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04 October 2003

Boy Howdy Shakespeare in the Afternoon

I totally loved it. Oh...such fun Shakespeare with a tango motif. We went to Calshakes production of Much Ado About Nothing. It was very funny. 'Ado' is one of my favorite plays by the Bearded One and justice was done by the cast. Brun's Amphitheater in Orinda is a great space. Whether you go at night or during the day, as we did this afternoon. Funny thing though. One of the people who went with us did something that I admit, I'm still a little steamed over. Let me go back first. I remember going to see the Minnie Driver flick RETURN TO ME when it was in theaters. Right about the point in the film that David Duchovny starts crying while trying to explain to the dog that his wife is dead, some chick's cellphone rings. Now, that annoyed me, I mean, turn the thing off when going into the movies, but what annoyed me no end was the fact that she took the call! Admittedly, I have a thing about cellphones in public spaces, but really do you need to chat on the phone while in a movie theater? Back to the play, before the show starts, the house manager asks us very nicely to take that opportunity to turn off cell phones and pagers. Well, guess what? Miss My-Life-Is-So-Much-More-Important-Than-Yours' cell rings. And what does she do? Turn off the ringer? No. She answers the phone. During the play. Does she then get up and walk out of the auditorium so as not to disturb the other audience members who payed FORTY DOLLARS A TICKET!? No, there she sits on her denim-clad butt and carries on a conversation for two or three minutes until people shush her. It's just...just...so...disrespectful. Of the performers, the audience, even her friends, who are sitting next to her trying to resist the temptation to pretend they don't know her. Okay, it makes me a little crazy. But then I drove back toward the bridge and San Francisco was blanketed in sunlight and fog, looking for all the world like Brigadoon, Oz, or any other enchanted city you could name, and I felt better. Grabbed a bottle of wine from Trader Joes (Australian Shiraz, tres yummy) and a rock shrimp quesadilla at Pancho's. And settled end to waste the rest of my evening with reckless abandon. You know what they say: All's Well That End's Well. --dB

13 September 2003

Life is like a box of chocolates...

Well, the kids have started school, which of course means I have tons of free time during the day. Time to explore the city, time to catch up with myself, find cool little cafe's for writing or reading, lovely long walks, hanging out on the beach. Maybe you can tell that I've been looking forward to the time off. So why have I spent the first three days of the new school year indoors, with a migraine? The body wants, what the body wants. The summer's eleven hour days were a bit much. The grind definitely took it's toll on my body. Oh well, there is tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow... Life is like a box of chocolates...you never know what you're going to get. ---dB

07 September 2003

A beautiful day in the neighborhood..

I love San Francisco in the streets. People everywhere, crushing their way down sidewalks over flowing onto streets lined with booths and musicians. Red-shirted teenagers with whistles are trying to clear the pedestrians for the oncoming parade. The Autumn Moon Festival is being celebrated in Chinatown. It's a great day. Beautiful weather, beautiful people and lunch with friends at the Clay Pot. I had a lovely lazy day. Sunday buses are wonderful things; not too crowded, people are relaxed and chatty. Well dressed. Or not. Anyway, it was very nice to schlep downtown with ten or fifteen of my fellow San Franciscans and new best friends. After the Clay Pot I walked to the Metreon for a re-viewing of the ITALIAN JOB. And yes, Jason Statham does hold up...Handsome Rob indeed. What could be the perfect end to a perfect day? A misty Sunset and sushi from Nagano. Loverly. ---dB

03 September 2003

Will the real General Cranky please stand up?

I live in San Francisco. I'm in San Francisco. I am living in San Francisco. Weird. I've lived twenty-five years of my not terribly big, not terribly interesting life, in one not terribly big, not terribly interesting town on the outskirts of the Bay Area. But now, I've moved to the City on the Bay, where everything is considerably larger...except for me. I am sinking like a stone to the bottom of the ocean and soon my body will collapse into itself, unable to bear the pressure of the vast, dark, deep. It's an odd feeling. You spend your life surrounded by people. The same people. That isn't what it sounds like. It's not boring, or confining or annoying. Okay...it is all of those things. But it just isn't those things. There is comfort in living your life among people who have known you all of your life. People who know your moods without explanation. Growing up in a semi-small town is a little like living in the theme song to CHEERS. However, being grown up in a semi-small town make you remember the first word of that song. "Sometimes." There comes a point when you would like to change, or would like people to notice the changes you've already made by treating you differently. But of course they don't. You're like wallpaper. They looked at you once when you were nine and haven't really taken a look to note the changes the years have wrought. Anyway, enough whining, presently, I will sort myself out. Yes, I feel a little isolated. Yes, this is a big adjustment. But yes, I'm glad I'm here and yes I love this city. And yes, soon, you'll have to watch my dust. ---dB