Monday, May 1st 2006
Leaving The City, Taking The Memories
My last two days in San Francisco were nothing short of perfect. I had the opportunity to meet a friend of Kevin’s named Doug and his loving, shiny, bright-eyed Lab, Sophie. Sophie accompanied us to Dolores Park and interrupted us when we were comparing run-on sentences and swapping adjectives. On a scale of 1-10 for hotness, Doug is an 11. I enjoyed meeting another writer, we looked at each other’s work like chefs checking out each others’ recipes. Looks and brains, score!
Doug’s house was like a small museum of media. On the wall of his dining room were racks of CDs ranging from Alternative Rock to old school House jams to classical collections. Across from the musical amalgamation stood another wide wooden rack of cassettes. I had not seen a cassette tape in a while and was strangely comforted, like I had ventured to the attic and discovered my old stuffed animals. Further down the hall stood pillars of tapes and piles of articles and paper of various sizes. He explained that eventually all of this, waving his arms in a circular motion, will be in that, pointing firmly to his G5. I suggested that he hire somebody for such a Herculean task, but being the proud artist he is, he explained that they would never know what to put in and what to leave out. I knew exactly how he felt and returned to reading an article he had written detailing his experience on being a gay athlete.
This post would have been up on Saturday, but instead of telling you about it I was doing it and loving every minute. Now I am on the road keeping an eye out for good coffee and random RJ45 ports. Updates may be scarce. In the meantime, enjoy these lovely… photos.
My friend Kevin, who was gracious enough to let me invade his space for a week.
My friend Sarah, who is brave enough to share my drive cross country in Milo for a week.
