What a fun trip to Mexico City together to visit Daniel and Elanna. And what a charming and enormous city. The pyramids, street food at El Faraon and Tizoncito and Mercado Medellin, trajineras in Xochimilco, drinks en un techo, walking in Coyoacan and the parks and running Calle Amsterdam, reading on the balcony after sleeping in, so many good things in one short (and tall?) weekend.
Wednesday, August 10, 2016
Tuesday, February 23, 2016
Time Out of Line
It has been nearly a year since our last posts here. I don't know how I let it slip - I enjoy this little dia-blog. What a year it has been. Here we are on the cusp of another transition. How to choose between wants, desires, and fears? What will we choose, and, by extension, what does that say about what motivates us? I look forward to seeing where we end up, as resolution of this last chapter and as the start of a whole new chapter for you and me, for us.
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Eggs and television
2015
Teranga? Teranga!
Friday, February 20, 2015
1853/2015
A passage from the Sisters Brothers, partially set in Gold Rush San Francisco:
“You must understand, gentlemen,” says one character, “that the tradition of thrift and sensible spending has vanished here. It simply does not exist anymore. For example, when I arrived this last time from working my claim I had a sizable sack of gold dust, and though I knew it was lunacy I decided to sit down and have a large dinner in the most expensive restaurant I could find…so it was that I ate a decent-sized, not particularly tasty meal of meat and spuds and ale and ice cream, and for this repast, which would have put me back perhaps a half a dollar in my hometown, I paid the sum of thirty dollars in cash.” “Charlie was disgusted, “Only a moron would pay that.” “I agree, said the man, One hundred percent I agree. And I am happy to welcome you to a town peopled by morons exclusively. Furthermore, I hope your transformation to moron is not an unpleasant experience.”
“You must understand, gentlemen,” says one character, “that the tradition of thrift and sensible spending has vanished here. It simply does not exist anymore. For example, when I arrived this last time from working my claim I had a sizable sack of gold dust, and though I knew it was lunacy I decided to sit down and have a large dinner in the most expensive restaurant I could find…so it was that I ate a decent-sized, not particularly tasty meal of meat and spuds and ale and ice cream, and for this repast, which would have put me back perhaps a half a dollar in my hometown, I paid the sum of thirty dollars in cash.” “Charlie was disgusted, “Only a moron would pay that.” “I agree, said the man, One hundred percent I agree. And I am happy to welcome you to a town peopled by morons exclusively. Furthermore, I hope your transformation to moron is not an unpleasant experience.”
I love your story of Samba
I'm amazed by how friendly some people still are in San Francisco. Oddly, I find certain cab drivers and the older, non-stereotypical rideshare drivers to be the chattiest. This is an unexpected niche; MUNI riders and walkers aren't very friendly, but private car people are. Just a thought.
Taranga? Prisoner? Man I would be so late to everything in Senegal. I do poorly enough here, and that's not because I'm some hybrid.
Taranga? Prisoner? Man I would be so late to everything in Senegal. I do poorly enough here, and that's not because I'm some hybrid.
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