Old-timers talking at the cafe: "Hey, you see that hahrah film? That byoo-di-ful pungkin really went through the warsher." Ah, a lovely dialect slowly disappearing into obscurity. I had a neighbor many years ago who was a salty old dog and he talked the old-timey way. I wish I had been a word collector back... Continue Reading →
As I've written in previous post, identifying plants is not as easy as I thought it would be. (I laugh when I make this statement.) Why do I persist? I'm not a student of botany, I don't even have a garden, and my houseplants could use my attention at the moment, but I do persist... Continue Reading →
I was once the person who said "eeewww, a mushroom" when I saw one outside of the supermarket. I understand the foreignness of their forms, but I've embraced them and really enjoy walking around, getting some exercise and looking for them. NEVER EAT A MUSHROOM WITHOUT A POSITIVE IDENTIFICATION FROM AN EXPERIENCED MUSHROOMER WHO STILL... Continue Reading →
Hyde and Jackson Streets Nov. 7, 2018 5:25pm Hot Sauce and Panko J and H Grocery and Liquor Sun Kwong Chinese Restaurant The Nook Cafe Powell and Hyde Street cable car tracks Stop lights and fire hydrants on all corners Apartments above all businesses Warm evening
I periodically walk through the Jackson Square Historic District on my way to more modest areas in San Francisco. I cursorily acknowledge that the neighborhood is "fancy" with all the design firms and antique shops. My next thought is that I better walk a little quicker before they spot me and give me the... Continue Reading →
The first walk of the year on the Presidio's Batteries to Bluffs trail did not disappoint. The air was filled with sweet scents and birdsongs. Unlike last year there was no hemlock yet, but lots of flowers and other things I've seen for years and never tried to ID. This year I felt compelled to... Continue Reading →
Here's my apologia. I understand that these movies were progressive in the 1940s, showing women in roles, whether good or bad, that were out of the societal norms of the time. I acknowledge that these movies are important, but I watch movies for entertainment value, with only a dash of intentions to round out my... Continue Reading →
My favorite cozy horror movie is The Birds. Not too much gore and blood, just enough. It's even more of a terror after learning that Alfred Hitchcock demanded that they re-shoot the scene where Tippi Hedren gets attacked by the birds, over and over again, to exact revenge on her because she didn't play into... Continue Reading →
