Monday, February 25, 2013
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Yesterday, I found myself at a shopping mall food court, eating chicken cutlet from Sbarro, while Muzak versions of Bach and Dave Brubeck played on the sound system. The nice ladies at Sbarro couldn't fathom why I didn't want pasta. It was a really strange day.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
The song is called Love To Get Used. Matt Pond is my favorite singer-song writer. He has toiled in indie oblivion for many years. I was SHOCKED to hear his voice coming over the muzak system at Whole Foods tonight. Honestly didn't know what to do. So I recorded 60 seconds of it.
- S. S.
Friday, February 22, 2013
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Matt always waits for old people to sit down before he starts the bus. He announces the stops in English, Chinese and Spanish. He pronounces "Pacheco" correctly. The automated MUNI announcement doesn't, and this drives me crazy, because Pacheco is one of my family's surnames. Matt rules.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Perfect for this bleak corner of SF: a plastic bag not flowing free in the wind, but trapped around a television antenna, atop some strange, storefront church, struggling to break free. Plastic bags, btw, are now illegal in SF.
Monday, February 18, 2013
Sunday, February 17, 2013
After a family birthday party in Queens, we dropped off my mom at her place in the city. As we continued homeward, our 11yo was listening to some new favorite music and I was stoked to shoot a clip of one of my favorite NJ things: coming out of the tunnel and seeing the Manhattan skyline at night.
- Shirley S.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
I send a ridiculous amount of my time waiting for buses. I hate it. I really do. This chorus of birdsong made it a bit easier to stomach, today. Too bad the bus that came and made a racket wasn't mine. BTW, this is the same spot where the bird shit all over me a few weeks back.
Friday, February 15, 2013
I don't go to Chipotle's often, but the people are nice and always remember me.
I felt bad, today, because I didn't have cash, and they don't allow customers to charge a tip to an ATM card. I told the cashier I felt bad about that, and that I'd drop in next week and leave a few bucks in the jar. He said, "Don't sweat it - you're a friend."
Thursday, February 14, 2013
This is the closest I can get to home-style cafe con leche outside of my kitchen. A double shot of espresso, topped up with French roast, and a shot of Half-and-Half. I love the women at my coffee spot. They get my espresso going as soon as they see me coming, and they let me pay later,w hen I don't have any cash.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Monday, February 11, 2013
Friday, February 8, 2013
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
The building which houses my favorite coffee and brunch spot in SF has a beautiful WPA mural. I have coffee at this place just about once a week, but I never get tired of looking at the mural, or the wonderful mosaic tiling.
Monday, February 4, 2013
Wishbone shaped branch has been hanging and rocking since the "Halloween" storm of 2011. Hurricane Sandy had nothing on this sucker. Landlord can't deal. I hope no one is underneath when it brings the branch it's killing (softly) down.