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Sometimes on my lunch break at work, I peek at a few news stories on the web. There was one entertainment article, this past Wednesday that made me stop and read. The Guardian gave a positive review to a staging of Anyone Can Whistle. I forwarded the article along to Garry as we both love Sondheim musicals.

To be clear Whistle is a Sondheim flop. I believe there were nine performances in New York before they brought the stage down for the final time. No one has ever had a full production of it. There have been stage readings of the show. The songs in it are so darn enjoyable and yes the book is somewhere out there in leftfield. The show is either a real novelty or an oddity.

The rest of the day followed along its usual path with the exception of getting a funny email back from my hubby with google flight roundtrip options to the UK. I laughed it off until I got home. He was planted in front of the computer.

Garry’s computer choice is the living room monitor connected to a computer, which is great for visuals but not fun to type on. His eyeballs were on that monitor as I walked in. I felt like Guy Montag in Fahrenheit 451. "Did you get my email?" I smiled, "yes."

On the incredibly zero number of things my husband does impulsively, I can put something real at the top. It's an achievement deserving a note and a roundtrip to London. His "when am I ever going to get a chance to see this show staged" made perfect sense to me but you don't have to twist my arm to fly to London and see live theater.

At work, it's awkward timing all around as two people are having surgical procedures, one is at the end of the month but she's going to need the month off and the other is in May also with time off attached. June is in inventory (every year) and it's harder to get approval. If I go it has to be now-ish. Plus, the Sondheim show is only playing this month.

Anyway, we found a flight leaving on the 20th and the seats have extra legroom. I got online and booked two shows: Anyone Can Whistle and The Ocean at the End of the Lane. I'm crossing my fingers and hoping nothing gets canceled. Last night we secured an Airbnb around Russell Square.

Anyone can whistle but it takes an internet search to secure bookings for last second trips.
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It was a quiet Friday. Between walking the dog, watching a few tv shows, and packing a few eBay items, this was an extreme low key day. I’ll take it.

Early in the week I didn’t know if I’d be serving on a jury for a criminal case. The case, that involved a stabbing on public transportation, would have gone until mid-April. As a resident of San Francisco for over 20 years, I have done my civic duty before and like a lot of folks, I wasn’t anxious to get on a long trial.

It was close. They were wheedling down the number of potential jurors and they chose a few folks from my group. My bunch was the last and that may have been advantageous. I thought that being the first 12 jurors was lucky because they didn’t end up keeping any. The first few rounds of people to sit, never got a chance to get comfortable. It was non-stop: “Number 6 thank you for your service you are excused.” I was watching a runway of jurors modeling the latest get out of jail smiles. As they left I imagine each skipping in the middle of the street, laughing maniacally as they dodged traffic. Damn them.

When the two lawyers found agreement on a jury, I couldn’t have been happier. I thought I was going to burst a blood vessel. I started daydreaming about getting on public transportation (yes I know, it’s a case about a stabbing on MUNI). There was one slight moment before they swore in their 12 angry men and 6 alternates, when they made absolute sure that these choices would be in court for the ENTIRE run of the case.

A few folks did try to squirm out. The judge wasn’t playing. The “I might be at a wedding the end of the month” or “I need someone to watch the kids for a few days” didn’t go over big. The “I found out my boss will not pay for this and I have to pay for rent” person was interesting because it brought up, via an attorney, a new program beginning in a week. San Francisco is beginning a new program that will pay jurors $100 a day for serving. The judge asked no rent guy, if that would make a difference and he said: “no, not at all”. Everyone laughs at this because…we all live here.


Fogust

Aug. 2nd, 2020 11:39 am
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We are back to some "safe" ground balls after a two week hiatus. Physically this works for me as I'd like to keep going; whether we end up having a softball season or not (not likely). It's good to get back out there with the guys and stretch it out. I don't leave the house without a mask and it looks like that piece of cloth has become another softball accessory. Don't leave home without it.


In a normal year, August is really the beginning of the off-season in San Francisco. Generally, softballers here are putting away their gloves, after a full season of play and 3 tournaments in July. There is even some softball burnout. It's a total blank slate this year. 


Fogust is alive.
Green wet grass and softballers masks
make gray blue.  

Mother nature has nothing to do with what's going on with people, it's not her department. It's August or as some of us call it here: Fogust.  The cool breeze and the fluffy gray and white sky permeates everything in the mornings. Playing in the Bay Area for the last 20 years, I prefer this coolness. When you're playing on the road and have to do a game in a much warmer climate, you really feel the heat more than locals. When I see people talk about 114 degrees, in say Palm Springs, this time of year I think: "ouch".


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I had a very Twilight Zone dream last night.


There were four of us chased between different worlds and realities. These existences were separated by a staircase coming up from the sidewalk. In this dream, we were pursued by something. Our response was to run down this portal staircase. With every "floor" and reality, there was a new and different problem and ultimately, a similar chase that would lead my group out and down the staircase to something different.


This group that I was in, was a totally random group of folks; who saw what was wrong with each reality. We ran because we were chased but we're also in search of a place less dangerous than the last place. We came together, I believe because we initially saw a problem with the very first place and there was some sort of invasion. It was a dream so details are a little fogged. 


Anyway, We were in some crazy loop. Each world looked so different. The sky was always a different color and the buildings were from definitely different architecture styles but we would never stay long enough to weigh the pros and cons of the new place because of the impending danger. There were ghosts; some kind of invisible army but we could actually make them out by their outline. I think we were the only ones who could see that.


One of them got close and I tried to warn a person from my group but it was too late. It passed right through him. He stopped for a moment, looked up and said, "I'm different." After a short conversation, we found that the being replaced his political outlook from conservative to liberal. Everybody in the group thought this was fantastic and who could blame them. Then, I started the debate of the importance of freedom of thought. The rest of the dream was taken with this debate as our bodies were taken over by the ghosts.


I should type this up for Netflix, they'll film anything.

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I started this gig back in 2015, as a part-time thing to supplement my graphic design freelance but as they needed more help I adjusted. It's hard to say no to a steady paycheck, especially considering the work they do in the Bay Area. Throughout my time in San Francisco, I've been pretty lucky finding work situations with organizations that have a mission statement that I can get behind.

As with any organization that counts on outside sources of funding, donations etc., the position I hold will only be a tangible one, based on the yearly budget. I remember the cascade of layoffs at my local red cross after a particularly rough year. I was in the first department gutted. These socially cool feel good jobs that depend on the outside donations aren't always great with longevity but they do give you something in the interim: the desire to keep coming back.

You actually want to come in and help. When you work with good people that assist in running for 2 pet hospitals, it's easy for me to want to make sure there is enough cyclosporine on hand for the vets, etc.. One of my perks? If I ever need a break and want to see a friendly face, I can go to adoptions and say hi to the dogs. That is a major perk of the job. I also get discounts on products and the vet care is 50% off for my dog but I love visiting the doggies.

Also, These folks have been great with my time off needs. My softball tournaments and my yearly trips have been no problem. This has been the kind of experience I needed to have after the government job. Who knows how long the dog and cat train will ride but I am happy to be a passenger.
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It's a groggy Monday for me. I got up at 5:00 a.m. and could never properly get back to sleep. At that hour, I looked over at my dog and she was dreaming of something, that I believe involved running. Her paws were moving back and forth and there were murmurs. I get dreams like that as well but dreamland ended too soon this fine morning.

It's been a string of fine mornings, if you enjoy warm weather. The fog seems to be playing hide and seek with everybody but mostly hiding. We are in the midst of a mini heat wave. We get these here, they never last very long because you never bet against the fog. The fog always wins. It's the Rocky from the second movie.

We were out Sunday in the warmth that was the marina district, playing softball in the last couple of games of the season. We split a double header and ended up going 10-4 for the season and coming in second place, which is a pretty good place to be for this young team. As one of the 2 older players on the team, I've enjoyed watching this group improve. They've got more to go but they can hit and they pick each other up and are generally positive, even when something flops.

My day went well on the field, even after jamming my hand into second base. I was able to play thru some pain, get my hits. At home it was the ice and ibuprofen cocktail. The right wrist is still smarting with a little swelling. I'm hoping for a quick heal as tournament season begins July 4th weekend. Wish me luck. Yes softball retirement is all the rage.
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I'm organizing my softball team for a few out of town tournaments. The Seamen finished a good season, going 8-3-1 and are set to play some more, now that the season is over. For many of us, the final game hit us like: "is this really the last game." The scheduling this year has been unusual; a doubleheader, then a weekend off, then a rain out...then back to a doubleheader. We looked up and had one game left. The team has not quite had their fill. That song may change after a 2-day playoff tournament, in the second weekend in July. July is turning out to be a heavy softball month.

First Tournament up to bat is the Joe Cooper Memorial Russian River Classic which we have done religiously for the last decade. Truth be told, I was ready not to do it this year. I've got another training in West Virginia on tap the whole week after the tourney and am flying out Sunday. Player interest, however, generally twists my arm and I start sending out emails, scouting out places to stay etc.. We will be there in full force and this one's generally a fun one. Since, it's pretty local, we get Bay Area teams.This works out to be the unofficial goodbye to the softball season.

It's exciting to add the Seamen, to the list of teams going to New Orleans this December. The Bourbon Street Classic is one of the newest tournaments on the block (3 years) and the city is a favorite stop of mine. We will be staying in the French Quarter and playing ball in Metairie. When we are not playing ball, I assure you, the coach will be having raw oysters, gumbo, jambalaya and what have you. Visiting New Orleans for a long weekend in May, I vowed a return trip, I may as well play ball. :)

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Joe My God has posted that the New York Senate has that all important 32nd yes vote needed to pass Andrew Cuomo's Marriage Equality Bill. Folks this would be a huge victory for the cause. New York State is the most populous state. There has been a whole bunch of arm twisting and politics this time around. Mayor Bloomberg, who has been an advocate of this bill, let many Republican Senators know that his checkbook would be closed to them, if they didn't support it. The Archdiocese of New York continues to grab their own robes and cry fowl. Oh, and one dumb football player stands with the past and the protesters against the bill, hoping to save New Yorkers from "anarchy?" Add $400 million to New York's economy and talk to me about anarchy.

How funny? All this time I thought California would be before NY. I mean we voted on Marijuana and we're getting ready to vote on circumcision. That innocence got knocked out of the park with Proposition 8 but then the big surprise: Iowa. Iowa? That was NOT on my radar. I mean, I had to read the newspaper twice that day.

We are in hold mode here until the fall. Until then, we can root for all the east coasters and being a native of New York City myself, I couldn't be happier. Let's keep it going.
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Monday is the universally understood blech day of the week (If you're working it). It's sunny and 75 degrees out there. The San Francisco fog's hide and seek routine, the last couple of days has inspired residents to sport shorts and tees. The thought of laying on a beach somewhere was an attractive concept. It is days like these, that the memory of being unemployed for a chunk of time, helps kick your body into gear, a gear that's shifted once again after coffee.

It was a nice weekend. I took advantage of cool weather Saturday and watched a movie: Green Lantern. Being a reader of this particular funny book, when I was a kid, I was particularly disappointed that they got the Hal Jordon character DEAD WRONG. All that money, that went into all that CGI and it's the main character interpretation, essentially words on the page, that sunk this movie. It's yet another movie, that does not need to be seen in 3-D; what I like to call 3-Don't these days. Please make my movies in wonderful 2-D with an A plus story and script. Jordan was never meant to be a big wuss. When the writer or director or both, made that choice...they decided to make a few things lighter, possibly exploring, what's funny to them about this story. Bad choice folks. "I pledge allegiance to a Lantern that I got from a dieing purple alien," Ryan Reynolds says, when checking out his new toys...ugh.

While the film was 3-D, all the other characters were 1-D as in one dimensional. Some potentially good characters in the Green Lantern corps such as Sinestro were minor parts. Angela Bassett is in a walk-on part as Amanda Waller. She is in 2 or 3 scenes and the only thing the audience knows is that she works for the government, while comic-book folks knows that Waller is an administrator for the Suicide Squad.
There is some good CGI work in Green Lantern but will you not remember any of it 10 minutes after you've left the theater? I think not. In retrospect, what the makers of the Thor movie did right was stay true to the main character and use aspects of the character (arrogance) to fuel part of the story. Here the story wasn't great but you're with him early on and the few comedic moments that happen feel natural. You want to show me fireworks? Fine but give me something with it; a side order of story and character, please.

Sunday's warmer weather played well for our last regular softball game of the year. We had a 10:15 a.m. match against the Penguins. We got up early for a light hitting practice. in fact, my alarm got me up at 6 a.m., I cursed the gods of softball but later apologized, after all there was a game to win. Admittedly, I always like to beat the Penguins, they are our old rivals from the rec division, plus I remember more than a few nasty rating meetings, when I would go toe to toe with their manager; a self-professed bitch queen from hell. He actually announces that at the first meeting...so there are no misconceptions. However, I figure most of their players don't know the history. It's been so many years. Who really cares? I know there manager cares. My team knows I care; when I say silly stuff like: I want you to keep scoring runs, like every inning. I want Penguin meat, it tastes great with salt. My guys had a real good game to the tune of 21-3.

The North Beach festival was happening right outside my doorstep Saturday and Sunday. Really, what is it about the smell of anything frying that makes me stop and take notice? I snacked on occasion, on one particular time, I bought one of those gigantic turkey legs, it was a real Fred Flinstone moment. The fair could definitely use more seating for folks eating and drinking. I would buy stuff and go right back up to my apartment because the sidewalks didn't look comfortable. The fair was busy not unlike myself all-weekend, catching up with buddies, seeing bad CGI movies and softballing. And now it's back to the work week at my fortress of solitude.
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Friday, June 17th,

Welcome to the build-up, baby. It happens every year; same bat-time, same bat-place. If you're a San Francisco resident, your senses already know. You meander around the Castro and you wonder who these strangers are; even the ones that look slightly familiar. The noise emanating from the local establishments is unmistakable. Oh and least we forget that, almost daily, line around the Castro Theater. It's not unusual; you're in the final home stretch leading to Gay Pride Weekend, one that should be titled "So Proud and yet So Much to fight for."

Don't misunderstand. I'm not going to grab your lollipop and throw it under a MUNI bus. Lollipops are important. It's also important to remember the journey past as well as the desert ahead.

In New York, the Gay Marriage Bill passed in the Assembly and now goes to a republican led Senate. They need one republican to say yes and it looks like two will but naturally, they couldn't get to it today and if they don't conveniently get to it Monday, then they break for summer. There is after all no rush to equality, when it doesn't affect a good portion of the people doing the voting. If it happens for New York, it will be huge; an incredible victory for equality.

Still in California we wait for this mess called Proposition 8 to be lifted and blown back to Utah. The court cases here have merely been all about the stall. Seems like those Yes on 8 folks want to throw enough logs on the road, while they can figure away around the constitution. They went after after an appeal, so The court has to figure out, if they actually have standing for the appeal. In the meantime, they went after Judge Walker who tried the case. The Yes 8 folks believed because the judge is gay, he should have walked away from the case; this was a big strikeout for them but the waiting continues. It will happen in due time.

It's heartening to see all the folks sending in videos for itgetsbetter.org, it's fantastic to see a few baseball teams get involved (led of course by our World Champion Giants) but it's really moving to see a couple of videos from perfect strangers; Joe Blow actually saying, "hey, it gets better." I admit, I spent a few minutes on the websites (a lifetime for me) and was moved.

Anyway, when you're partying pride weekend and sardined up in your favorite drinking establishment, yelling to talk to your buddy next to you, over the music, take a moment to reflect on the journey. I guarantee you it will not spoil your drink.
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Iceman

It's great being back on a semi-regular gym routine, especially with my crazy new sleeping / awake hours. My theory continues to be, work out (especially cardio), vitamins, and get enough sleep to make a difference and my body will still be alright during the wee hours of the morning, when I am awake. Stay tuned.

It's weird being a creature of the night in a city that does shut down to a great extent by 2 a.m.. And the few cast of characters that are out and about do not necessarily give one the warm fuzzies. San Francisco has a few 24 hour diners / eateries and of course the 24 hour fitness places. It's ironic that I call my work, the Fortress of Solitude but there is actually some life in there because it is a 24 business, the real solitude is outside, when I've got some time off. This is weird for me to admit because I do enjoy being alone (to some degree) and I've grown used to it. But, it's different when it's not a choice or actually, the only choice. San Francisco is NOT a 24 hour city...really. My friends are in bed, when I go to the gym or have a meal at 3:00 a.m., I am leaving work, when they are going to work, the social situations are limited (to all my friends who are not working, this is not a complaint, it's an observation, I am rooting for all of us).

While, I can come off this nutty schedule on the weekend, I have to be careful about it. I find myself doing a similar schedule so as not to be screwed on my first day back. Maybe, I'll stay up until 7 a.m. and power nap until midday....yadda...yadda..yadda.

I was reminded how tough it is to stay awake, when having a glass of wine and watching a mediocre movie. Last night, I watched Vince Vaughn's Couples Retreat and other than a few funny moments, it was a real yawnfest.

Switching gears, it's weird how the Academy has reverted back to 10 nominations for best film. Are there really more choices? I'm looking at their selections this year and have to wonder. Would Sandra Bullock's The Blind Side be nominated, if they stayed with the top 5?
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It was great seeing my softball teammates yesterday, after a long layoff. The softball 2010 season is underway. We've got a fundraiser planned for the 20th at Moby Dick and practices on Sundays in Feb and March.

Now, a month into the new graveyard work schedule, I'm sleeping a little better. I don't know that I'm getting used to it any better but I'm adjusting a bit. I'm treating it all like hours in a day. You have a certain amount of hours in a day to eat, sleep, and work, I've merely changed, what time each of those happen. It's still a little spooky going to the gym at 3:00 a.m..

It was great to see the sun yesterday. Rainy season in SF is really happening so a full day of sunny weather feels great.

I couldn't be any happier that the New Orleans Saints won the Super Bowl such a great town. It's one of those places I enjoy visiting. I always gain a few pounds there. :)
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I see flashes of the sun during the day, I take a walk, get a bite to eat then I attempt to get my 7 hours of sleep before my next graveyard shift. Welcome to my 2010 reality.

After going for a full-time gig at a previous contract assignment, the fact of being low man on the shift totem pole set in. Yes, if it wasn't good pay, good benefits (and perks), chances are I wouldn't be writing about it.

Anybody that's ever done that 3rd, least popular shift at work can sympathize, on what you have to do physically so that you're prepared each day and on the day, you're not as prepared, it's a struggle. It's like being on a bigger day-to-day schedule then you are used to but make no mistake the most important thing on that list is that 7 hours of sleep. It's all somewhat important; excercise, vitamins, get a little sun but if you don't pull the curtains down and get at least seven... it can make for one sleepy cub later.

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The moon over Palm Desert doesn’t have to compete with surrounding buildings. That’s nice, if you like being surrounded by darkness and what do they say here “looking at the stars” (so long as you’re not doing it while you’re driving). Saturday nights’ full moon in the desert was an impressive sight; a big plump shiny rock in the sky helping us find the car in the parking lot.

Dave and I stopped at the local Yard House (bar and restaurant). I have not visited or talked to my brother, since he moved to the desert and I’m here this weekend so the timing was right. He’s got a new job, that’s taken him south and he seems to be slowly but surely settling in.

My brother had previously been living in the Bay Area (Alameda), we were a bridge apart and I have to say, it was really nice to have family in the neighborhood. He is a desert guy now...the weather will be a little different. I’m giving him a year. :)

Green Day

Sep. 22nd, 2009 07:58 am
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Growing up in New York City, I've enjoyed marking the differences between San Francisco/ California and the east coast. I've blogged about the Pizzas (or was that whining), the bagels...the Jewish deli...sigh.

My current kick is trying to put 10 days together, without hearing or seeing the word organic. Recently, I got as high as three days without encountering the word in question. It is really difficult to do in California. Even if you've got a few days where nothing is happening and you lock yourself away at home with a book, the "O" word is on TV, radio, and online. See if you can do 10 days without encountering that word. Good luck.

Yesterday, I stopped at the local public library for a replacement card. It is so fast and easy to do these days; they look you up, scan a ready made card, slap a few stickers on it and boom. You get to pick from a bunch of designs. There were six cards to choose from and the one that stuck out for me was a colorful circular design with the word "Read" on it, done by, according to the card, a 4th grader. I happily chose this card. There was a woman behind me that saw my choice. She tapped me on the shoulder, "Card number 6 is made from corn." "Oh, " I said. The librarian hadn't told me, the options would include cards made by other means. I looked at card number 6, with it's bland light green stripe and the word eco-card printed on it and quite frankly, it didn't move me like it should.

I do like corn. I envisioned a scene a couple of weeks later returning to the library and asking for a new card. The librarian staring at me curious can't help but say, "Didn't we already give you a new card?" "Yes, " I would answer, "but I got hungry and ate the card, do you have a card made of meatballs?" A woman would once again tap me from behind to say that card #7 is made from organic meatballs and I would envision happy cows relaxing in the steam room.

Iceman
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Someone on facebook (I believe) mentioned, a little while ago, leaving comic books on Long Island and I couldn't help but smile. Actually, he referred to Long Island as the Isle of Long, which is something I used to say. My friends had a house on the Isle of Long and they let me stash a box of old Marvel Comics there, that I, over time, completely forgot about.

In comic book lingo, I was a Marvel with a minor in DC. As a kid I really enjoyed the Marvel characters. They were generally darker books with good writers and I had a little collection going (that has dissipated over time).

I've also been a fan of most of the movie inceptions (Ghost Rider was crap) and have been pretty enthused about movie plans for the Avengers and the tie-ins with Thor, Captain America, etc. When the news came down the Mouse bought a new piece of cheese, I grimaced. I do not want to see the mouse ears on a single Marvel comic book.

Listening to some of the comments from the big Disney fans (you know who you are...and in some cases I know who you are), they seem to share the same concerns albeit from the other perspective: "I don't want to see someone dressed as Ironman walking with Mickey at Disneyland." I concur.

On the outset it seems like a pretty good business move. The Marvel Superhero pictures are making money and Disney's got the bucks, to up the production values if need be but you have to wonder.


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I realize that there is a good and a bad time to make a point but sometimes in this foggy little city, it can be a challenge knowing when to throw down the gauntlet and when to keep moving. Does it all come down to principle? Am I unhappy because of the lameness of it?

My current assignment has decided 'cause of the bay bridge closing (Next weekend) that they will move next weeks' Thursday to this Sunday (rather last second). Their regular employees are stunned. Sunday spells OT for me and my fellow contractors, as Friday will make 40 hours. The catch is, no one wants to pay us that overtime, not the agency or the outfit. I'm thinking the Department of Labor would have an interesting comment on that (especially since the outfit works for the federal government).

I called the agency yesterday to get the scoop. I was told that the OT was a negative so we are not to work it. My manager on site has told us that Sunday is mandatory.

Don't get me wrong. I'm thankful to be busy...VERY THANKFUL but getting screwed is getting screwed. We sat through a meeting where the manager spoke about the extra money the regular employees would get. The contractors looked at each other like: WTF? We're being put in a strange position but there is some solidarity as none of us have the heart to come in Sunday. The agency will get a few more calls today, including my call...I'm going to continue stressing communication. Otherwise, yes the gauntlet is down.


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One part of work was shut down today so things were slower than the norm. I worked on my batting swing with an imaginary bat and a reflection of myself, at one point someone stopped to add his two cents. It was that kind of a day. You can feel people being antsy. My brain did some traveling; New York, London, Las Vegas, Palm Springs etc.

I'm happy with the fall return of the Coasters (www.sfcoasters.com). John and I started that tournament softball team back in 01 (or 02) but we haven't gone to a tourney in a couple of years now. We were definitely on hiatus and I'm jazzed to say that's ending in Las Vegas. This January's Sin City shootout will be on the Coasters' agenda. John will be back to coach, I'll manage and play. I would also like to get a team together for the Minneapolis tourney in May but that's way in the future.

The fog was heavy, early and I grabbed my pillow thinking about how nice it would be to spend a little more time in bed, I've got Friday off and that sounds like a plan.

Lauderdale
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Not unlike that reporter on The Incredible Hulk tv show, my current job is not always my current job. I go where they send me; chasing down that elusive green beast. I roll with it. You meet nice folks, along the way and some not worth mentioning, your hours can change like the weather in San Francisco; foggy with the occasional chance of overtime.

During the week, I've been getting out a little later. Case in point, Thursday night I waited at an F-Market stop for an inbound streetcar. I pulled out my iPhone to check when the next streetcar was arriving. It was dark but there were others on the street 'island' and some conversation happening.

As I was looking at my iPhone (in my left hand), I could feel someone looking my way. I'm generally not untrusting of others but something didn't feel right. While I can see 20/20 during the day, at night, not so much. The iPhone internet was being slow. The person staring was thin and looking at my mid-section. I kept looking at the phone. Suddenly, the young man moved quickly, one step and one hand on the top of my phone, I squeezed it. His hand slipped to the rubber casing, I pulled. He timed it with the street light, so he was already across the street. It was supposed to be a quick one move move and go but he left empty-handed. He was fast.

I couldn't stop the angry New Yorker inside of me though, "Nice try asshole!" I turned and looked at the people waiting, I got kudos from the drunk homeless guy, who then asked for money. There was a tourist couple that looked at me with some fright, oh well, I thought, another interesting night in the city.

I know that these phones can be worth a couple of bucks but try something legit and not so dangerous for a change, turn an honest buck. Be the reporter on the Incredible Hulk.

Tonysf
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For awhile there my friend Mike in London went on a scanning frenzy of old pictures. The purpose was apparently, to upload them to Facebook and tag everyone, who might remember the picture or event or even to comment on someones outfit. Well, Mike got me good on the below shot. I guess, it's only, your very sweet friends that make you feel old and nostalgic; all at the same time. Geez, I was in my late twenties (yeah, I pretty much had facial hair when I turned 17), it was New Year's Eve and we were on a boat, going around Manhattan.


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