Describe

What is my blog about. It was originally started to document my last days in San Francisco. But it hasnt quite turned out that way completely. Last night, I was telling my friend that it doesn't matter to me how many people read my blog. It was certainly true in the beginning when I knew that nobody knew about it and so it didn't matter. Now if the people, who do know, aren't reading, then are they passing a judgment on my abilities, my life..? So, I'm not so sure.
What I probably meant to say was I'm not going to try..

What is my blog about? As I told a friend of mine - "It has got nothing clever, political, philosophical, artistic or related to sports, current affairs, etc." Then?

My blog is about me. The part of me that I'm willing to share.

Prairie Home Companion

So. I subscribe to podcasts from Prairie Home Companion. It is hard to describe what kind of a show it is. But whatever it is, I must've looked like quite the fool on the Bart today - staring into infinity, sipping on my coffee and giggling uncontrollably.
I feel too tired to write much tonight but I want to sign off like Garrison Kellor.

"And thats the news from Lake Wobegon - where all the women are strong, all the men are good looking and all the children are ... above average"

Twitterish - Wisdom

Couldnt let this wise dollop go. Posting it so I dont forget. Courtesy, a friend, MD, who is unsympathetic towards hypochondriacs

"Marriages are not about showing someone else how horrible they are by falling sick.."

Twitterish - Ice Cream

Sitting down with a pint of Dulce De Leche from Mitchell's Icecream and can only say one thing about it. Pretty fucking awesome! A thought - a pound of icecream can make me only a pound heavier?

Stairways of San Francisco

So. I was going to blog on the Bart, for the first time, from my phone. But the browser would not recognize the text-entry box(?) and I couldn't.
When I got back home I couldnt remember what it was that I wanted to write about anymore. I had to go back to my phone to see if the blog title was still there. And the title, as you can see/read is "Stairways of San Francisco".
I found a book about them in my house. It is my house-mate's and I've seen it a few times before , but back then I had no free time whatsoever. And socializing always took precedence over tourist-ing. Since I still feel like a tourist here and I've been so burrowed in the Mission neighborhood, I've been looking for ways to see more of the city. And this book seems like a treasure-map for such idle activity. Reading the book I realized that without knowing it, I've already been on four such stairway walks.
- One is in Bernal Heights. I found it when I first moved here and decided to walk up to the top of the hill. I ran into this beautiful garden which lead into a staircase which kept cutting through people's backyards, trees, streets to get to the hill. It was really amazing.
- Another was the stairway somewhere close to the Embarcadero leading up to the Coit Tower, which is famous, anyway. I walked there from the Farmer's Market at the Ferry Building, so it cant be that hard to find.
- Another was in Potrero Hill which I ran into when I got lost looking for a room to rent. I remember thinking that this is really weird. But I have no idea where it was and dont remember what I saw, though.
- The last one is part of the Grand Walk near Cliff House in Outer Richmond which shows up after a short, beautiful hike through some awesome views of the coast and of the Golden Gate Bridge. I didnt finish climbing this one because both the times I was there, the light was fading and I had to walk back soon.
So, I want to go explore one more stairway during the week. I was looking for somebody to go with but I didnt find any, which sucks. Truly sucks. Who knows though, there is still time..

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PS : My favorite part of the Bart ride every morning to the South Bay is the stretch near Daly City. The train is so high up that there is, for a brief moment, an illusion of flying in a plane. And the sudden appearance of thick fog also makes it easy for you to pretend that its not just a drab workplace you are headed towards, but rather you are on a long journey through a different Dickensian world/age..Too bad, it just doesnt last very long.

Saturday Night

And I am blogging. So that itself tells a story.
But I'm not here to tell stories, am I? What I am here for is to impart wisdom that I've acquired in the last 24 hours. So, lend me your eyeballs -

1. Disco-night is not fun if you are not tipsy (maybe not even if you are). And sometimes it does make more sense to spend the extra five bucks on cover. But you've got to try and make the best of any situation. So, Dance..
2. Remove the metal foil before uncorking wine bottles. Especially if you have to do it all and pour it fast.
3. Half a tub of ice-cream might give you a sore throat.
4. Even if you don't like hip-hop music, sometimes it is better to go with the flow if you have nothing better to do.

I wanted to stay in an hour ago. I made myself some good hot tea and downed a glass of Emergen-C and took a nice long shower in between. Now that I'm feeling better, I'm not so sure about staying in now. But maybe rest is not an overrated concept...

Lazy Title

So. A good thing about blogging is how a day seems suddenly eventful and interesting when you've written about it. I guess, there is something to, not just thinking about, but actually literally counting your blessings.

Now, time for the Pond's wisdom chunk for the day.

"If you're going to a family dinner and there is a little kid who is prone to shouting, shrieking, crying and running around when scared... Shave!"

Finally friday and for the first time in weeks, I have no plans whatsoever for the weekend. It feels almost as if the weekend has crept up on me. I'm not sure how I feel about that. Here's to good times waiting around the blind corner!