Posted on Friday, March 31st, 2006
Another lesson relearned: cities and Public Services don’t really mix so well.
And so it is that I missed the 8:15 bus to work this morning, and am sitting in Peet’s Coffee on Van Ness writing this and waiting for 9:15 to roll around.
Posted on Saturday, March 11th, 2006
It’s easy to be dead in a suburb.
It’s easy to drift into the background, to disconnect yourself from the situations and people and places and words and momentary ecstacies which set your heart on fire.
And it’s funny how quickly you forget; how quickly the perfect, joyful pain of real life becomes unfamiliar.
But if you’re truly a child of the city; if you’ve ever tied the rhythms of your heart to it; bled with it and healed with it and trudged through it and skipped across it, it never leaves you.
Posted on Tuesday, March 7th, 2006
(…being the sound of my social life exploding.)
I really, really hoped that moving up to San Francisco would provide me with less nights in watching DVDs, and more nights out doing random things. And whadya know? The city answered my hopes and then some.
Posted on Friday, February 24th, 2006
There’s a beautiful moment when you very first fall in love. The object of your desire is suffused with the glow of perfection, angels descend clutching harps and singing songs to your beautiful new love, and all is right with the world.
But pretty soon reality catches up with you, and no matter how sweet your sweetheart you realise there are a few quirks of theirs that you just never expected.
Posted on Wednesday, February 22nd, 2006
My friends who are well versed in gay porn tell me that there’sÂ a certain appeal (even a subculture devoted to) burly men lifting and carrying things.
The fact that the preceding sentence requires the plural of “friend”, and that I’m now living in the same zipcode as most of the Castro district suggests that Fate is trying to tell me something. Unfortunately, my sexual orientation stopped returning Fate’s calls and took out a restraining order against her long ago, so her efforts are all in vain, and I remain very much in the dark about the mysteries and appeal of gay porn.
But I digress.
Posted on Tuesday, February 14th, 2006
I still remember the day back in 2001 when Tom, Gareth, Paul and I first stepped through the front door of 37 Barnsbury Grove in Islington and pretty much exclaimed “wow!” in unison.
Sunlight was falling through the little conservatory at the back of the house and the wooden floor of the enormous lounge just glowed with it. We all looked at each other, mentally calculating whether we could afford the rent. “One way or another, we will” was the conclusion.
And when we moved in a few weeks later the place was even nicer than I remembered from that first viewing. From the very first day, it was more than just a place to live. It was home.
Posted on Thursday, February 9th, 2006
Everything’s started happening a little too fast now – because of the way the scheduling works out I’m picking up the keys to the new place on Saturday, and some nice people in a big truck are coming to Sunnyvale on Sunday to move all my stuff up to SF.
I was originally planning on picking up the keys on the 11th, and moving my stuff a week later on the 18th – more breathing room, chance to smooth out problems etc. But oh no.
Posted on Monday, January 16th, 2006
After an unexpected delay in London (note to self: never, ever lose your passport, especially after you’ve spent the whole evening repeatedly saying that it would be a stupid thing to do), I’m finally back in the Bay, or “home” as I’ve taken to involuntarily calling it recently.
London provided ample opportunities to power through the Meat List of the previous post, and although oysters are out of season and I didn’t get around to Peking Duck or manage to get to Nando’s, I’m now into my first day of experimental vegetarianism.
All the leftover meaty cupboard staples have been disposed of via my stomach, so from hereon in I won’t be buying any meat… unless an unbearable desire for steak forces me to concede that, no, I really can’t be without the odd choice bit of animal in my diet. We’ll see how that goes.
In other news, I looked at a lovely apartment which was just vacated by 2 fellow Yahoos today. It’s slightly larger than my current place, in the absolute perfect location (Buena Vista – N Judah to downtown, Haight 10-15 mins away…), has a really nice outside deck area and is, in short, exactly what I want. It’s expensive (60% more than I currently pay), but that’s what you get for wanting to be in the city.
I’m going to sleep on it overnight, but assuming that my subconscious doesn’t throw up any weird nightmares it looks like I’ll be tackling the Rental Application Hurdles from tomorrow onwards.
Wish me luck…
Posted on Sunday, October 30th, 2005
So, although I’ve made the decision to get rid of the car, I’m still flip-flopping wildly between the sensible, grown-up conclusion that it’s the right thing to do and, well, the child in me who loves driving the Jeep. The adult must prevail, though, so I’m continuing to push ahead on investigating the car-free lifestyle.
Perhaps the biggest problem to solve – how to get hold of provisions.
Posted on Wednesday, October 26th, 2005
Ever the resourceful, organised individual (no, really, occasionally I can be both simultaneously), I’ve started preparing for my city move by keeping a vague eye on the rental postings to cragslist. Actually, more accurately I’ve been using the really handy housingmaps.com, since it shows you the listings all spread out on a map (albeit one from the wrong search/mapping company…)
The map is important because, after a year of getting to know SF from afar I now have a very good idea of where I would really like to live, and more importantly where I really really wouldn’t like to live.