Art Cafe |
A lot of the cafes in San Francisco feel like galleries, with their bare walls, bright lighting and open space. The conversations and situations that happen in them are all on exhibit. In this city th...
Posted by Mike on Wed, 05 Dec 2007 03:34:00 PST |
Lovers |
Saw a guy in a wheelchair going down the street with his girlfriend riding in his lap, her arms around his neck. They were so sexy...
Posted by Mike on Tue, 04 Dec 2007 12:36:00 PST |
Know yourself |
From a personal ad:
"I know myself. I don't want anyone who's married, creepy, or has a foreign accent."
Posted by Mike on Fri, 30 Nov 2007 04:26:00 PST |
Overheard |
Two guys joking at a deli.
"Hey! So when's your sister going to marry your second uncle?"
"Don't know, they're still sorting out the paperwork."
Posted by Mike on Sat, 10 Nov 2007 05:58:00 PST |
Reading Kafka's "The Castle" |
Our civilization is always criticized for being too "materialistic." But is it really? How many people in this "secular", "materialistic" civilization actually notice or appreciate the material w...
Posted by Mike on Tue, 16 Jan 2007 03:31:00 PST |
Flea market |
Among the hair sticking together in clumps, the nylon cords holding down the tents, the phosphorescent noodles in takeout boxes, all made from the same lump of grease;
Among the the buzz saws,&n...
Posted by Mike on Mon, 30 Oct 2006 11:34:00 PST |
Urban sightings |
The homeless have appointed themselves the parking police. It started with one guy in the Mission district who would stake out empty parking spots. When cars came looking for parking, he would&nb...
Posted by Mike on Fri, 27 Oct 2006 06:05:00 PST |
Party of Outsiders |
Like atoms colliding in the void, bodies jostle in front of the stage. The rhythm of the bass pounds the alleyway. It is this rhythm that builds skyscrapers and knocks them down. The guys are dressed ...
Posted by Mike on Mon, 23 Oct 2006 10:27:00 PST |
Jogging |
I was walking at night, someone groans behind me, then the sound of footsteps. A jogger was charging up the steep hill, her face contorted, her ears feeding into an Ipod, veins popping on her nec...
Posted by Mike on Tue, 03 Oct 2006 08:06:00 PST |
Landscape .2 |
Streetlights afloat in a sea of deathLanterns guiding the beer drinker homeStreaking by the windows of the late trainTowering, grotesque, asceticThe only landscape I knowNight without end, human being...
Posted by Mike on Wed, 06 Sep 2006 10:04:00 PST |
