Showing posts with label America. Show all posts
Showing posts with label America. Show all posts
Oct 11, 2016
Jun 6, 2016
NYC (2)
Apr 30, 2015
"My friends who live in the area, let me know! Is there some sort of zombie apocalypse hitting town?" --- Seattle 8)
Apr 20, 2015
The walk along the water front --- Seattle (7)
We're on 81 Vine Street, two blocks from the water front, which was remodeled during the 80's to provide the ideal outdoor experience of city living. We go for a stroll every day in the afternoon, especially now, with the weather picture perfect.
The Alaskan Way, on the water front, in Northern direction |
400 meters into this (Americans are learning about meters), past Pier 69, where the Elliot Bay Trail begins. |
Apr 19, 2015
Forks (2) --- Seattle (6)
Apr 18, 2015
Forks --- Seattle (5)
Forks. Forks? Bear with us, we'll explain later (next post). For the time being, let's note that Forks is the most precipitous town in the continental United States, rain-wise. Precipitatous, as it were. It's perched between the Olympic Mountains and the Pacific Ocean. 150 miles to the west of Seattle. We must visit. |
150 miles. That's a long drive. We must get up early and catch the 8:25 AM ferry to Bainbridge. That's the view this morning, from our apartment, of Mount |
Dec 24, 2014
Jamie 1.0 (teaser)
Today, our new flash story appeared on the pages of Gay Flash Fiction. Here's a teaser:
“I’m married to this gentleman,” I say to the immigration officer on SFO and point at Chang behind the yellow line. She beams at us and waves him forward. Some court has just overturned California’s ban on gay marriage.
“You’ll be staying in the city, right?”
“The first few days.”
“If you like go places, you must have lunch at the River’s End. You know the Russian River? She draws a map on a sheet of immigration paper.
We rent a cheap place in Guerneville (on the Russian River), an hour and a half north of the city. I’m working on my book, Chang is tending to the kitchen garden we inherited from previous tenants.
The weather is California-perfect and I’m sitting on the porch. I get up at 4 AM to write and can’t concentrate in the afternoon. The place next door is (even) more run-down than ours. And makes angry noises. It moans and cusses with the voice of a middle-aged woman---about---Jamie. A boy sits on a camping chair outside. His face is blank. He gets up and disappears.
Repeat, basically, for several days or weeks. We’ve met the woman in the meantime. We talked once, which was a mistake, we’re her enemies too, now.
“Jamie is a sweet name,” I say to Chang, “she must have loved him once.”
For the full story, follow the link. NB: The first paragraph is true-true. This really happened to us on our arrival in San Francisco this spring.
Jamie |
“I’m married to this gentleman,” I say to the immigration officer on SFO and point at Chang behind the yellow line. She beams at us and waves him forward. Some court has just overturned California’s ban on gay marriage.
“You’ll be staying in the city, right?”
“The first few days.”
“If you like go places, you must have lunch at the River’s End. You know the Russian River? She draws a map on a sheet of immigration paper.
*°*
We rent a cheap place in Guerneville (on the Russian River), an hour and a half north of the city. I’m working on my book, Chang is tending to the kitchen garden we inherited from previous tenants.
*°*
The weather is California-perfect and I’m sitting on the porch. I get up at 4 AM to write and can’t concentrate in the afternoon. The place next door is (even) more run-down than ours. And makes angry noises. It moans and cusses with the voice of a middle-aged woman---about---Jamie. A boy sits on a camping chair outside. His face is blank. He gets up and disappears.
*°*
Repeat, basically, for several days or weeks. We’ve met the woman in the meantime. We talked once, which was a mistake, we’re her enemies too, now.
*°*
“Jamie is a sweet name,” I say to Chang, “she must have loved him once.”
For the full story, follow the link. NB: The first paragraph is true-true. This really happened to us on our arrival in San Francisco this spring.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 15, 2014
Apr 6, 2014
San Francisco (10) --- Camp Meeker
À la recherche du temps perdu...along those lines: how does one manage to arrive in San Francisco? We apparently can't make it stick. So we're now in Camp Meeker, 1:30 hours north of SF, in serious Redwood country.
We already had dinner at the Bistrot des Garçon in nearby Occidental.
Easy |
The view from the terrace |
Mar 23, 2014
San Francisco (5) Potrero Hill
Potrero Hill, that's where we reside, on 1229 de Haro Street. "Potrero" means paddock in English, and the place probably was a paddock before the city took over. The neighborhood is still Spanish (mostly).
1229, de Haro Street --- we're on the second floor, left (Chang in the left corner) |
Opposite side of the street |
Mar 20, 2014
San Francisco (3) Flight 370
Lets start with a picture:
Flight 370, that would be Malaysian Air, the missing plane. Not Flight 545 to San Francisco though, because that would be Lufthansa, our flight from Frankfurt.
You guessed right, our conspiracy theories would revolve around sex and crime, and our departure would be supposedly a real story (I mean, we would start with a real story), told by a stewardess (female flight attendant) who enters the cockpit---spoiler alert---never thought about this, no word is safe in English---and finds the autopilot on, and---spoiler alert---pilot and copilot in the nude, and in a significant embrace. They got fired, supposedly, the---no spoiler alert---fucking pilots. Perhaps they went on to work for Malaysian Air, and---spoiler alert (in the sense that the remainder of this sentence is real silly)---and had it in their contract that they would have to fly Flight 69 only. No, that's not what I wanted to say. I wanted to say that one fine day, namely on March 7---spoiler alert---that they forgot to switch the autopilot on.
Along those lines. In the meantime, let's marvel at the brilliance of our colleagues from the Huffpost blog, who use the following picture---spoiler alert
---to illustrate a post about the search for the missing plane.
Next SF post here. Previous SF post here.
Malaysia Airline advertisement (as found on Facebook; perhaps you can explain to us why a normal Boing 777 has only two engines, instead of four) |
Flight 370, that would be Malaysian Air, the missing plane. Not Flight 545 to San Francisco though, because that would be Lufthansa, our flight from Frankfurt.
You guessed right, our conspiracy theories would revolve around sex and crime, and our departure would be supposedly a real story (I mean, we would start with a real story), told by a stewardess (female flight attendant) who enters the cockpit---spoiler alert---never thought about this, no word is safe in English---and finds the autopilot on, and---spoiler alert---pilot and copilot in the nude, and in a significant embrace. They got fired, supposedly, the---no spoiler alert---fucking pilots. Perhaps they went on to work for Malaysian Air, and---spoiler alert (in the sense that the remainder of this sentence is real silly)---and had it in their contract that they would have to fly Flight 69 only. No, that's not what I wanted to say. I wanted to say that one fine day, namely on March 7---spoiler alert---that they forgot to switch the autopilot on.
Along those lines. In the meantime, let's marvel at the brilliance of our colleagues from the Huffpost blog, who use the following picture---spoiler alert
"I wonder where they are." |
---to illustrate a post about the search for the missing plane.
Next SF post here. Previous SF post here.
Jan 11, 2014
Oct 28, 2013
Relax (Tony)
(0.5 million page views in one week. 10k likes. Where could that be?)
Yes, it's San Francisco, CA, the city of our dreams.
Jun 21, 2013
The mice of the world are meeting to invent a worser mouse trap
Emma Thompson recommended it as compulsory literature for all politicians.
It's set in the Okefenokee swamp, only a few miles from Waycross (where the offices of Doyle-Roy Hunnsbruck are located).
And only a few miles from Monroeville, where Ben's parents live.
We knew nothing about it, of course, it never traveled to Europe.
Pogo Possum, the comic strip by Walt Kelly
These are a few lines gleaned from the strip
We'd love to use the dialect as well, if we only could learn it...
...perhaps after living a few month in Georgia, somewhere in a rural community...
...where people are eager to share their vernacular with strangers?
Forget it.
Here are a few more lines:
Walt Kelly |
Aug 20, 2012
The Kingdom, debt, and Paul Ryan
We received several political emails from Perry (him from the Kingdom). In the first email, he writes: | ||
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On the VP Ryan front: He has our vote.
In the second, he writes:
The US problem is debt. We are floating in debt and O'b [Obama] is simply not willing to address the problem.
And in the third, he writes...
...let's interrupt briefly here, and go to a source that has shown it ability to bring a syllogism home, to quote a source correctly, and to win the Nobel price in economics, and this source writes in its latest post:
Let’s look at what Ryan's budget actually proposes (as opposed to vaguely promises) in its first decade.
VP hopeful Ryan |
First, there are a set of tax cuts for higher income brackets and corporations. The Tax Policy Center estimates the cost of these tax cuts, relative to current policy, at $4.3 trillion
Jul 17, 2012
Tell me why America is the greatest country in the world
This is how Aaron Sorkin's HBO series Sixty Minutes opens, folks:
Mar 8, 2012
On the cover of the Rolling Stones --- no, wrong, the New Yorker
You get it? It's about Seamus, Romney's wonderdog, the dog that was driven by the future President on the top of the family car to Canada (a country with universal health care). After that, Seamus ran away. Want to know more about Seamus? Click here.
In her NYT column, Gail Collins remarks that "Neil Swidey, the Boston Globe reporter who first broke the Seamus story in 2007, wrote recently that he had been avoiding a return to the topic for fear that some day the dog would wind up in the lead of his obituary." Haha (means: "lol").
Aug 17, 2011
Jul 11, 2011
Inappropriate same-gender or opposite-gender sexual harassment, adultery or intrusively intimate commingling among attracteds (restrooms, showers, barracks, tents, etc.)
Rick Santorum and Michele Bachmann have signed a pledge, which obliges them to monogamy and more.
The pledge, in its preamble, carried the following statement (later removed from the website):
M& is glad to help out (ranking on the scale of 1 - 10)
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The pledge, in its preamble, carried the following statement (later removed from the website):
Slavery had a disastrous impact on African-American families, yet sadly a child born into slavery in 1860 was more likely to be raised by his mother and father in a two-parent household than was an African-American baby born after the election of the USA‟s first African-American President.As to the pledge itself, Michele Bachmann and Rick Santorum "vow":
Support for the enactment of safeguards for all married and unmarried U.S. Military and National Guard personnel, especially our combat troops, from inappropriate same-gender or opposite-gender sexual harassment, adultery or intrusively intimate commingling among attracted (restrooms, showers, barracks, tents, etc.)You've any idea what this could mean, "same gender commingling among attracted?"
M& is glad to help out (ranking on the scale of 1 - 10)
Same gender commingling among attracted (3) |
Same gender commingling among attracted (6) |
Same gender commingling among attracted (9) |
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