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.

Easter Sunday

Maple Leaf

Spark

Contemporary Jewish Museum

Low Red Vinyl

Full Moon

Japantown

8.49

Free Makeover

Protest

Bakery