san_francisco j_blue oh, you make me feel mighty real. san francisco a saint you make me feel mighty real. 000922 ... j_blue its your first night out your not sure what your about, but tonight, something's going down. castro street on a saturday night, it was out of site, mcarthur park melting in the background. 001108 ... j_blue *im such a poseur* 001108 ... moonshine Down to the red brick house I go. 001109 ... tazfab Got the blues from my baby Left me by the San Francisco Bay. This big ocean liner took her so far away. Didn't mean to treat her so bad She was the best girl I ever have had. She said good-bye, and she made me cry I'm gonna lay right down and die. Well, I ain't got a nickel and I ain't got a lousy dime. If she don't come back I think I'm gonna lose my mind. If she ever comes back to stay, Well, that'll be another brand new day, Walking with my baby down by the San Francisco Bay. Sittin' in my back door Wondering which way to go That woman I'm so crazy about She don't love me no more. Lord, I think I'll grab a freight train Because I'm feeling blue, Ride all the way to the end of the line Thinking only about you. Well, meanwhile in another city Just about to go insane Thought I heard my baby The way she used called my name. If she ever comin' back to stay Well, that'll be another brand new day Walking with my baby down by the San Francisco Bay (I really mean it!) Oh, walking with my baby down by the San Francisco Bay, whew! --san francisco bay blues janis joplin 001215 ... tourist On the South side of the bay between the ocean and the bridge there was a path that ran along the steep edge there. As I was walking along I came upon an old fence post standing beside the trail by itself. It was covered with objects nailed tied, or jammed into the cracks in its surface, keys, bus tokens, earrings, calling cards, all sorts of signs of humans passing, pausing, leaving a marker. I reached into my wallet and withdrew an elementary school lunch token that I had found months earlier while walking around Bar Harbor Maine. I had felt drawn to pick it up then, and I felt drawn now to place it here on the other side of the continent. And so I wedged this orange round object into a crack took time to see and feel this moment,then continued on toward Golden Gate park. Blather reminds me of this sometimes. Seeing the signs that others have left, leaving things yourself, sometimes things that you picked up without realising why. 001215 ... god THAT'S THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING I HAVE EVER HEARD. 001215 ... enriquecito this is the real deal, man. you know, something happened in san fran that upset me, possibly because the place was so beautiful that i thought nothing could go wrong there. i lay in golden gate park on tall grass, an arm's reach from my friend jeff. just watching the sky go by through the tops of the stately redwoods, minding our own business, keeping our hands and thoughts to ourselves. many people strolled by that afternoon and paid us no notice. and then, a young boy of about six and his father walked by. the kid said "daddy, look at those faggots lying there in the grass. that's nasty, daddy. I hope one of those big old trees falls down and smashes both of them to death." his father, holding his son's hand, calmly replied, "I hope so too, son. I hope so too." who wouldn't have been speechless? 010608 ... nocturnal that didn't really happen...did it? I find that very hard to believe. 010608 ... sim I fell horribly in love with someone who lived in SF. (This was back in the days when I wore little miniskirts and black-and-white striped thigh highs, big soled bumptoe maryjane shoes, you name it. I was quite the club kid for a good 6 months or so.) We met in a hurricane, and midtown was flooded; we sat in the Stein Club, water up to our ankles, in the middle of a blackout, drinking pints of warm beer. Someone had brought a boombox, and we listened to old cassettes of the Beastie Boys. He was the flashiest person I'd ever met, in town just for the weekend. I'd get romantic phone calls late at night from SF, or Tokyo, or Berlin, or Paris, or wherever the companies sent him. I flew to SF whenever I could swing the cash. We never had one of those flame-out breakups, it was just one of those things. A twist of fate gave him a sudden chance with a girl he'd loved since childhood, who was newly-single. How could I deny him that? Long story short, she didn't return the affection, but by the time he knew for sure I had already moved on. I got a lot of late-night contrition calls over that one, let me tell you. I think he still regrets. It's just so Aesop, mannnn. 010608 ... mad bird perched on the bow of tth harbor ferry me and my lesbian "girlfriend" summer 1995 we had a good time, but i guess i took a little of the edge off of her fun because in spite of my past experiences and the circle of friends/accomplices who saw me through my coming of age, i was still trying to clear away the last vestiges of the homophobia that wa part and parcel of the surroundings i grew up in. I was nervous and uptight through the party some strangers from the castro invited us to later that night after we had crossed through the staging area to the big Pride parade. we went to the museum, we causght a bit of the parade and when i finally got high enough to be social (doesn't matter if the crowd is gay or straight, in person i am one shy bitch until you get me buzzed) we danced with everyone until almost dawn the next day we went out to a store in the haight and found some cool boots, she got a cool pair of green Docs and i got a pair of NaNa pole-climbers that came all the way up to my knees which i kept and wore until last summer when i could no longer bear the huge cracks in the leather or the cobbler's nail protruding through the insole into my heel A year later, she took a job back east and we left each other on good terms just a few weeks after i acquired the roommates from hell and just before the long distressing chapter heretofore known as Samantha 010608 ... enriquecito yep, nocturnal, it sure did. I didn't think you were allowed to say those things in sf, but it is america, after all... 010608 ... Dafremen See also: San Fransisco (sic) 010608 ... Dafremen Oops.. San_Fransisco (sic) There! 010608 ... Special K Turned out ok, all things considered... 010622 ... SonyaKitty They call it The City with its skyline, radiant bridge, and quaint Victorian homes. When I think of the City the museums come to mind, and also the numerous restaurants. Not the evil franchise restaurants but the family owned ones that come from different cultures one might not know existed. You can go to the piers and stand there and look out into the bay and get lost in it. You can go to the beach and see the ocean's lulling waves...another gift from mother nature. The music is beyond comprehension. Every form of any kind of note playable is here in the City within clubs and concert halls, cafes and restaurants and even on the streets. Let's hope these things never leave the City where all are welcome. 011010 ... daxle some sat on the wall some stood behind it I hugged the pay binoculars I thought "this is what college was always supposed to be like" but even in my happiest moments, there's a piece of me missing he won't give it back 011011 ... Dis Is shaping up to be the best thing the Feds ever paid for. Yahoo! 011011 ... jane i fell in love there...my love and i sat on the beach and smoked cigarettes until it got too cold...all good things must come to an end...but i will never forget that beautiful day.. it's the vibe, man. the vibe. 011028 ... silentbob Choking on the thought of leaving Drinking to keep from sobbing 4pm, 4 dollar pints - SFO - the time and price With all my happiness aborted The PA painfully starts boarding I sink deep, 30 thousand feet Into my window seat, electric chair And I was drinking you goodbye A heart floats in the bay From sour home Chicago I hear it beating far away There's no telling what I'll do If I don't return to you Hopeful thoughts of soon returning can't put out my stomach burning Plastic wings and plastic smiles Unsalted peanuts stretch my miles Choking on the thought of leaving Drinking to keep from heaving 5pm, 5 dollar pints - Hellbound Airlines - time and price And I was drinking you goodbye A heart floats in the bay From sour home Chicago I hear it beating far away There's no telling what I'll do If I don't return to you I was drinking you goodbye A heart floats in the bay From sour home Chicago I hear it beating far away There's no telling what I'll do If I don't return to you 011028 ... dionysos I took a cable car to work tonight. The view from the top of the hill is always incredible... the bay bridge, California street down to the ferry building, the pyramid... I get off on Jackson and walk through Chinatown to North Beach. The streets are full of delivery trucks and buses and shoppers, so I take to the alleys. The fortune cookie factory on Ross Alley is still open, so I stop in to taste the rejects. Jack Kerouac Alley takes me to Columbus, which I cross without protection of color-coded lights or crosswalks. Adler Place houses Specs', my pre-work refuge. Dancer pours me a Fernet, and I try to muster up the energy for another saturday night. As far as commutes go, I have no complaints. 020317 ... daxle we took the N metro to SFMOMA yesterday and stopped on 9th on the way home. waiting for it to come so we could go home i got quite chilled. my legs were tired, my mind was tired. i don't like taking public trans because i always seem to end up with moments where i feel stranded and i can't go where i want, when i want. we've been here a month now. my plants think it's winter and they're struggling. i'm struggling myself. 020904 ... werewolf i'm part of the tour 020905 ... gay gizmo freedom to be. theres a plec here for everyone. no matter your age, looks, gender or lack thereof, creed, race....its all here. I'm in heaven and its a total melting pot 021029 ... werewolf is a city that wasn't planned but happened. dead ends, one way lanes, oh and the ever so tortuous ability to see where you need to be but be seperated from it by the beauracracy of concrete, painted arrows and other cars. 021029 ... never NO LEFT TURNS 021029 ... Destination? you were just a distant dream to me, a place felt but never seen. You became a road trip stop while exploring your higher educational benefits, it was love at first sight. I lost myself in your eyes your heart beat became mine, the gas lamp seemed so mundane compared to the pumping of your veins. You became my home, my shelter, my mind. I walked through you in amazement of your beauty, you are no longer a stop on the map of my existance now my feet mold into your cement pathways as life ceases to stop, it is born and explored enveloping my own and allowing it to grow with every footprint left upon your softened sand and beaten hills. I feel safe within you, my eyes open wider my mind moves in incongruent ways along the perimeter of possiblities you hold inside, I am alive. 021030 ... when darkness falls the best city in the world... maybe... it's so special, so different, so new, yet so quaintly charming, i don't know why i didn't move there when i could... i regret it... 031007 ... jane more than i ever thought it could be with a gem of an element living within i don't go out into the city i stay in the city of his bed & his arms & sometimes go out on the stairs to have a cigarette where the breeze blows cold but you can see the city on a nice day & sometimes painting happens right where you least expect it so what i'm saying is i miss it 031007 ... white_wave some spelling errors create good things. like a chance to blathe on another page about one of my favorite cities, and how I miss my sister. 040222 ... white_wave i do believe i left my heart there. my heart felt something so different there when i was younger. it was all about how many cool stores could I run through in the least amount of time while still having some money left in my wallet. but now I have my own bills to pay. i only windowshop. i like to drive through the streets and capture the feeling that these people take for granted. when you've lived in small towns your whole life, it's glamourous. i know there is suffering behind the glamour, but my eyes can't help but be hypnotized because it's so DIFFERENT. i'm glad my sister will probably live there for many years, because I have an excuse to go. But when it gets too intense, I can escape the city and hide in own personal San Francisco that lives in mind. It's like I hear a song and it takes me there. And I'm wearing flowers in my hair. 040222 ... my name it means nothin I wasn't aware that I loved it until I went there last week. Used to lived there...later moved across the bay, and last week I went downtown and I realized it was a real city. Full of crazy people, and all mixed up, and sooty, with real buildings of beauty, and most other things citylike. I do love city's, with their wide streets...a small city is nice, but a place like San Francisco is old in a way...the idea of downtown is old in a way...It's a nice place. The next city for me to rediscover is New York...all these places I've been to but haven't see enough to love and not take forgranted. 051104 ... diana_smoburner I got sober in SF My mom died while I was in SF I found my guy in SF [but I had to import him] I'm ready to leave now 051105 ... me the greatest place on earth 060816 ... no reason i'd really like to see it but i think there may not be enough time this time but then again i don't know if there will be a next time 080204 ... ever dumbening ooh ooh, come visit for no reason, no reason. 080204 ... no reason i wish...but it's farther than i thought :( someday, somehow. 080205 ... jane i'll come out to say hello if you do 080206 ... thieums I've been once to San Francisco I was looking for a Mac Do' --- But all I could find --- Was a Chinese food stand They didn't even do burritos. 090211 ... burden a place that prides itself so much on its progressive bent is frighteningly ravenous downward mobility is chic when you're only moonlighting I want to throw every last fixie into the sky and watch them all float away, and take the beautiful girls with expensive haircuts and stupid hats in lieu of helmets and goateed boys in possession of same and throw them into the sky as well, never to remind me again of just how unhappy I am I want to feel things again: passion, a full belly, a soft cheek, hope, snowflakes, community, love, worth 090705 ... Ouroboros very soon! 090706 ... In_Bloom At least every three months I'd have wilted long ago without those nibbles of home 090706 ... leahcar Feels like home. 120827 ... jane makes me sick. 120903 ... why too_much_partying ? 120903 ... jane grief. anxiety. panic. chaos. 120910 ... xorf Seems so far away now. We used to gripe at the city people for never coming to see us, now it's the other way around. One by two by three, they all migrate to the other side. Next thing you know they've got chickens, kids, and a car. 120911 ... moving Sexy_people 150218 ... leahcar The migration continues... across the bridge... the city feels lonely. Come home and help us revive the bones of this screaming city. 191118 ... unhinged nobody that wants to can afford to help you 191119 ... age still_beautiful 191129 ... 5g do virus transfer through poop? 200303 what's it to you? who go blather from