Sunday, August 23, 2009
What a funny morning.
This morning I woke up to the smell of pulled pork sandwiches and corn on the cob. I opened my venetian blinds to be greeted by this sight:
The 1st Annual San Francisco Street Food Festival was literally happening right outside my front door! Suffice to say I was pretty stoked to eat some pulled pork and corn on the cob. So stoked in fact that I lounged around in my pjs reading comic books for a full 2 hours. I exited my front door a mere half hour before I had to be at work thinking that I would catch a quick bite before heading to the cheeseshop. I had never been more wrong in my life.
Not only were the lines 20 people deep for the individual vendors, but there was a META line stretching all the way around the block. One had to stand in the meta line for upwards of an hour before one could even choose a vendor line to stand in. Madness.
So, suffice to say I hoofed it away from that crazy scene as quick as I could. It took me 10 minutes just to get to the end of my block. I thought I would catch a quick chicken milanese at the corner taqueria, but that was overflowing with stragglers such as myself. Even good 'ol trusty El Metate had a line out the door. In my blind hunger and dwindling time frame I attempted to find the little walk-up window that serves eyeball tacos, but to no avail. Turning back on to Folsom Street I came within inches of ending a pigeon's life.
It was 3PM. I was scheduled to cut cheese at 3PM. So, tail between my legs, I stopped by El Faro (one letter away from Farto) for a shitty overpriced torta and that was that. I was later, fuller, and wiser then I had been at the start of the day.
The entire episode reminded me of the beginning of Buffalo 66 but with lunch in the stead of wizzing.
The 1st Annual San Francisco Street Food Festival was literally happening right outside my front door! Suffice to say I was pretty stoked to eat some pulled pork and corn on the cob. So stoked in fact that I lounged around in my pjs reading comic books for a full 2 hours. I exited my front door a mere half hour before I had to be at work thinking that I would catch a quick bite before heading to the cheeseshop. I had never been more wrong in my life.
Not only were the lines 20 people deep for the individual vendors, but there was a META line stretching all the way around the block. One had to stand in the meta line for upwards of an hour before one could even choose a vendor line to stand in. Madness.
So, suffice to say I hoofed it away from that crazy scene as quick as I could. It took me 10 minutes just to get to the end of my block. I thought I would catch a quick chicken milanese at the corner taqueria, but that was overflowing with stragglers such as myself. Even good 'ol trusty El Metate had a line out the door. In my blind hunger and dwindling time frame I attempted to find the little walk-up window that serves eyeball tacos, but to no avail. Turning back on to Folsom Street I came within inches of ending a pigeon's life.
It was 3PM. I was scheduled to cut cheese at 3PM. So, tail between my legs, I stopped by El Faro (one letter away from Farto) for a shitty overpriced torta and that was that. I was later, fuller, and wiser then I had been at the start of the day.
The entire episode reminded me of the beginning of Buffalo 66 but with lunch in the stead of wizzing.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
What We Know.
We know the Earth is round, and that the Sun rises in the morning.
We know that strawberries taste good, that blueberries taste good, that all sorts of berries taste good.
We know that where we are is exactly where we should be, even though we fight it sometimes with all of our might.
We know Germany lost.
We know what happens when we add 2 to 4, 6 to 8, and divide 12 by it's square root.
We know (secretly) that there is one thing about us that is more beautiful then anything else in this world, even though we hide it most (all) of the time.
We know there is a giant island of trash in the middle of the Pacific Ocean that is twice the size of Texas, but no one seems to be doing anything about it.
We know what our home looks like from outer space.
We know cigarettes are bad for our health.
We know things will get worse before they get better.
We know our favorite color, our favorite item of clothing, and our favorite food (but we are still uncertain about our favorite song).
We know that love is real, and that it is fleeting, and that the only way it will ever really exist for most of us is in the hallways of memory, where things never turned out the way we expected, and which will always, always be better then the present moment.
We know that all of this is a lie.
What we don't know is this:
What to say.
What to do.
What happens next.
We know the Earth is round,
and that the Sun rises in the morning.
We know that strawberries taste good, that blueberries taste good, that all sorts of berries taste good.
We know that where we are is exactly where we should be, even though we fight it sometimes with all of our might.
We know Germany lost.
We know what happens when we add 2 to 4, 6 to 8, and divide 12 by it's square root.
We know (secretly) that there is one thing about us that is more beautiful then anything else in this world, even though we hide it most (all) of the time.
We know there is a giant island of trash in the middle of the Pacific Ocean that is twice the size of Texas, but no one seems to be doing anything about it.
We know what our home looks like from outer space.
We know cigarettes are bad for our health.
We know things will get worse before they get better.
We know our favorite color, our favorite item of clothing, and our favorite food (but we are still uncertain about our favorite song).
We know that love is real, and that it is fleeting, and that the only way it will ever really exist for most of us is in the hallways of memory, where things never turned out the way we expected, and which will always, always be better then the present moment.
We know that all of this is a lie.
What we don't know is this:
What to say.
What to do.
What happens next.
We know the Earth is round,
and that the Sun rises in the morning.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
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