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.

Last night I returned to the scene of the media trauma that is American Idol. Not because I am a masochist, but because Kevin was going to attend by himself so I accompanied him. That's how good of a friend I can be. Thinking the show would be an hour again I was all too pleased to learn that the assault on my senses would last a mere 30 minutes. It was then off to Moby's for a night cap on draft.


My chanting paid off and I saw Oliver at the intersection this morning after breakfast. There were no whistles, fireworks or choral arrangements; just the two of us talking in front of a pay toilet. I felt good that I accomplished what I hadn't the day before.

It was really warm today and my reptilian senses were in full effect. Everybody seemed so happy with such strong sunlight basking the city today. I felt charged. I returned from the gym invigorated and confident. So confident that I decided to venture out with my camera and seek adventure. I didn't get very far for two reasons. One, there is virtually no battery life on this guy. I spent about 10 minutes on the stoop outside Kevin's back door getting this "Hello" shot, and getting a shot of the zig zags I had done yesterday. By then the menacing battery icon was back to taunt me. I had to go in and recharge. The second reason that I did not make it very far is very closely tied in with reason one. When my new favorite song "Spellbound" by Sherrie Lea came on over the iPod I had an idea that I think everybody is going to enjoy. I imagine BoyWonder will be especially happy with my effort. He didn't even have to hassle me. It's like extra credit! Unfortunately, you will have to wait until next week to see the product of my inspiration. Even more reason to stop by.