In awkward places

This weekend was a consciously active one for me, in the interest of being social, and artistic, and doing fun stuff. Last night I went to WAM's I<3SF Visual Treasure Hunt after-party. I had tried to round up a few people, but no one could make it, and I was kinda excited about being forced...

Say it again, a little bit quieter and a little bit milder

Well, today marks the end of the I ❤ SF contest. And, who wouldda guessed it, I got sick. The only photos I took were shot half-heartedly at best, while I either had a fever, a deep desire to be in bed, or a hacking cough. Huzzah. I'm entering them anyway. And I did get...

Torn between two sides

I'm so excited! Tonight marks the beginning of WAM's I ❤ SF Visual Treasure Hunt! They seem like a new(ish) group with a very sketchy (in the 'bare bones' meaning of the word, mostly) .org website, but I think this is an awesome idea. I can't wait to get out there and start shooting purposefully....

In a Columbarium, 5 miles and a world away from San Francisco

Last November I spent some time (okay, fine, 4 completely absorbed hours, and I need to go back again) in the San Francisco Columbarium, in the interest of research for my NaNoWriMo book, but also because I’m a ghoul and I love that shit. Today I decided to wander the Oakland Columbarium, in part because...

In a shady neighborhood

I live in a neighborhood that has, by all appearances, been steadily improving for the last big handful of years. There's a higher concentration of families and baby strollers, equally matched by happy artsy hipsters riding their bikes to the farmer's market up the street. I've been here for the past few years, but I...

Out on a photo walk

I still remember most of the lessons my dad and my first photography teacher drilled into me. Rule of thirds, golden hour, fill the frame... and most importantly, COMPOSE! Don't just snap. This was from back in the good ol' days of expensive film and hours spent crouched over in the darkroom. After the advent...

An Oaklandish response to SFist

What's Your Excuse for not visiting your pals in Oakland? - I have no car. Dang. Too bad public transit is disdained by all other cities of the world. I don't blame them; the urine smells on Muni can get something fierce. But I mean, if there was a ferry, rail, or bus to get...

In a lonely graveyard

I was walking through Mountain View cemetery yesterday, wishing there was some kind of camera that I could use to take a snapshot of a sound. Oh. Wait. I guess a voice recorder does that. Okay, I wish that I had quick and easy access to it, like the phone on my camera. Oh. Wait....

Staring at a blue screen

Good lord, I'm tired. Leaving work at 3 today helped, but I've just got a backlog of exhaustion stored up. I've been working weekends, 12-hour days, all while chasing after, in a writerly fashion, the almighty buck. It's glorious to be paid to write. It's also bloody awful. Last night I collapsed on my bed...

All over the place

I keep forgetting to twitter. I've got a wee backlog of tweets, actually. So instead they're going to become a weird, disjointed blog post. Today was a rainy, miserable day at Pier 39. I LOVED it! It has been determined that my happiness has an inverse exponential relationship to the happiness of tourists. Soggy, plastic-bag...