My boyfriend and I just finished up a fun road trip down to San Diego via Santa Cruz to visit our nephew, Big Sur to do some stellar camping and hiking, Cambria to experience Hearst Castle and the joys of the California Central Coast art communities (and a kick-ass hostel), Disneyland and (the more fun California Adventures), a fun AirBnB stay in San Diego, and, of course, seeing amazing friends. Along the way we took some photos. Check out the Flickr photo set here.
Again... fuck Peter Shih. A BEAUTIFUL counter argument.... including my crew, the The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence.
"But it’s also been home to the wayward souls and the dreamers, queers and artists, poets and the immigrants. That’s what makes it a great city; in fact heterogeneity is what makes any city great."
I have very little to say tonight, except that I'm sad. I'm sad for our American tradition of welcoming and diversity. Tonight we let a guy off for murdering a kid because he was black. No. Really. The only reason he isn't guilty is because he was black. A long way we've come in this "race war", huh?
This article came through a SF Weekly blog post: "Yeiner Perez, BART's Naked Acrobat, Facing Deportation." In short, it speaks to the fact that the "crazy" BART acrobat/assaulter is going back "home." Sexual assault is not ok. He deserved some sort of criminal prosecution if found guilty (duh). But my friend Eric raises an interesting point on Facebook: "Is this a metaphor for whats happening in SF right now? Out with the naked acrobats, in with tech douches?"
My reply: "Interesting point. Those tech douches who's companies don't pay corporate taxes that leave City programs - like those supporting the mental health of the City's citizens - underfunded."
As someone who at one point relied heavily on those public mental health programs, I'm getting a little frustrated by the whole thing. And not in that dumb-ass, hypocritical Valleywag article by the equally douchey dot com shithead that's been going around sort of way. Frustrated because I can't even take the N from my house to downtown because it no worky.
California is currently attempting to close 1/4 of the 278 State Parks as a way of cutting costs. The implications of this are terrifying both for a natural environment and for future generations to have access to such amazing places. The First 70 is a project, which was successfully funded via Kickstarter, with the goal of creating a short film covering the story of Californians banding together to stop the closing of the parks and shed light on the already grossly underfunded parks system.
I've got a bad case of the no-sleepies tonight. So, a voyage through my classical music selection seems appropriate. Here, my friends, is Beethoven's Symphony No.7 in A major, Op.9 (II. Allegretto). You can also find it in one of the most beautiful movies I've ever seen, The Fall.
I have "forced" time off this week. A mixed blessing if you ask me but I've been enjoying it. Today, Jamie and I hit up Tacolicious at 741 Valencia Street. After our herroing hour long wait at Outerlands yesterday, we were ready to kill some time while we awaited our next new-restaurant experience. Alas! No wait! In fact there was plenty of room - including at, our favorite, the bar. First off, we ordered way too much food - four tacos each is a bit excessive - but it was great. The margarita wasn't bad either. Nor was the "extra" beer we were offered. I recommend the cod fish and the beef cheek tacos. And, as aforementioned, the house margarita.
We continued on to do some hipster-esque shopping along Valencia St. and along the way we found this awesome swing. It's a placed a bit precariously (it's pretty easy to end up in a car's windshield) but a lot of fun nonetheless. We continued on our little adventure, stopping by Borderlands Cafe to visit my brother and grab an espresso along the way.
Finally, heading back up 18th St. home we were blessed with one of those amazing San Francisco winter sunsets hovering over Twin Peaks.
A good forced day off indeed.