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Der Kommissar gedum, uh oh.
Mar. 28th, 2001 07:35 pmCities are dirty, and depressing and not greatly inspiring feelings of safety.
But at the top of Potrero Hill, San Francisco is one of the prettiest cities I know of. Within a span of two blocks, I had a view in all four cardinal compass points. Clouds lazily curling around the mountains, the ever-totemic Golden Gate Bridge, the Exploratorium, the Pacific one way and the Bay lurking off to the side. For the world is hollow, and I have touched the sky.
I went into the city today, and had lunch with Gayle. We commiserated, job stuff, boy stuff, and had fried banana with coconut ice cream. Plus lots and lots of biking. I knew there was a station at 22nd on the far side of the hill, but the streets have a strong habit of not connecting. A street would run for a block or two, then cul de sac, I'd backtrack and run another street for a while, and repeat the process. Finally I hit the bay and lots of docks and industrial parks. There's this odd little park at the end of 24th, a circle of asphalt around some scrubby grass held up out of the bay by a wash of crumbling concrete. Very odd, kind of incongruous, but strangely pleasing.
But at the top of Potrero Hill, San Francisco is one of the prettiest cities I know of. Within a span of two blocks, I had a view in all four cardinal compass points. Clouds lazily curling around the mountains, the ever-totemic Golden Gate Bridge, the Exploratorium, the Pacific one way and the Bay lurking off to the side. For the world is hollow, and I have touched the sky.
I went into the city today, and had lunch with Gayle. We commiserated, job stuff, boy stuff, and had fried banana with coconut ice cream. Plus lots and lots of biking. I knew there was a station at 22nd on the far side of the hill, but the streets have a strong habit of not connecting. A street would run for a block or two, then cul de sac, I'd backtrack and run another street for a while, and repeat the process. Finally I hit the bay and lots of docks and industrial parks. There's this odd little park at the end of 24th, a circle of asphalt around some scrubby grass held up out of the bay by a wash of crumbling concrete. Very odd, kind of incongruous, but strangely pleasing.