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 | | Castro and 18th Street | I'm back in the swing of blogging on a regular basis, and I'll be reporting on everything from industry trends to local events in San Francisco to what's happening in space. And I sound like a broken Motown record, but I encourage everyone to start their own blog! Writing always enriches your being and sharpens your communication skills in general. And that is a FACT. Remember always that with each blog entry you write, you become slightly more experienced in journalism, and slightly closer to mastering the King's English! So the next time your friend (or foe) attacks you for dweebing inside a blog site for an hour at a time, I just gave you some ammo for a counterattack.
Also, I will grab a digital camera next week to pepper this blog with my own photo essays. One thing I've been dying to do is to snap a few photos each day of sights, highlights, mishaps, protests, and other drama that happens constantly on this street corner that we call Ground Zero.  | (office with
outrageous rent) | Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays are especially good for this. And I have that eagle-eye view of the whole area, so why not exploit it a little. In the photo to the left, highlighted, you can get an idea of just how much of a view I have out of those square Gregorian bay windows.
Tonight, the typical crowds are scampering around the area, with those damn insurmountable megaphone protesters in front of Badlands... I can't even understand what's coming out of that megaphone. "Hawk hawk, fawk the walk, Les tawked-a-chalk, don't hawk-a-bawk!!!" If you're going to protest retail discrimination, speak clearly so someone can understand. (for you non-SF lads and ladies, Badlands is a bar whose owner was recently charged with racial discrimination by our city govt.).
Oh, and Critical Mass will be great photo fodder when those hundreds of crazy bicyclists come rolling through here. I can't wait to snap pictures of drivers getting out of their cars and shouting because one of the "massers" nestled their bike up against their front fender, stopping them cold. I wonder if I would do the same if I owned a car and was trying to get home after a long day of work. Probably not. I am one of those uncommonly docile drivers who enjoy every second in my car, bearing a smile even if some drunk smashes into my arse with his Hummer.
I can't help but to sometimes glance out my window pane and see who's holding hands with whom each week, sometimes thinking about adding it to a blog. "Oh, there goes Rob with Blob, hmmm last week he was holding hands with Glob. Too bad for his ex, Slob." No, I'm just kidding. I'm not all that voyeuristic, and I hardly recognize any mug around here, even after 6 years!
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