Things & Thunks.

You know what’s very typical of SF?
The sense of privilege that you encounter nearly every where you go.
You want something? Someone expects more from you.
You volunteer your time to do something? You are critiqued for not being an expert tour guide on the subject.
You’re asked to provide some sort of snapshot of life in SF? You tell people that life is busy, there’s a milion things going on, and rice a roni, the San francisco treat is a farking lie and they call it blather.
Oh wait, that’s just a sense of being on the internet.
And in SF.

My apologies
for not writing here at a caliber or content expectation to meet your discriminating needs.
Would you prefer a snapshot insiders look at a lesbian neighborhood bar with the freakiest outdoor sculpture gardens available in Bernal Heights where folks regularly pass a pot piipe?
Or would you like to hear about an indulgent day of shopping in the haight after being accosted for being a *real* woman instead of a faux woman turning tricks in the tendernob?
Or how going to Coit Tower after dark pretty much sucks if you plan to stay there beyond five minutes because someone’s shooting up in the bathroom or soccer moms are making out in minivans afterdark up there?
Or how about trying to wipe white paint from your teeshirt after getting a hug from a Sister of Perpetual Indulgence?
San Francisco.
It’s not all tourist magazine. It’s life, mother fucker.
I recently came across an interesting blog post re: the mythos of SF and how folks who visit or move here have this rosey expectation that it’s either a pantheon of progressive and enlightened emotionally well adjusted technocrats, indie music hipsters, or cheerfully gay pocket communities, or startup dreams.
I’ve been in the bay long enough to see my share of launch parties and pink slip parties, played tour guide to friends and new neighbors and seen others move from lux pads to turning tricks in the car they’ve been sleeping in on shotwell. It’s not all pretty. But it’s San Francisco.
There is something dreamy and marvelous about this area. True. But it is also a demanding environment that relies on resiliency and a perceptive eye to guage opportunity and wonder.
It is real life and it really is SF.
You are now returned to your regular program SF Glossy Golly Gee Wiz Dandy.

5 Comments so far

  1. cd (unregistered) on July 23rd, 2004 @ 4:35 am

    Do what I do – keep inviting them to pony up their stories. I have yet to receive any email from them, nor have I heard from Sean that he’s seen an application for new SF bloggers from these (that?) anonoposter.
    It’s fine. It’s a free country. You have your ricearoni, let them change the channel . . .

  2. fsharp4565 (unregistered) on July 23rd, 2004 @ 6:42 am

    At the risk of sounding trite and even worse, outdated, you go girl. I just discovered this blog and am grateful I did. I consider your city to be my home away from home. I live close enough that I can visit on a pretty regular basis (usually once a month) and I love “The City”. With all its’ beauty marks and ugly scars it is both worldly and utterly “California”. I’ve visited enough times that I don’t consider myself a tourist but on the other hand, I’ve never lived there. Getting the inside scoop on where to go, eat, and what to do, is a godsend. No tour book knows what a resident knows. So keep up the good blogging. You have at least one faithful reader.

  3. Brian Lam (unregistered) on July 23rd, 2004 @ 10:11 am

    damn good post…I like hearing about the deep dark secrets of the city as much as the fun stuff…don’t let the anonymous trolls get on your nerves, Min Jung. just ignore, and keep on blogging away.

  4. elzumpango (unregistered) on July 25th, 2004 @ 12:38 pm

    excellent post…
    one of the reasons i haven’t moved back to my hometown is because of the challenge of living here. i could have easily left and made ‘it’ comfortably in another city years ago. but oh how boring that would make for a life….

  5. Gurpal (unregistered) on August 17th, 2004 @ 8:00 am

    Thank you for this post! Having only recently discovered this site, its refreshing to hear your voice about SF. The city has its charms, but it also gives birth to strange encounters. I too was accosted but in the financial district during lunch hour by a man who professed his love to me. Wonders never cease.

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