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50 Reasons I’m Thankful To Live In San Francisco

In November, the Village Voice published 50 Reasons To Be Pretty Damn Euphoric You Live In New York City.  I’m not arguing with them – God knows I miss NYC – but I immediately started thinking about a similar list for San Francisco.  I haven’t been here too long, and my activity in the city is limited, so this is just one person’s very specific list.

(I gladly welcome input on this, especially when it comes to something I’ve left off, which will probably be because I just haven’t experienced it yet.)

50 Reasons I’m Thankful Every Day To Live In The San Francisco Bay Area

“San Francisco is 49 square miles surrounded by reality.” -Jefferson Airplane

50. Apartments come stocked with dishwashers. Not necessary, but very convenient.

49. It’s easy to avoid Starbucks and patronize independent coffee shops. (But it’s also easy to find a Starbucks if you need that peppermint white mocha.)

48. The carousel at the San Francisco Zoo.

47. There is always someone crazier than you. Always.

46. The view from the Golden Gate Bridge.

45. The many views of the Golden Gate Bridge.

44. Cable cars: the city’s moving landmarks.

43. Driving around the city and realizing you’re on the street where Full House was filmed…or Mrs. Doubtfire…or Invasion of the Body Snatchers. You know, any of your childhood favorites.

42. You don’t have to be a kid to love the Exploratorium.

41. Or, for that matter, the California Academy of Sciences.

40. That sense of superiority when you get to tell someone, “Don’t call it ‘Frisco.’”

39. Because the city is not strictly a grid, the feeling when you conquer the streets of San Francisco is one of invincibility! You are now unstoppable!

38. I’ve never seen curved escalators anywhere else besides Westfield Mall.

37. Some people are into tea. Those people love Lovejoys in Noe Valley.

36. “It’s an odd thing, but anyone who disappears is said to be seen in San Francisco. It must be a delightful city and possess all the attractions of the next world.” -Oscar Wilde

35. I’d rather have a spider or two in the corner, than a kitchen full of roaches (yuck).

34. Just south of San Francisco is Colma, where dead people outnumber the living.

33. Watching the fog creep in. You know it’s ruining the sunny day but you can’t stop watching.

32. Baker Beach (under the Golden Gate Bridge) is “frequented by clothing-optional sunbathers.” Our very own nude beach, so close to home!

31. Napa Valley and its myriad vineyards and tasting rooms are but a short car trip away.

30. The Crème Brûlée Cart: food always tastes better when you’ve had to hunt it down.

29. The other day, I saw a homeless man with a cat carrier. And he opened the door and a chicken walked out. And the chicken was on a leash and pecked in the grass while he smoked a cigarette. This was at 8:30 in the morning, and set the tone for the rest of my day: bizarre and wonderful.

28. Spending a summer afternoon browsing the boutiques. Even if you don’t spend anything.

27. There are streets, where you can look up, and even though you’re within the city limits, you’d never guess it.

26. On paper, it sounds kind of pathetic to take a number and wait in line for a half hour for an ice cream cone. Yet at Mitchell’s it’s worth it.

25. Descending into SFO through the fog and over the water…always takes my breath away for a second.

24. You gotta love friendly small talk with your Target cashier.

23. Checking out the pre-Broadway runs of shows that will be Tony winners in just a few years. Oh, to be able to say, “I saw it when.”

22. The Stairway Walks.

21. How many cities have built their own island, just for entertainment purposes?

20. The Giants winning the World Series – if you were in the city that night, you really felt like part of a 1,000,000-person family.

19. Can’t afford tickets to the SF Opera? No problem. They perform for free in Golden Gate Park, and simulcast certain operas to the big screen in AT&T Park.

18. Who needs Missed Connections? We’re not afraid to just talk to each other.

17. Visit the Dickens Faire at the Cow Palace in December, to get your 19th-century-London fix.

16. Sourdough bread is everywhere. Often scooped out, with soup in the middle.

15. If someone says, “How are the reviews for that show?” a valid answer is, “The little man is sitting up straight and clapping.”

14. If you don’t mind battling the tourists…a hot fudge sundae at Ghirardelli Square sure hits the spot.

13. San Francisco is like a thumbnail version of all the things that are awesome about the state of California.

12. Having the choice between taking public transit or driving yourself. San Franciscans love choice. You might even say we’re pro-choice.

11. Even the homeless people are friendly. San Francisco has some of the most polite homeless people ever.

10. You gotta give this city bonus points for springing up on those crazy hills.

9. I love me some shopping in Union Square. Especially at Christmas time!

8. The BART platforms have marks on the ground where the doors will line up. Make prewalking even easier.

7. Right across the Golden Gate Bridge from the bustling city, you can visit ancient, immense sequoias in Muir Woods.

6. This week, State Sen. Mark Leno introduced legislation that would require history classes to teach LGBT history, in an effort to increase awareness and thus reduce bullying.

5. 60 degrees year round, with a week of summer and a week of winter. Just enough time to enjoy the heat or the rain, and then back to regularly scheduled programming.

4. Drinks and dancing in the Castro.

3. After the 1906 earthquake and fire, Jack London said, “San Francisco is gone.” Well, we certainly proved him wrong. We are a resilient city of tenacious people.

2. I mean…I’m here. : )

1. In fact, lots of people leave the Bay Area…but lots of people come back home. There must be a reason why. I suppose it’s because it’s awesome!

 

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I know I’m the only person who’s still surprised whenever the fog rolls in…

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One day I’ll be grateful to get carded. For now, it’s still a nuisance.

Over the weekend I got carded for buying lottery tickets.  Not even real lottery tickets.  Dollar scratchers.

I went into the 7-11, mulled over the selection, and chose the two that weren’t Christmas-themed.  The woman said, “Over 18, right?” to which I smiled and said, “Yes.”  Because I am so clearly over 18.  Then she said, “Do you have ID?” to which I said, “Um…it’s in the car…hang on.”  At this point she’d already given me the tickets and I’d already paid for them in quarters.  I got my license – the first one I grabbed (out of my two California licenses with different last names and one NY state ID) happened to be the old one with the hole punched in it, and I expected her to tell me she needed a valid one, but apparently not.  I took my dollar scratchers and my 26-year-old self and left.

I would understand if I were getting carded for buying alcohol.  Even cigarettes.  But dollar scratchers?

I blame the woman at the place in the mall, where I went to get my bangs trimmed last Thursday.  I’ve been doing them myself since July and they were getting a little raggedy.  She said, “I remember you.  To your eyebrows, right?” and I said yes, and then she spritzed the heck out of them and started trimming.  By the time they were half-dry I knew they were too short and so did she.  I still tipped her, but every day I’m checking to see if they’re getting longer.  They are so not to my eyebrows.  Even Drew said I look like a little kid, and I think the subtext (that he had the decency not to say) was that I look like a little boy.  Oh well. 

The good thing about bangs is that they grow fast.  And from now on I’ll ask my friend Molly to do the trims I don’t just do myself (eyes crossed, in front of the mirror).

So I guess you could say I had an uneventful weekend.

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Cameraphone pictures

My phone had started throwing up this message whenever I tried to go to my message inbox: “Memory is 99% full.  Please delete some files and messages before continuing.”  I kept clearing out my inbox but it didn’t make the message go away.  I turned my phone all the way off and back on, because I’m of that “Did you try restarting it?” generation.  When even that didn’t work I was thinking maybe this was the beginning of the end – maybe I needed a new phone.  Then I mentioned it to my brother, who told me that pictures and messages use the same memory and maybe I had too many pictures.  Well, I did have something like 350 pictures in my phone, so on my Bart ride into work the other day, I set to work deleting the ones I didn’t need.

I deleted a lot of pictures that I’ve already uploaded to Facebook or here.  I also deleted all the blurry shots of, say, a woman wearing a bat-wings headband, or a picture of someone’s cute dog, or a lot of food pictures.  I also decided that if I couldn’t remember what a picture signified, then I would delete it.

After deleting over 100 blurry, duplicate, or pointless pictures, I still have a good representation of the last year or so.  Here are some of the “significant” photos I chose to keep.

Me, tiger mask, Dickens Faire
Disneyland last December
Drew wrapped in the GIANT afghan my mom made us
The set for Sunlight, my first show at MTC.
Equivocation set
My stage left view of Woody Guthrie
I just like these colors.
Me and Liz attempting to take a picture in front of Olsen Hall (the English building) at UC Davis.
In Hayes Valley - "Ecstasy" by Dan Das Mann and Karen Cusalito
My friend Christy's baby, Serenity.
Using the courtesy phone at the SF Opera's "Madama Butterfly."
Megan celebrating officially buying her wedding dress!

The following is a series of the weird toys my coworker keeps at her desk…

So weird. 

And last but  not least, this year’s Christmas tree!  I’ve just realized it’s not a very good picture.  But it conveys a certain holiday spirit.

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There’s been a change in me…

So last night found me watching Watch What Happens Live, an interview show where Andy Cohen talks with people from Bravo TV shows, particularly the Real Housewives.  His guest was Kim Zolciak, from The Real Housewives of Atlanta.  I think Atlanta is on the far trashy-and-stupid end of the Real Housewives spectrum, and so I spent the first 20 minutes of WWHL making fun of Kim (who is particularly trashy and stupid).  I called out her lack of interview skills (she spent a lot of time looking down or just not at Andy); when she said “Do I look fat or something?” I said yes; and I was eager to watch her “perform” one of her “songs” at the end of the show.

We came back from a commercial and she was sitting on a stool, sort of bobbing her head with a track, and then she started “singing” along with the pre-recorded song.  It was awful.  I mean, truly awful.  She’s not a good singer, but she also lacks any confidence, so her “dance moves” are all half-hearted and self-conscious.  Like when you watch a middle-school production of a musical where they all have to dance and sing.  It even fell out of the “delightfully bad” range and into “painful and pathetic.”

Afterwards, Andy told her she sounded great, which was sweet of him, I think he’s a nice guy who’s just stuck with a superficial job.  Then he started taking phone calls from viewers, one of whom asked Kim, “Will you ever sing without a track?”

Kim said, “Well, that was me singing, the microphone was a lot louder than the background singing.  So you heard me.”

The caller said, “But will you just sing now, without any music?”

So Kim kind of intoned, “I’m not a material girl…”

And then you heard the caller and her friends laughing hysterically.  And Kim looked down and away some more and didn’t really talk very much for the final couple minutes.

And I found myself suddenly feeling sympathy for the trashy, self-centered Real Housewife, with the giant blonde wigs and the short tight dresses and the married boyfriend (“Big Poppa”) and the “singing” career.

Jeez.  It’s like…you don’t want to feel sorry for them.  That ruins everything.  I think this may have changed, if not the way I view all the Real Housewives, then at least the way I view Kim.  Darn.

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Saturn: Calypso

There are a lot of things that could be fixed about my car.  It growls majorly when it’s cold, the colder the louder.  The brakes squeal occasionally.  Aesthetically, things are falling apart a little bit: the panel on the inside of the driver’s side door is coming off the frame…I never replaced that piece my brother knocked out one day in 2003…I spilled milk in there last week and didn’t get a chance to clean it up.  It needs a new quart of oil every couple months (where’s it going? I don’t know).  I did just put a new air filter in, so I feel good about that.  The windshield wipers need to be replaced.  It needs a wash, bad.  And a general tune-up.

I’m not the only one who’s impressed that A) my parents kept it for me during my NYC hiatus, and B) I’m driving it around now.  This is the car I drove in high school, man.  I got this car in 2001 and have put something like 100,000 miles on it since then.  I’m so grateful that it’s holding together and still running pretty well, but I’m not fooling myself that I’ll have it for another ten years.  I talk to it the way you’d talk to a stubborn horse that’s getting on in years: “Come on baby, I know you can do it…good job!  I’m so proud of you!”  I’ll be letting go of a big piece of my history when I finally have to break down and get a “new” car (especially since I think I’ll probably be abandoning the manual transmission for the more responsible and practical automatic transmission).

But there are days, like today, when it’s warmed up just enough to cut out the growl, and I drop it into fourth at just the right speed, and the road is just hilly and curvy enough to be fun, but the speed limit is still 50, and I feel like it just wants to GO.  The old horse has one last race left in her and she wants to run it.  And I’m like, “Yeah, okay, I’m 19 again, let’s do it, let’s just go.”

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A funny thing: a challenge!

Body image is a funny thing.  Don’t worry, this isn’t going to be some soapbox tirade about how commercials ruin women’s self esteem or how everyone is beautiful in his or her own way.

But this morning I found myself in the car, no external pressure or reason to be thinking this, but suddenly I was thinking about my “asymmetrical eyes” and wishing they were better matched.

That’s when I realized that this is something that I think really matter-of-factly about: on my worst days I even sometimes picture myself as wall-eyed.  I’m guessing that no one would call me that, or even pick on my eyes as being too small, or too narrow, or tell me that my eyelashes are too short and pale.  Yet these are all things that I sometimes hone in on when I look in the mirror or at a photograph.

Yesterday in rehearsal I overheard part of a conversation between two actors.  One (male) jokingly asked the other (female), “Well, do you like the way you look?”  After the slightest of pauses she replied “Um…sometimes, depends on the day.”

Now, this woman is like 5’10”, slender and blonde.  She has crazy long legs and big eyes.  I have been admiring her bangs for days.  But after I heard her say that, I wanted to pick her apart and figure out what it could possibly be that she wouldn’t like about her physical appearance.

The thing is, even if I could point to her and say “Her nose is too big” or “She has lopsided ears,” I bet the things she focuses in on when she looks in the mirror are not even things I could pick out.

Even Drew has mentioned things he would change about himself, things that I can’t see once he’s pointed them out.  So guys are not immune to this.

Body image is a funny thing. 

I have a confession.  (And I bet I’m not alone in this.)  Sometimes I stare in the mirror, but not in a negative way.  I admire things about myself, let myself obsess for five minutes or so about a feature I particularly like.  I feel like that has to be healthier than obsessing about something I can’t change anyway.

So if you dare, leave a comment with something you love about yourself.  Something specific and physical that you are really vain about.

I’ll even go first.  I am proud of my teeth.  I never had braces and they are really straight, and the right size for my face and for my mouth.  There, that wasn’t too bad.  Your turn.

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SF City Hall, and my face

Wish I could say I’ve been busy but really I’ve just been boring.  Next week should be more interesting though as I’m seeing a final dress rehearsal for Aida at the Opera, and then volunteering to help with their Opening Night gala…which is the Opening Night for the entire season, and takes place primarily in City Hall, and sounds AMAZING and I wish I had a ballgown and could attend. 

I was in City Hall today and fell in love with it.  If I was going to go the big-formal-wedding route (you know, in another dimension), I would want to do it here. 

 

 

Also, I just finished reading this book (Still Life With Husband by Lauren Fox) which stated that if you take a picture of yourself and digitally alter it to have two pictures: one of the right side of your face mirror-imaged and one of the left side, one will be subtly but significantly more attractive.  All I’ve got is a cameraphone and MS Paint, but you get the idea. 

LEFT SIDE
RIGHT SIDE

I realize it’s not a great picture under normal circumstances, and my haphazard cutting and pasting did not help things (tracheotomy scar?).  I do feel when I look in the mirror that sometimes the two halves of my face do not go together as well as I’d like, but after this little experiment I’d say I like my face with one right side and one left side.

Audience participation time!

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High School Me, You’re Welcome

Blue sky, sun, warm breeze – I’ve had the balcony door open all day enjoying being able to hang out barefoot, in a tank top – this is like exactly what I needed.  I went out on the balcony to enjoy the sun along with my tomato plant and the flowers that the ProFlowers guy just showed up with – I thought the sun might help them “perk up” more, which I’m supposed to let them do for the next 8-12 hours – and I step outside there, admire my little plants, and then look up toward the ocean – which is when I see the fogbank rolling toward me, like something from a Stephen King movie – I can actually see the horizon and then the trees and the houses disappear as it gets closer.

I grabbed a camera to try to capture this on film, because it’s actually sort of creepy but beautiful – but the camera had a hard time focusing on the rolling fog.  I got a couple shots off.  It’s still warm(ish) and still sunny(ish).  This would never happen in Lakeport, no matter how much High School Me would have freaking loved it, haha.

Tomato plant is really flourishing. I really hope we get at least one good red tomato!
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Impromptu photo shoot!

MTC stores their hats and wigs in the dressing rooms.  A great use of space but much too much of a temptation.  It started innocently enough: trying on a couple hats while waiting for the places call (PS. You can see the other hats in the background! I’m not lying!):

The one that started it all...
My picture text to Drew included the caption "Yeehaw pardner! Hope y'all are russlin up some good grub!"

 Hats were left in the dust however when I realized how much more fun wigs can be. 

Drew’s Helpful Comment: “What’s with these faces you’re making?”

For this one, I texted "Don't I look like Julia Roberts' Tinkerbell?" And Drew helpfully replied, "Kenneth the Page."
Like an au pair, from your nightmares.

Some are less attractive:

Some, I think, are not bad, although other people may disagree:

Drew's Helpful Comment: "That is so trashy." Then silence when I sent him another angle of it.
Drew's Helpful Comment: "Like a stripper." Although other people have said "Rawr!" and "You look like Mandy Moore." Um, LOL?

In the end, though, no matter how awesome it might feel to portray a cartoon character…

…the best look for anyone is the butch mom (a la Kate Gosselin):

Also, I need to get my bangs back.

Pick your favorite!