books." I too am inspired by the enduring magic and importance of books. Brilliant. This will work out.
Tomorrow is my first day at Chronicle Books, so although I should have been unpacking, I've been exploring the city with a certain English bloke the last couple days. I'm still learning the various "neighborhoods" of San Francisco, but today I managed the BART (which will most likely be my transportation to and from work) and fell in love with the deliciousness which is the Ferry Building Marketplace. Gelato! Bread! Cheese!
"Mmm...fancy a nice slice of Wensleydale, Gromit?"
Leaving San Luis Obispo was one of the saddest moves I've ever had to make. Over the last four years I've become more confident, happy, and made better friends than I ever have before. As Cogsworth, the enchanted clock from "Beauty and the Beast," would say, "If it ain't Baroque, don't fix it," but it was time to move on from that chapter of my life. As much as I've loved living in San Luis Obispo, there are other things I have to learn about life and wider venues to explore. And I think San Francisco is just the town to do so.