NoBe

So what do I know about North Beach?
Italian food, dive bars and tattoo parlor are on every block in the area.
The best bookshop in the world is there.
Open air movies at Washington Square.
Noise.
Dirt.
Hills.
Cable cars.
A parking hell.
Tourists.
Parrots.
Coit Tower.
Good weather.

That's about it.

North Beach

I'm just throwing it out there.

North Beach.

Didn't really think about it before. But there you go.
North Beach.

It was supposed to snow today.
It didn't.
It was exciting to imagine it for a while though.

Need to escape

Yes. We got outbid.

Back to the drawing board.

Friday

San Francisco real estate market is a mystery to me. At first there are no offers. Then you make your own offer, and another three is on the table.
Then the bidding war starts. And you loose out.

And it's another day of rain.

Timber Timbre - My favorite song right now

The best thing that's happened since the Summer of Love?

Whole Foods has opened at the very end of Haight Street, just across the road from the Golden Gate entry. The community thinks that this will add some much needed (???) respectability to the neighborhood. Others worry about added traffic congestion.
I don't know. "Clever" branding and hugely inflated prices?
Clever branding and hugely inflated prices will never change the fact that Haight Street is it's own special brand of community.
Slapping a peace sign on it won't work.

Parenting

- Mummy, why can't I have a treat in my lunch bag? Everybody gets treats every day, except for me.
- Everybody?
- It's true. Everybody. Every day.

I start going through the names on the class list. Turns out she's not sure if most of them get a treat or not. And if they do, it's hard to pinpoint the exact nature of the treat.

- So it's not everybody, then?
- Almost everybody.
- So far I can only count to two friends.
- So can I?
- No! I'm not giving you treats in your lunch bag every day. First of all, it's not healthy. Second of all - guess what: it's called treat for a reason. Do you see where I'm coming from?
- Yes. From the "you'll never gonna give me a treat ever again " place.

Limbo

In order to get my social security number, I have to show them my DMV records, to prove that I have not stated that I had one before. In order to get my DMV records, they ask for my social security number.
Well, they give me my records anyway, I just have to cue up at the DMV office on Fell Street for hours.
That's the fun part.

Overheard in line to the bathroom at Filmore, waiting for Cat Power

- It's, like, I could wear what you're wearing tonight. I could wear that. I could. I could. But I don't.


I can't see her for all the people in the line. I don't know what she's wearing or what she could have been wearing, or why she didn't, but I wish did 'cos it sounds fascinating. It did. But I couldn't.

Spring is in the air at Alta Plaza on a Thursday afternoon!