So this morning I slept in good and hard. I like sleeping in and while I still plan on building a real bed, money allowing, the sleeping bag on the floor ... so firm, really really comfortable, if a bit chilly at night.
Today I jumped in the car and hit San Francisco all by my lonesome. I got off the highway as soon as I hit a traffic jam. I headed through some streets, over some hills, though a few neighborhoods. By sheer chance I passed right by Brandon Long's apartment, and later I'm pretty sure I was really close to Joe and Lorah's.
When I hit Market Street I found some parking on Larkin between Golden Gate and McAllister. I'll tell you this, as a young driver parallel parking isn't the easiest thing in the world. As a young driver from Illinois, parallel parking on a hill is a real pain in the ass.
Fortunately, it was an SUV downhill from me with this big pedestrian grater on the front, so my bumping against it left no visible damage. It's good to know those things are good for something - parking practice.
I walked down the Street, and saw the gold-gilded City Hall ... a very nice building with a rotunda that looks more like a state capital than anything else. Chicago's City Hall is this large, square, concrete building that takes up a city block and extends right to the sidewalk. This contraption has state flags and well-kept palm trees all in a row up front of it.
I had to pee and so stepping in to the nearest municipal building realized I was entering the library. Well, after finding the bathroom, which reminded me of this bathroom I think it was in a Terminator movie, where there was a center kiosk with sinks and mirrors, then some urinals, and toilets. Well, I recall this movie where Arnold, I think it was, was hiding in the bathroom, and he and the bad guy shot it to shreds and scared this poor dude on the toilet who was reading as he went about his business.
I also registered for my Library Card. I figure it'd make mom proud.
I spent some time checking out the library. The architecture is very modern, lots of metal and glass. Nowhere near as big as the University Library (I think Illinois has the largest Library in the country.) or the Harold Washington Library, but a nice place all the same.
Leaving the Library, I found myself in a BART station, marveling at the eight or so transit systems in the area and thinking to myself what a nice thing it is that they saw fit to unify the transit system in Chicago back in 1945. BART isn't a normal subway - it doesn't go around the city, it goes through it. It's a regional system. But then to call San Francisco a city would be to consider Chicago to stop at Fullerton. Errr, well, I really can't compare. If you think of the Bay Area as a whole as a city, it starts to make sense, only you have to see the business district - the downtown areas, spread out among a few urban centers instead of one single one.
And interesting place.
Walking back toward the car, (I'd left late and downtown San Francisco was a bit dead.) I came back by City Hall and its surrounding government building comrades. There were these fat pigeons sitting casually on the sidewalk. Well, I had to stoop and study them. Haven't seen pigeons for a while. I walked closer, and closer, in a non-threatening way, interested what sort of personal space they wanted. Hard-core street pigeons aren't afraid of people, they just like to have enough distance to get out of the way and not get squished. Well, turning away from the pigeons I found myself talking to this writer / sometimes homeless guy named David.
We talked about pigeons, about how they feed cooperatively, without fighting. He said he'd seen a lady feeding a blind pigeon earlier on. A blind pigeon is a severely fucked animal. Since they bob their heads for balance, I guess using their eyes ... well this guy kept falling over as he walked. She kept throwing the food close to him, so maybe he could smell it and get at it. Was that a cruel thing to do, David mused?
Looking at that question now, I suppose if you can't put the thing out of its misery, there there's nothing cruel in trying to help it find life comfortable.
Anyway, I headed back, through the streets, finding myself on the highway, and back. I'm at work now, trying to help clean a few ends here at Tellme. Joe's having a pizza party at his house at seven. It's 1808h here. This is no ordinary pizza party though, he says they're FedExing pizza from several pizzerias in Chicago and they're going to compare to some pizza home made on the part of his roommate.
All I've eaten today is a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios, so I'm certainly in the mood for pizza!
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