Quarantine

Shame On Them

Loot

: woke too early, plug ears to drown ambient noise; listen to Neko Case while picking up my room; folding last week’s clean laundry; go to ACE Hardware and buy a screen, a wood pole; pick up two frames at the frame store for the Kit Kat project; then to Richmond Produce for salad making stuff; a yogurt container has an interesting recipe for a Mediterranean salad of yogurt, cucumbers, garlic and mint; sandalwood incense; watch Orphan Black; get Volcano curry; Monday Mornings before Mad Men; Joan is acting up, rambunctious; I crack my door open for her in case she wants to come in; the screen in the window fills the room with pleasant and cool air.

Record Store Day

: it’s Record Store Day; leave the house by 10:30 and head for the park; does everyone in this city jog and ride their bikes for sport?; a pack of three kids, “Hey! Excuse me. Hey!” I refuse to respond to ‘Hey!’; I forget that it’s 420; the park is filled with baggy t-shirts, red-eyed people, brownies, cookies, and snacks, smoking blunts, hitting bongs, playing drums; passing the crowd I come to young kids’ soccer games, their yuppie parents unsure of how to behave with all this going around; contact high; Amoeba is busy, the line snaking all along the wall, to the back, and towards the Blues section; I have a list and I begin hunting; get 3 records I was looking for, O+S, Patty Griffin, and Stereo Total; next year I’ll have to come early; waiting in line is close to pleasant; two guys behind me talk about Ghostface Killah and people 'sleeping' on certain records; reminds me of the Newbury Comics days, I like listening to them; I’m calm (contact high); in the Classical section I look for Haydn’s complete sonatas; I buy an Amoeba tote to hold my stuff; see what D.’s up to: “I’m officiating L.’s wedding. Want to come? I need someone to film.”; get a Kalbi sandwich from King Foot Sub and two Orange Mango juices; it’s a gorgeous day, warm and bright; D. wears a kilt; his new roommate J. is getting ready; we decide to take a cab, Homobile to Marshall Beach where the wedding will be; we sing “Ziggy Stardust”, “Enter Sandman”, and “Rhythm of the Night” as we cruise through the city looking for the entrance; she loves us; “I can’t believe you kids know these songs.”; we find L., his fiance W., and a few of their friends and find our way to the stairs that lead to the secluded beach; J. smokes a Newport, wears cowboy boots, and worries about falling into the brush; this is her first time at the cliffs; the water is cool, the sand warm, we make our way to a cluster of rocks; they open Pabst Blue Ribbon and roll joints; it’s nearing 4:30pm when the wedding begins; I use a Flip camera to record and W.’s friend R. takes photographs; J. marks their foreheads with silver makeup; D. reads a Rimbaud poem about humans, the Earth, and teats; the bridge stands like a tiara in the background; on the beach someone says, “I know you.”; it’s C.B. from UMass; he wears a cowboy hat; “I heard you were living in town,” he says; “The last time I saw you was at Truck. That was ages ago.”; I decide to walk home; a burrito at Gordo’s; first episode of The Americans.

Lift

What

Neko

: don’t know what to have for dinner; think about Subway but go to Turtle Tower; watch Chopped with P. and R.; the three of us watch TV, a program hosted by Neil deGrasse Tyson on the intelligence of animals; play with Joan, she’s rambunctious, curious, and full of energy.

Chocolat

: no breakfast food except for a blueberry cereal bar; get text message from R. about the Boston Marathon bombing; I get worried, wondering where on the marathon route it happened; I think about my mother, sister, and B.; Adam Johnson’s The Orphan Master’s Son won the Pulitzer Prize for literature; the bay is a mint green and dusty blue; the wind is enormous, debris in my eyes;  carrying bags; chicken, kale and mashed potato; Facebook is loaded with condolences and messages regarding the bombing; RuPaul’s Drag Race kicks off Detox.

Stinson

: wake up, feed Joan, N.B. calls, go on a road trip with him; adrive over the Golden Gate Bridge listening to his Spotify station for dubstep; Marin is lush, the buildings small and odd; reminds me of a Japanese seaside town; bicyclists make me nervous; the hills are gorgeous and the sea a luscious blue; smell in the air of fresh nature; think about Rise of the Continents; imaging the landscape and what it must have been like millions of years ago; but is it even the same place?; Stinson Beach: the sand is soft and cool; the wind is strong and cold; waves break in foamy sections like torn paper; driftwood, toddlers; walk south towards giant boulders and a secluded section of the beach; tire tracks and footprints; “Two footprints enter, one footprint leaves”; find a tidepool and search for animals; take his picture and Instagram it; drive further north towards Point Reyes; stop in Port Reyes Station, a small Western town of restaurants and artisan shops; go to Cafe Reyes for fire cooked pizza and oysters; at the Western Saloon we have a beer; there are pictures of Prince Charles and Camilla on top of the bar from their visit; they saved their glasses underneath an acrylic box in Crown Royale purple bags and topped with a party crown; drive back into the city; it’s great seeing the city from this viewpoint; greenery everywhere, reminds me of a 70s view of a modern city or driving into Seattle; laundry; watch Mad Men; scenes of characters cheating on their partners makes me anxious, that the other person will walk in on them and get angry; does Megan have cancer? She had weird moments of coughing last season, had a miscarriage, and is still “sick”; or is it nerves?; I wonder if her character will die before the end of the season.