This Saturday, some dear friends (above, stopped at Marin French for a quick cheese-and-champagne break) and I rode a bit more than a “century” (100 miles) around the Bay Area. Some of these more hardcore friends rode another century on Sunday. The sick route that Lulu devised is here.
Photo credit: Daphne Cheng
Even if you don’t live in this foggy, temperate, pricey, amazing bubble that people typically call San Francisco, this piece on SF Love Affair’s blog is definitely worth a read. Highlights include pro tips, what the Richmond really used to be like, and the skinny on the 49ers, among other witty commentary.
On [Other] Things You Should Know About San Francisco
This is why I never update my blog…because San Francisco is full of breathtaking places like Fort Funston, where the dunes are soft and beckoning you to read on them with a dear friend.
Another recent adventure: a 20-mile round-trip hike to the classic Sykes Hot Springs in Big Sur.
Three dear friends (Lucy, Lulu, Francisco) and I put together a little zine we call Lingus, that challenges traditional ideas of sex, gender, and trying to navigate this world we call San Francisco as twenty-somethings.
We all wrote juicy content, Lulu made some killer drawings, there’s a photograph courtesy of Francisco, and we spent one night hand-binding 50 copies for people we love, who live near and far.
If you didn’t get a copy, never fear! We might do a second print run. If you’re very nice, you can ask for a PDF of the text, although it won’t really be the same experience at all, because contrary to shifting belief, some things are not available online.
(And for those in the audience wondering, what exactly is a zine? We’ve got you covered.)
What a weekend! Hardly Strictly Bluegrass took over Golden Gate Park, in the best possible way. Five stages, three days, lots of smiling and dancing and music. Thanks to Warren Hellman for making it all possible.
Oh, San Francisco is just great.
Amazingness in one weekend—car camping, beach combing, trim contesting, pizza eating, picture taking, story telling, fire making. Lucy’s wise words:
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Birthday weekend! Case, Caroline, Francisco, and Lulu joined me for a Tour de Extravagance up in Mendocino. Pizza, s’mores, camping, a mouse running across Francisco’s face, bodily emissions ranging from vomit to farts, long hikes, a pygmy forest, a waterfall, a devil’s punch bowl/blowhole, huge breakfasts, huge dinners, moderate-to-huge lunches, massage circles, a mid-traffic jam “sanitary napkin” change, and five people crammed for four hours into a truck really only meant to seat two — that all happened. Without a doubt, the best birthday of my life.
Doesn’t San Francisco make so much more sense this way?
Credit where credit is due.
The Cowboy Trail (with its open segments) sounds interesting.
Sometimes I miss Pittsburgh.
For all you Pittsburghers listening in (or just those who know Pittsburgh well enough), you’ll recall that there is a bustling little street called Walnut, in the heart of Shadyside. Walnut Street is full of brand-name stores (and a few boutiques as well), cherubic toddlers and their parents, sweatshirted college students, and the occasional busker.
Well, today I have found San Francisco’s equivalent of Walnut Street. Appropriately (and eerily!) also named after a nut, the winner is Chestnut Street. The most relevant parts span from Divisadero to Fillmore St.
A few of the places that are exactly the same on BOTH streets: Sunglass Hut, GNC, Apple Store, Starbucks, Gap, Williams Sonoma.
Other interesting finds: both have a mix of well-known clothing stores and little boutiques, small coffee shops (Pittsburgh’s Coffee Tree Roasters and San Francisco’s Coffee Roastery), a mix of restaurants, from Italian to Asian fusion, quaint delicatessens…the list could go on and on. But then we’d be approaching Twilight Zone, and we wouldn’t want that, now would we?