Suburbia and Cycling
After 2 days in the Hermit’s Nest (I’ve started referring to this flat as Hermit’s Nest because it’s wood panelled inside, has got a fireplace but no functional TV and, most importantly, may as well be up in the mountains rather than in Mountain View, being so far away from everywhere) I finally ventured into SF yesterday to go to a class.
The train dropped me off at 22nd St. station and I had some time so I thought I’d walk over to Mission, rather than hunt for a Muni line I could take down there. I started what turned out to be a half hour walk by walking up a massive hill and when I got to the top, I was hit with a view of SF’s downtown skyscrapers. It was dark by then and they were all lit up and sparkling and I just had to stop because the feeling of sheer elation I felt was actually overwhelming. This only intensified as I approached Mission and started recognising street names and then the streets themselves and then places.
Oh, San Francisco, I could have kissed your ground, if it weren’t for the dirt and broken glass and, undoubtedly, the occasional used syringe!
Yes I know the links are broken
Machine crashed again. I am in Israel. The saga continues.
Scrape me, my friend!
Technorati tells you the most interesting things sometimes. Something called “dailydatingnews” has apparently scraped my other blog for content (giving me a “read more” link, though somehow I don’t think it will count for much). Also, it would seem that Todd’s SMX post ended up somewhere in Mumbai. Gotta love the Internet.