triste Posted on August 31, 2003 #  The obligatory sense of loss and separation closes in. Apartment is empty of others, and the few belongings are strewn across the empty floor of a room obviously intended as a den. Mistress is a city easily loved, and easily left. deja vu Posted on August 30, 2003 #  Unemployed. freedom Posted on August 29, 2003 #  At this blessed moment in time, when I am released from the bounds of my quote-unquote job, I should most appropriately turn to George Michael for the soundtrack. Perhaps I'll get them to play it tonight at the bar. Just trying to fit it. Don't worry, though; I'm still not trying _that_ hard. twist & doubt Posted on August 28, 2003 #  Last of 4 weekly salsa classes, and was finally complemented. Apparently I offer a stronger lead than many of my compatriots. (hurrah!) Somehow that feels odd, being that I'm the one truckin across the country to be with her. Laughing to myself, I am surprised often that the way we lead our lives in this era of overwhelming choice really is our own. So often it seems the result of circumstance; in reality I suppose we (I?) are more the obedient lapdogs of our unconscious. reflecting pool Posted on August 27, 2003 #  Sending the 'boss' packing this afternoon, I ought to take a pre-bailout pause and reflect on the past 6 months. Another long summer vacation while still living the life in college that it seems none of us ever leave. For some, it's clearly frat parties and keg stands till the day they box you up. For others, the endless game of networking. For others who go straight into porn, the meaningless hookup reveals its value, and even ends up in the 2003 California governor's race. For me, it's still a cycle of passing through a web of unrelated social and cultural circles, living amongst them and then vanishing into the horizon. Work is alternately what fascinates and what brings a sense of achievement; the pendulum pushing back from one extreme and sliding so easily back that I'm already looking and leaning behind once I've passed the center. San Francisco taught a lot about what it's like to live between the lines, and about the lines themselves. Being a bartender and an underutilized company 'director' (ha!) pointed a lot out about expectations, and how unnecessary a lot of things are. Specifics? Me? Better luck with someone else. (Try Em. She actually explains stuff.) Till next time; 1 week and counting. Dupont Circle is next. last full week Posted on August 25, 2003 #  Starts behind the front bar with the new girl. Friend of mine's been keeping her awake all damn weekend, and I'm stuck working the full bar while she tries to stay awake. It'll end with my sister flying up!! Can't wait to see her. She'll arrive in time for my last bar shift at Home this Friday, when all y'all should come take a last look for a while. steve of church Posted on August 20, 2003 #  Wonder if it's a breach of personal trust to bio a man on licious. Steve's a vet, he panhandles on Church near Market. He still manages to own a place upstate, but in a place where there's no work to augment whatever I imagine the government still gives him. He saves up now and then for bus trips to visit his kids, and seems to spend much of the rest on coffee. He is no doubt the kindest person you could run into on Church, always with an ear when a guy's feeling low, and a brain to share when answers aren't clear. I won't glamorize him and say he's the patron saint of the Castro; he's simply a friendly San Franciscan who fits with the paradigm better than I myself do. He's got ties to the neighborhood, from friends outside Muddy Waters cafe, to a standing cooperative relationship with the liquor store on the corner. Steve watches the front until close, every night, and in return has a place to keep what he owns safe inside. Sundays are the worst days for handouts, and the days improve on the way to Saturday, so if you happen to be ata B&B in the area, or eating at Crepevine or one of the Japanese restaurants on the block, keep an eye out for the thick grey beard and the stocking cap. I'm leaving in a couple weeks, and someone's got to enjoy his company for me once I go. damn worm. Posted on August 19, 2003 #  Blaster worm has the computer down. Will hopefully fix soon. Sigh. chirp. chirp. Posted on August 15, 2003 #  There are 2 bags of fried crickets in my refrigerator now that Alex is back from Tijuana. On a completely unrelated note, I'm bummed to be leaving this place. lifeboat Posted on August 12, 2003 #  The head line cook at the restaurant described herself last night as "the last, dumb rat on a sinking ship, running to the galley shouting, 'there's more cheese down here!'" The sous chef quit suddenly, and the most experienced line cook leaves in a week. The city just posted an abatement notice on my building, stating that the owner has failed to correct a number of ordinance violations, and now must attend a hearing or run the risk of the building being declared unsafe. I suddenly feel like the smartest rat in town. View more cisco.licious in the archives.

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