San Francisco: A Tourist’s View
Posted on | April 15, 2009 | 4 Comments
Hi Portland!
I am in San Francisco with Kiala. We have eaten Burmese food and it was delicious and then we came home and looked at the television, while surfing the web, sitting under blankets and eating magick brownies. Basically reveling in what it means to be Kiala. I like this and I may never come home.
Also, I have seen some things in San Francisco that I want to share.
1) People here have bikes with more than one gear.
2) There are people of other nationalities. Like Russians!
3) There are black people here and some of them are up to no good.
4) So much hustle and bustle.
5) There are whole cities full of people where eye contact and small talk with strangers is totally discouraged.
This one I remembered when I stepped off the plane and had my Portland face on, which is a small smile and witty, kind, response for when Portlanders ask me how I’m doing and expect an actual answer. But when I was at the airport and no one would look at me and smile back with a similar smile, for one small moment, I felt joyful. I didn’t have to be nice to anyone!
And that is the end of the blogging train.
I’m making breakfast for Dane and then Kiala and I are going to H&M.
And this is my muse today.

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April 15th, 2009 @ 2:12 pm
I love going to New York and smiling and greeting strangers. They look at me like I’m from another planet. And I am. The Midwest.
April 16th, 2009 @ 10:27 am
It sounds like Rhode Island.
Like, exactly.
April 17th, 2009 @ 4:27 pm
If you’ve got a golden retriever for a muse, you’ve got it made. Mine won me the DWAA Maxwell Award, because he’s totally awesome material. This means he’s naughty, shameless, and so cute he gets away with it.
I live in Minnesota. (“Minnesota Nice”) But I’m not. I’d probably love San Francisco.
April 18th, 2009 @ 4:12 pm
This is why Wiferino & I moved back to OR and why we prefer NYC to SF. Try staying out of a convo there. One lady enlisted me to watch her caravan of expensive shopping bags at a theatre while she snagged a better seat – me, a perfect stranger. NYC, a small town where people are trusting. *sniff*