Yesterday was the best San Francisco day I've had in a long time. Started off kinda shitty, me hungover getting my teeth cleaned at the dentist. I wandered around the panhandle flats area, caught the 21 down to the fillmore, where everyone had to get off the bus because of the anti-war protestors.
Just looking down hayes street from alamo square was amazing, the street was asscheek-to-asscheek with protestors as far as the eye could see. I ended up walking down fillmore, which was just one street over from the actual protest route. Walking parallel with the protestors, I felt like I was having a lower-key anti-war protest of my own.
I watched the protestors for a while...it's a weird thing. I have a hard time believing that walking down the street with a big sign that says "drop bush not bombs" is going to have even the slightest impact on our happy-fun war situation, but I understand that people feel the need to take some sort of <i>action</i>, to just do something, however symbolic it might be. But how many of the protestors feel passionately about it? It's easy to say "yeah, I don't want people to die". Are there anti-war protest scenesters? If so, do they frown on the drum circles? I know at least one guy who claims anti-war protests are a great way to meet chicks (you know who you are). I'm sure there's lots of people there who feel like they're doing the right thing, but from where I was standing it looked like a lot of people were just going through the motions.
My head spinning from all the sociopolitical navel-gazing, I collected myself at a funky little indian place, ate lots of chicken curry, lots of nan. naan. whatever. Bussed from the fillmore over to clement, did some more wandering, went into a couple of those "we got everything!" stores, considered buying some buddhas. Walked home satisfied that I had soaked up a sufficient amount of SF flavor.
Bought some really excellent pot later on. If there's one thing you can count on in SF, it's quality weed.
Been listening to lots and lots of Ladytron lately. I like it. But after picking up some Adult, Fischerspooner, Miss Kittin & the Hacker, and just putting all of it on random, the lines begin to blur, it all starts to sound the same. Not sure how much longer electroclash will hold my attention.
Just looking down hayes street from alamo square was amazing, the street was asscheek-to-asscheek with protestors as far as the eye could see. I ended up walking down fillmore, which was just one street over from the actual protest route. Walking parallel with the protestors, I felt like I was having a lower-key anti-war protest of my own.
I watched the protestors for a while...it's a weird thing. I have a hard time believing that walking down the street with a big sign that says "drop bush not bombs" is going to have even the slightest impact on our happy-fun war situation, but I understand that people feel the need to take some sort of <i>action</i>, to just do something, however symbolic it might be. But how many of the protestors feel passionately about it? It's easy to say "yeah, I don't want people to die". Are there anti-war protest scenesters? If so, do they frown on the drum circles? I know at least one guy who claims anti-war protests are a great way to meet chicks (you know who you are). I'm sure there's lots of people there who feel like they're doing the right thing, but from where I was standing it looked like a lot of people were just going through the motions.
My head spinning from all the sociopolitical navel-gazing, I collected myself at a funky little indian place, ate lots of chicken curry, lots of nan. naan. whatever. Bussed from the fillmore over to clement, did some more wandering, went into a couple of those "we got everything!" stores, considered buying some buddhas. Walked home satisfied that I had soaked up a sufficient amount of SF flavor.
Bought some really excellent pot later on. If there's one thing you can count on in SF, it's quality weed.
Been listening to lots and lots of Ladytron lately. I like it. But after picking up some Adult, Fischerspooner, Miss Kittin & the Hacker, and just putting all of it on random, the lines begin to blur, it all starts to sound the same. Not sure how much longer electroclash will hold my attention.
We went directly to the young adult section because she says it's more fun. She wandered around, confused, for a few minutes, bit her lip, then frustrated, gave up.
So we talked about what she wanted. I asked a salesperson for help. We picked out some things. She tried them on, but didn't come out of the dressing room to show me.
But at the Gap she did. I mentioned something about supporting sweatshops and she gave me a cross look. Then I admitted to the hypocrisy - I work for a company that's just as guilty.
She tried on pants on her mother's behalf. She thought she was way bigger than she actually is. While she tried on pants I scoured the floor for the right sizes and cuts. Then she came out and we talked. It was great.
All the other men were perched in chairs staring idly around, ignoring their wives and girlfriends who were busy shopping by themselves. What fun is that? I'd take doing something crappy with the girl I like over doing nothing by myself.
Hah. I forgot what this had to do with your day.
OH! And I wanted to let you know that while I was in the SuperShuttle on my way to the airport, I saw you walking along Fillmore. I wanted to yell out but I couldn't because the windows didn't roll down.
I'm glad that you had a good time yesterday.