I spoke to the press tonight (a neighbor and I did), to an awesome crew of broadcast journalists from KTVU FOX2 led by Jana Katsuyama, about the situation on Willow Street, the notorious alley about which I’ve previously written (without naming it because, y’ know, security). My weeping Willow. Five years I’ve seen that street […]
Tag: Bay Area
For the Record
Alright. I cannot let the rest of the year go by without saying something. Here it goes. Ready? OK. Hunties. If you are exercising your privilege for beyond-stoopid, selfish shit like, say, to complain about – oh dear – having had to wait much too long (in your ass-timation) for a free sample at the […]
Impeach
Impeach. If I had one wish, it would be impeach and remove, but let’s def impeach Donald Trump, and let him deal with the consequences of his actions, for a change, OK. Blaze new trail, America, you go. Remind the world why this country was chosen as the home of Lady Liberty. Look, personal feelings aside, […]
Ryan & Brisa
These are the cold and gloomy and rainy and hard wet San Francisco nights and days when I remember and think about people like Ryan and his girlfriend, Brisa. We talked back in September, after his tallness and her shortness caught my attention when I was out with the pooch. They couldn’t have been nicer. […]
BFE FTW
That Badass Female Energy (B. F. E. – get it?) was in the air this year. We saw a handful of powerhouse artists do their thing this summer (🎧➡️ you know the Playlist), and then we saw Madonna. It rained on us the night in May we saw Florence + the Machine. A lot. Traffic was […]
John on Polk Street
Oh the things you do when you go out to walk your dog…. The happy things you do when you’re out with your dog. There is an elderly man I met down on Polk Street near Pacific late last month, right before Thanksgiving. I’d spotted him a couple of streets earlier and noticed that his […]
Alexandra & Skyler
Alexandra from somewhere down the peninsula and her fiercely devoted dog Skyler slept out in the cold next to Elm Street last night, San Francisco. She’s been unhoused for about a year now and, by her own admission, she does need and she wants to get her shit together. She’s trying to get off the […]
#Julián2020
We hardly ever talk about U.S. American relations vis-à-vis the rest of the American continent. I’m from Peru; here going on 20 years. Came for college; stayed for the freedom and the family I found here. Here, where I enjoy certain (shared…for now?) privileges that are still out reach for many in South America, Peru […]
If You See Something…
If you see something, San Francisco, then, by all means, fucking say or do something. Earlier this evening, a man was picked up by a team of first responders from right outside a Van Ness Avenue cell-phone store, to be taken to the hospital, probably to die, possibly to live. I hope he lives. I […]
Gratitude
What a year it’s been between Thanksgivings. I love this gosh darn American holiday now. I’ve been here 20 years next year, and I never realized how much Thanksgiving had become a part of me until now. In 2013, I celebrated back home in Peru. That was a tough year. It was the only year […]
King of Cups 