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Der Kommissar gedum, uh oh.
Cities 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.