February 2010
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The Long Haul (part ii)
Beneath much of San Francisco’s financial district, especially the concrete flats that hug the waters of SoMa, sleep the ghostly refuse & poignant infill of the city past. The abandonded ships of golden-eyed 49ers are buried alongside the glorious rubble of the 1906 earthquake & fire. The skyscrapers stand here like solemn headstones.
I walk each weekday...
Matea wrote:
In fifth-grade I won a regional essay contest. Everyone in the class was required to write on the topic of what you like about yourself. I couldn’t think of anything, and my sister wrote the winning essay for me.
Although she wouldn’t cop to it, my wife is some kind of mystic & genius. Serious.
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“Phone-bone or sext me later.”
– OVERHEARD in SF
