Yesterday my friend Wendi was speaking about the way primitive cultures used to have ceremonies where they danced, inhaled from pipes, and found ways to take the edge off of ordinary community life. And right around the corner we ran into the Howard (How Weird!) Street Fair.
This is one of the things I love about San Francisco. More street fairs, parades, displays of public nudity, dancing, protests or combinations of the above than any place I've ever lived. No one here seems to object to just about any reason to gather. And the average age, no matter where you are chronologically, is just about 27.
*Please note that after my camera's battery died a girl came riding around wearing pink fur pants and a metallic silver shirt, on a silver bicycle with bubbles coming out of the back....
San Francisco is one of those cities where even the hipsters are, for the most part, nice people.
So long, tink.
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latethink--the joy of the cell phone is hard to deny but the battery dies just at the worst moments. I think san franciscans have to have a bit of a soft spot for hipsters or else parts of this city would be like wearing a hairshirt...
(of course I've always secretly wondered what would THAT be like...)
Loved the word picture of the girl on the bike. What fun. Tink is cool, but it's the foreground of that photo that has me wondering...
When I was little we went to San Francisco semi-regularly. There was a pet shop on Maiden Lane and the owner had a monkey that would sit on my shoulder. Therefor, I love San Francisco. My sister moved to San Francisco after college and lived there for nine years before love moved her away. She still misses it.
ha....was just thinking recently how oz and neverland differ in that even though dorothy only saw color in oz she still longed for "no place like" plain old kansas home, whereas pan is resplendent with nostalgia mainly for adventureland. wendy of pan has, one suspects, has a little more dorothy in her. but that's not necessarily the one of this tale =)
I so envy you for having ever had a real monkey on your shoulder though. that's an adventure. I've been down maiden lane but with no such luck. unfortunately.