now I have to think of something to say

Being blonde was my hair's worst nightmare, I think.
I'm so glad that's all over.

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I know this is cheating but why waste a good meme? I've become pretty much an antisocial, anti-meme/tagging person but when Pomegranacat on Flickr tagged me, I thought it might be a fun exercise in amongst my Flickr circle since they probably don't read my blog anyway.

You guys already know all about me, don't you? But since I'm apparently not writing anything lately, if you're really hard up for some tangobaby nonsense, you can read stuff you already know about me on my Flickr page.

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ps.: I have to go to a baseball game today.

Is baseball like mushrooms, where you really don't like them for years and then all of a sudden, you find them to be delicious? I am waiting for my baseball tastebuds to mature. But the Pirates are in town today, which means The Boy must go, which means I'm the sidekick. I go for the bratwurst but I'm so paranoid about getting hit in the head by a foul ball or a splintered bat. Is that just me?

Weekend Update

No wonder I get tired on Mondays.

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Saturday: One of my favorite views of San Francisco.

Because when I see this sight above, it means I'm sitting on my favorite stool in one of my favorite places in the Haight, looking out the window, and waiting for this...

A bratwurst with onions and a cream soda from Rosamunde's in the Lower Haight. (Next to this heaven, this grilled goodness is probably one of my other very favorite things in town.)

Yes, it is that good.

That was part of my reward for a four-hour walk in the Haight and through Golden Gate park (getting photos for a next book, of course.)

And then back home to meet The Boy in time to get to the 2008 California State Yo Yo Championships at the Exploratorium...

Let's just say that Championship level yo-yo-ing is very entertaining and certainly holds your attention. (If you want to get an idea of how fun, check this out. We saw this kid--he won last year.)

And then whizzing across town to catch a baseball game: the SF Giants vs. the Pittsburgh Pirates (we won), and a second bratwurst (this one with sauerkraut).

Jose Feliciano sang the National Anthem (which was wayyyyy cool and we were so thrilled and it's a very beautiful version--see clip below) and some little Boy Scouts got the game going.




(I am very proud of this photograph of the ballpark at sunset, btw.)

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And then the next day:

To stumble upon this place (part of the next day's photo walk), in a store where I have no place being and should never return to. I was too overwhelmed to buy anything. I feel like I have dodged a bullet.


And then a walk along the Embarcadero, taking more photos.


Just another day...

Then, meeting up with The Boy (again)...

...who drove us to an for-sale/open house of a famous rock star he happens to know.

Downstairs in the room off the music recording studio, I found a folder that had some paperwork in it, so I pretended like I was a CIA operative and took this photo so you would know I was not making this up.

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Sadly, the only thing left undone was to attend the Lebowski Fest 2008, but there's really only so much a person can realistically cram into a weekend.

That's okay. I'll just watch my favorite scene from the film a few times and that will be enough. Hope your weekend was mighty fine!

I'm going to collapse now. Nitey nite.


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