Friday, August 29, 2008

London calling...

My company has a creative office in London. The sister office to the one I work in here, in San Francisco.

I'm thinking of inquiring into what it might take to transfer there...

Because...

Yep...

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If the American people fall for this, I just can't take it anymore.

I realize that I, and my fellow San Franciscans, are in the minority. Because I grew up in Michigan, one of the most interesting states in the nation in our times. If you want to get a sense of America and its problems, make a trip to Michigan. You'll find it all.

The ancien regime is dying there, under the weight of the past half-century's misfortunes, mishandlings, and misleaders. The American auto industry is breathing its last, and in the staunchly blue regions of what was once America's greatest industrial state, where the American dream reached its loftiest heights, Democrats are wandering, dazed and confused. And tense, because the only thing holding them together all these years was that industrial way of life: people of all different races, religions, and backgrounds. Regional cooperation otherwise is unknown to them.

And outside the manufacturing centers of Detroit, Dearborn, Flint... The counties glow as red as they do in the bible belt, fueling deep divisions in state legislation.

Michigan is starving for a new path, for an economic boost, for jobs, for young people... And it's been that way for a while now.

When I moved to the Bay Area, being a tried and true Ann Arbor liberal, proud of my days as a rally-girl for the Defend Affirmative Action Party in the 90s, when white red-county students were suing my beloved University of Michigan all the way to the Supreme Court for admitting black blue-county students ahead of them, I found that my politics were the same as most San Franciscans (maybe a little more to the left, even).

But I knew, and I know now, the rest of America is a much stickier, selfish place.

Okay -- let's just call it "more complicated."

And I've been on the Yelp talk threads all morning listening to educated, bleeding San Franciscan hearts saying things like...

"HELLO PRESIDENT OBAMA! He must be laughing right now, McCain is INSANE, he just cost himself the race."

And...

"McCain's camp is thinking that they will hold onto the soccer moms by picking a female running mate. I think he's 'misunderestimating' the fact that he may [come] off as superficial and misogynistic to the public..."

And...

"I'm listening to NPR right now, and they're being all cheeky about Sarah Palin. I love it."

McCain, insane? Yes, yes he is. This entire thing insane? Absolutely. A complete political ploy that insults the intelligence of thinking Americans everywhere? Um, YEAH.

But, Bay Area residents --

WAKE THE FXXX UP.

You do not represent the will and mindset of the American people.

Do you realize how the rest of the country sees YOU? They still think SUSHI IS GROSS. THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT "MISOGYNISTIC" MEANS!

OF COURSE THEY CAN FALL FOR THIS SHIT.

And, they don't listen to NPR, either.

I happened to get this news about Sarah Beauty Queen this morning just as I stepped off a redeye to Detroit, and sat down for breakfast in a diner with my mother. The TV was tuned to Fox News and every eye was glued to it.

Even though I'm in a blue state. Or what WAS a blue state. Jesus.

When I get back to San Francisco, the first thing I'm doing is volunteering for Obama's campaign. And I'm calling on every other Bay Area Democrat, liberal -- whoever believes in the big O -- to do the same.

This election is NOT OURS TO LOSE. We are the minority. We are the revolutionaries, in our tiny little radical city where gay marriage is legal and recycling is mandatory. Change comes through STRUGGLE. It will be hard won.

You're supposed to be in good shape, SF'ers. You know -- from riding your bikes everywhere and hiking and surfing and shit. So get off your asses and WORK!!!

Monday, August 18, 2008

Take Shelter...

Housing Quandary

I walked past this sign on a construction barricade on Mission Street the other day, just a few blocks from my house.

It was 9:00 AM on a Saturday, and I was running to the BART station. I was late to meet my college roommate, her husband, and six-month-old baby. The whole family was in town from Michigan, and we’d planned a “super San Francisco experience!” day. Only problem was I had a wicked hangover from a super San Francisco experience the night before, if you know what I mean…

So I was feeling less than sharp. In fact, my eyes were doing that thing where they don’t quite track right – that’s how hungover I was. I had to stop my shower, get out, and eat a nectarine to stop myself from barfing – THAT’S HOW HUNGOVER I WAS.

Man, I’m never having a “girl’s night” again.

Anyway…

What I’m trying to say is, I had one mission on Mission that morning: get to the BART, and don’t barf. Well, I guess that’s two missions… So for me to stop and take this picture means these words really struck a chord, somewhere in the depths of my alcohol-soaked soul. It took at least two minutes for me to get my camera out of my bag, people. I could have EASILY barfed on the street during that time. Like a lot of – dare I say? – homeless people do on Mission Street.

So that brings me to my point…

We’re not so different, are we? Those of us homeys, and those of us homeless? I thought this was an incredibly powerful statement. How true – since when did it become a crime to go without? Of course, some of the people on our streets here in San Francisco and elsewhere ARE criminals, but to believe they all are is… is…

WTF?

You lose your job, you lose your home – okay, maybe you’re an alcoholic (I’m certainly not gonna judge you there) – and then before you know it, your house is gone, too. In this day and age, I think we all need to admit it’s not that hard to imagine. Every stupid morning news magazine is talking about the skyrocketing foreclosure rate in America.

And THEN – you’re somehow a criminal because of it. You’re doing something wrong by being on the street.

The point is, there are many, many paths that lead to the street. But we’re so quick to lump those people out there together into one category: BAD PEOPLE. And how funny: they’re bad, because we have more than they do. They should all go away. They should all get out of our neighborhoods because they’re scary and they drive the property values down and they must be about to rob us.

Even though yesterday they might have been our neighbors.

Does anyone else think this is nutso?

And, does anyone else think they intentionally papered this statement next to the poster for the band called ANIMOSITY?

Words.

Love ‘em.

I love seeing them combined like this, whether intentionally or not. They ARE just building blocks, after all… We use them for shelter as much as we do the roofs over our heads…

Friday, August 8, 2008

Summertime memories...

We don't really have a summer in San Francisco. Not like in the Midwest. No skeeters and crickets buzzing and chipring all night long... It's not hot and sticky... No dang humidity to leave you wiping the back of your neck after walking just a hundred feet... You just can't WAIT to leap in the lake and cool off...

The lake: where nothing will bite you. Ahh -- the Midwestern lake!

But know what we DO have in SF?

OTTER POPS!

Blue!

I don't know what it is about these things, but they just never get old. NEVER!!!

Nothing but sugar and water. And PURE AMUSEMENT! A blue tongue is funny! FUNNY, I tell you! Whether you're 3, or 30.

(This pic is so ugly, but my tongue matches my tank top, so it had to be shared.)

I <3 summer.