San Francisco Days
Pure Joy
Baseball is pure joy in my life. It is standing while the Boy is at practice, watching him play catch, or go through drills, seeing the look of pure happiness on his face. There is something zen about the act of ball flying to glove to glove to glove, muscles and memory taking over from […]
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Res Ipsa Loquitur*: Punk of the Week Speaks for Itself…. #2
*The thing speaks for itself: actions speak a whole lot about intent. Negligence or accident? Intent vs banana skin, and whose job was it anyway to pick that fucking thing up before some poor schmuck broke their neck on it! What does it really matter, apart from a small matter of decades I suppose in […]
MoreShoplifting And The City
I really liked Cynthia Nixon in Sex and the City. She was always impeccable, smooth, cutting, gorgeously turned out, and she has great hair. She dropped off my radar when SATC fizzled out. Apparently she is dipping her toe into NY state politics, which is all well and good, except she is clearly so buffered […]
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