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jon_chaissonBeen a couple of strange days here...
Weather
You know that old maxim, "if you don't like the weather in New England, wait five minutes"? Here's San Francisco's version:
If you don't like the weather in San Francisco in the winter, then:
(A)Wait two minutes
(B)Go across the bay where it's snowing
(C)Go to a different neighborhood where it's sunny
or
(D)Don't go over the Golden Gate Bridge and into Waldo Tunnel, because chances are it's a freak snowstorm in Sausalito.
Throughout the course of the day today, it was:
--cold
--warm
--raining
--sunny
--overcast
--hailing.
Not that I'm complaining. Just that I'm beginning to think that SF's weather patterns are wackier than New England's. And as for (D), that actually happened this last weekend. People leaving the city went over the bridge, went into Waldo Tunnel, and came out in Sausalito with a hail/snow/ice storm that caused a 23 car pileup and 2 fatalities.
Wasting Time
After a rather busy day yesterday, my coworkers and I were having trouble trying to find things to do, as the work had inexplicably dried up. We found ourselves talking about all sorts of things, from downloading music to the Matrix to Star Wars to fishing in Texas. Most of my coworkers are not from the area, so we all have our stories and eccentricities, and we have fun talking about such things. I just wish that we had more to do!!
And yesterday, in a different form of wasting time, after stopping at Rasputin Records to pick up the second Patlabor movie, I decided to take the cable car home again, even though I'd promised myself to get some writing done, I ended up getting off at Lombard Street. The Hyde St./Beach St. car stops at the top of the famous hilly street, so I decided to walk home from there. The famous part of it itself isn't bad walking, as it's all steps and easy to navigate. It's the block after it that's the killer. My feet and knees weren't happy when I got home.
And of course, today I wasted time by not being able to take the F Line home (something was up with the line), and walked to the Post Office. Which leads me to the next section...
The Post Office
You've all read my rants about them. So Saturday I get one of those delivery slips (I didn't get to check the mail until yesterday, so it was there for awhile). So I finally get to the PO by way of Broadway up to Columbus and over to Stockton (btw, only in this city would you see an elementary school across the street from a strip club).
I wait in line, sweaty from the walk, for a good ten minutes. I get to the front of the line, give the guy my slip, and...
...the package is NOT THERE.
I'm guessing that our deliveryman is on crack again, because I came home and realized that the package I'd gotten by hand on Saturday was from the same zip code, so I'm wondering if the guy put the slip in there by mistake. Who knows.
And when I walk out, it's raining.
Two blocks later, it's hailing.
A block after that, it's rain again.
This is one weird city.
Market Street
Market is one of the main thoroughfares in this city. It starts at the Ferry Building, climbs up Mt. Sutro (the one with the funky-looking TV tower), and becomes Portola Drive after that for no apparent reason. I work at the corner of Market and Van Ness. I ride the same train as Emm in the morning, only she gets off about halfway through my commute. The rest of my trip is interesting...we start in the Downtown District, which slowly morphs from business towers to touristy shops, until one hits Powell Street, where the cable cars start. Then for about 5 blocks it becomes the Tenderloin, in which it's not terribly sketchy, but you wouldn't want to be walking there at night. Then about 3 blocks from my building it becomes the theater/business district again. And after that it heads towards the Castro.
I'll just say that I see some characters in the Tenderloin, most of them harmless, but I just don't want to see the public display of relief (so to speak) of a homeless man that I saw at my train stop yesterday. I SO did not need to see that. Or the woman who passed me very loudly and triumphantly clearing her throat. Ew.
Other than that, Market's not so bad. There are just certain areas I'd rather not walk through.
Oh, and one last thing--apparently the Sisters of Mercy are playing at the Warfield next Wednesday. Is it sad that I really would like to go see them, but I know I'll be too tired to?
Weather
You know that old maxim, "if you don't like the weather in New England, wait five minutes"? Here's San Francisco's version:
If you don't like the weather in San Francisco in the winter, then:
(A)Wait two minutes
(B)Go across the bay where it's snowing
(C)Go to a different neighborhood where it's sunny
or
(D)Don't go over the Golden Gate Bridge and into Waldo Tunnel, because chances are it's a freak snowstorm in Sausalito.
Throughout the course of the day today, it was:
--cold
--warm
--raining
--sunny
--overcast
--hailing.
Not that I'm complaining. Just that I'm beginning to think that SF's weather patterns are wackier than New England's. And as for (D), that actually happened this last weekend. People leaving the city went over the bridge, went into Waldo Tunnel, and came out in Sausalito with a hail/snow/ice storm that caused a 23 car pileup and 2 fatalities.
Wasting Time
After a rather busy day yesterday, my coworkers and I were having trouble trying to find things to do, as the work had inexplicably dried up. We found ourselves talking about all sorts of things, from downloading music to the Matrix to Star Wars to fishing in Texas. Most of my coworkers are not from the area, so we all have our stories and eccentricities, and we have fun talking about such things. I just wish that we had more to do!!
And yesterday, in a different form of wasting time, after stopping at Rasputin Records to pick up the second Patlabor movie, I decided to take the cable car home again, even though I'd promised myself to get some writing done, I ended up getting off at Lombard Street. The Hyde St./Beach St. car stops at the top of the famous hilly street, so I decided to walk home from there. The famous part of it itself isn't bad walking, as it's all steps and easy to navigate. It's the block after it that's the killer. My feet and knees weren't happy when I got home.
And of course, today I wasted time by not being able to take the F Line home (something was up with the line), and walked to the Post Office. Which leads me to the next section...
The Post Office
You've all read my rants about them. So Saturday I get one of those delivery slips (I didn't get to check the mail until yesterday, so it was there for awhile). So I finally get to the PO by way of Broadway up to Columbus and over to Stockton (btw, only in this city would you see an elementary school across the street from a strip club).
I wait in line, sweaty from the walk, for a good ten minutes. I get to the front of the line, give the guy my slip, and...
...the package is NOT THERE.
I'm guessing that our deliveryman is on crack again, because I came home and realized that the package I'd gotten by hand on Saturday was from the same zip code, so I'm wondering if the guy put the slip in there by mistake. Who knows.
And when I walk out, it's raining.
Two blocks later, it's hailing.
A block after that, it's rain again.
This is one weird city.
Market Street
Market is one of the main thoroughfares in this city. It starts at the Ferry Building, climbs up Mt. Sutro (the one with the funky-looking TV tower), and becomes Portola Drive after that for no apparent reason. I work at the corner of Market and Van Ness. I ride the same train as Emm in the morning, only she gets off about halfway through my commute. The rest of my trip is interesting...we start in the Downtown District, which slowly morphs from business towers to touristy shops, until one hits Powell Street, where the cable cars start. Then for about 5 blocks it becomes the Tenderloin, in which it's not terribly sketchy, but you wouldn't want to be walking there at night. Then about 3 blocks from my building it becomes the theater/business district again. And after that it heads towards the Castro.
I'll just say that I see some characters in the Tenderloin, most of them harmless, but I just don't want to see the public display of relief (so to speak) of a homeless man that I saw at my train stop yesterday. I SO did not need to see that. Or the woman who passed me very loudly and triumphantly clearing her throat. Ew.
Other than that, Market's not so bad. There are just certain areas I'd rather not walk through.
Oh, and one last thing--apparently the Sisters of Mercy are playing at the Warfield next Wednesday. Is it sad that I really would like to go see them, but I know I'll be too tired to?
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Date: 2006-03-15 02:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-15 03:22 am (UTC)(which, of course, is why I am going to end up on some sort of FBI watch list).
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Date: 2006-03-15 11:25 am (UTC)