Daylight saving

The last couple of weekends are why so many people (like this person) mortgage their souls to live here. It's been beautiful. I'm trying to spend as much time as possible outside, and it's been easy to find great excuses for it.

First there was the insane soapbox derby in Dolores Park:



Then Cooly (aka Little Marlow) had three days of open studios to show her artwork:

this photo doesn't include cooly's art, but that is her hand

Then Megan very wisely decided it was picnic time:


There are more pictures of all the excitement over in my Mission album.

Upstairs neighbor haiku

THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP
THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP CRASH! THUMP
THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP

More bitter haiku is here.

Third time's a charm

I seem to have a constant election theme going on at BCB headquarters, but I promise I still think/talk/read about lots of other things. Just humor me one more time here.

A post I wrote about last Thursday's fundraiser was posted today in the San Francisco magazine blog. Please click through at your leisure.

And as long as we're on the subject, my fellow volunteer Rachel Sarah wrote about the first Power of Words event over on her blog, with a couple of photos courtesy of my trusty Pentax.

OK, moving on: My next post won't involve a single Obama pun. You can Barack my head if I'm lying.

Obamottoman

Today, in the annals of ridiculousness:

As reported by everyone's favorite snarky blogger, The Hater, a furniture store in New York has started selling a matching chair and ottoman covered in a print of Almost President Obama's face. For $2,495. Choice quote: "It's just disgusting when fancy furniture stores make their overpriced wares so partisan."

In more promising news, I'm volunteering tomorrow at another literary Obama fundraiser where famous writers say pithy things for a very good cause. Pledges are already at $150K! I wish somebody would add just a little more to the check to cover the balance on my college loans, but it's probably gauche to ask.

Photos from the first Power of Words event are over here.

Yeti sighting

On my way down to the laundry room, I crossed paths with one of my neighbors. He's in his 70s, with a gentleman's brogue, and he usually calls me Jennifer (the friend who passed this apartment along to me). Tonight, he called me Anna.

Him: "Hello, Anna. So were you watching the debate?"
Me: "Yes, I was listening to it."
Him: "McCain seems much better suited for the job, don't you agree?"
Me: [Masking incredulity with broad smile] "Well. I have to say I don't. But they both . . ." [struggling for diplomacy] ". . . made some good points."
Him: "I can practically see him in the president's chair!"
Me: [Escaping out the back door]

In this month's issue of San Francisco, we published a short piece about local McCain supporters called "The Loneliest Republicans in the World." I figured they all lived in Pac Heights, but it turns out there's one just upstairs.

Weddings & waterfalls

For all you romance junkies, some pictures from my childhood friend Danielle's wedding to a sweet guy named Jeremy (full set here). For anyone who's keeping track, I went straight there from my citizenry jaunt in Boston.

They had the only themed wedding I've ever been to: "The Golden Age of Hollywood." I figured it was just a great excuse to wear stuff with fringe.




While I was in Portland, I stayed with my old neighbors Nikki and Gregg in their awesome green house. On Sunday, we went to Columbia River Gorge for a beautiful hike in the rain (full set here):




Now that the epic wedding season is winding down, I think I'll rest my feet until next year rolls around (woo hoo, Avi and Jenny!). Yeah, my dancing shoes are falling apart—but I can still bring the fringe.