Foosball

The 33

CCA Night

Breakfast, Lunch, Chicken Teriyaki

Wolf's

: older, long-gray-haired guy yells at a 71L bus for not stopping at a non-limited stop, “Hey! Hey!!” pounding the metal side; Whole Foods salad bar shows no sign of shortages, outages. Craving chicken and beets. Eat on the grass in the shade of the Metro PCS billboard; one of the hottest days; wander to Trader Joe’s and BB&B for a vegetable peeler. Utensils these days are swollen and heavy. Crowded store, everyone behaves like they’re the only ones there. Myself included. I put back the packages of lowly salted almonds and organic dried cranberries. Single guys don’t push carts, they carry baskets or nothing at all; Now, how the hell am I going to get home?; walk towards Market, lady in short shorts and white halter, “Excuse me, can you do me a small favor?”, pass a street littered in debris, smells like urine, comparing Tokyo to San Francisco; catch the 6, “I just didn’t have the mind for Folsom this year… nakedness throughout the city, it was great… “, the bus is depressing, girl reads handwritten notes from a journal some of which are highlighted, a young and hobbit-like couple fawn over each other, we pass boarded shops in congested street traffic; a bottle of Yellowtail Cabernet, microwave dinner like a grandmama on Hoarders; Dexter and Desperate Housewives. R. and I chat in her room over wine before pouring into our beds.

Dario

: it’s early but that’s OK. I slept too much yesterday. Take a shower and avoid shaving. Not interested in my clothes; N Judah to Embarcadero, I like his golden knees and I like his orange shirt and thick wrists, corded; Rockridge outdoor festivities always competes with Folsom Street Fair; E. meets me at Hudson Bay with Dario; we walk him around the block before going back to Manila and seeing Nagamuko; drive to her new apartment building, a 4 unit, old-fashioned, reminds me of Nana Libra and Nonni’s place in Saxonville; brass and crystal fixtures, a lever that pulls and closes the downstairs door, mirrors and prints left behind, an iron shadow in the hardwood floor, scattered ventilation masks and tea cans, armoires, plastic wicker patio furniture, an empty bottle Smirnoff left on the porch stairs; we leave Dario in the car while we go to Rudy’s; Pixar tore up the secret garden in favor of an office building that looks like Sylvan; Pancakes Deuces Wild, coffee, side of bacon; pulling boxes from the pantry top shelf, sticking to the paint. “How did I ever get these up here?”; “He’s a tomcat, a mouser."; S. and S. are in the backyard, sipping Scotch; she cuts his hair with clippers, we talk Mercedes MacCambridge, Johnny Guitar; Scotch and homemade cookies; Polaroids and old photographs. We were babies; On the way to San Leando BART, “I’ve been listening to that remix: they be rapin’ evry’body up in here. Hideja kids, hideja wife”; Sun in my eyes; Man, red-faced and a red sweatshirt wearing nothing else; Safeway for coffee, yogurt, cereal and other supplies; Walking up Haight run into J. and his boyfriend J.; How do we not have a vegetable peeler?; Tuna sandwich, Project Runway and Top Chef: Just Desserts.

Takahashi Building

Red & Gold

: AIDA on the jumbotron at AT&T Park, spread on blankets with 7-Layer dip, $20 Scotch, plastic cups of red wine; smoking outside the gates; the moon rises like a bomb going off, orange and bulbous; drinking beer in the car ride home, some kind of Kona blend.

Yellow Car, Yellow Bear

Corner of 15th & Kansas.

Wednesday Farmers' Market

Market & Noe

: sunny from Haight through 16th; oatmeal with brown sugar and crushed pecans; setting up log-ins, passwords, access. "I'm going to Thailand for Christmas."; learning new platforms; pad thai; birthday cake with chocolate pudding; lost his bike helmet; walk home into the sunlight. Strangers' figures and faces are blown out; Farmers' Market patrons; creeped by false flirtation, like birds of a scarecrow; washing dishes to Fleetwood Mac, "Little Lies" and "Gypsy"; rice, smoked salmon from a pouch and sliced tomato; First episode, Season 2 of Glee makes me very happy and I want to see more, wished they played out the "Telephone"-off; The Event which tweaked my interest but it's possible it could go the way of FlashForward or V.

Where's My F'n' Hover Car?

Where 8th Meets 16th

: early morning darkness; fog horn is a snoring giant; Jonathan Franzen's Freedom; sesame bagel with hummus and tomato, California breakfast; porch-steps to a screen door office; my picture taken next to a mannequin; we talk as he smokes Benson & Hedges; dogs in Ohio; lunch at JB's, tuna sandwich, cranberry juice and a bag of Lay's; take the 10 towards downtown; can hear Coldplay: "Yellow" from someone's earbuds; where to rest my eyes? Knees seem like an OK spot in-between maudlin (feet) and perverse (crotch) but not creepy (face); tuxedo fitting by boy in a bright blue shirt, ignore his dandruff; Mondays are a "bloodfest"; yogurt and granola then Lean Cuisine Chicken Parmigiana for dinner, nuke the living daylights out of it; outside the night air is window and the trees are loud; police lights on the edge of the park, a figure dances in the searchlights and more scan the bushes and lawn.

Haight, Sunday Morning

Just down the block.