I rarely get out of bed before noon on Saturdays, but today I was up early and out early because of a special March on Market Street. I hopped on the light rail and rode down to Civic Center where I began to see a plethora of lab coats and Albert Einstein wigs and clever… Continue reading The March for Science is the March for the World.
John Keats once said, "truth is beauty, beauty truth. That is all ye know on Earth, and all ye need to know." The Earth is truth with its raw and real and naked existence, and the Earth is the ultimate beauty with no filter and no make-up... Enjoy the blue and green world's endless amenities and… Continue reading We Are the World. The World is Us.
Second Saturdays are the best Saturdays. They are better than First Fridays and are the only Saturdays I will get out of bed before noon. The second Saturday of each month, the Friends of the San Francisco Public Library group opens the doors to their book haven and sells all of the used/new angels for… Continue reading Adventures of a Bookworm: Second Saturdays are the Best Saturdays!
Growing up in San Francisco is way different than Arizona. In Arizona, we don't do buses. We have them, but we don't do buses. If you were on the bus, we made fun of you, guessed how much money you had, and whether you had a car or not. Arizona is just too hot, dry,… Continue reading Muni Chronicles: A Surprise Trip to Daly City
John Lennon said, count your age by friends, not years; count your life by smiles, not tears. I agree not to put a numeric value on age, but instead of smiles and tears, I count my years a little differently. Here’s how: By my crush on Justin Bieber–it has become weak over the years, although… Continue reading How I Count My Years
Friday was my university's annual concert, Donaroo! The performers were winners of the school DJ competition, two of the school dance groups, Giraffage, and ANDERSON .PAAK! (yes lawd!). I think most of the cost of the concert is included in tuition or fees we pay, but the concert was still very cheap for the performers… Continue reading Trying to Come Down from a Concert High.
When I was little, probably eight, I had a beautiful black bunk bed with colorful butterfly sheets and a dazzling and glittery pink canopy that draped down around the top bunk like a waterfall. The bed made me like Rapunzel in my tall, safe, castle. A month later, I despised that bed. It no… Continue reading I Can Never Be Rapunzel: Being a Black Girl in America.
You are luckier than you think if you have all your limbs and senses. Leaving the Westfield on the escalators and a blind woman almost starts walking down the escalators going up. The fellow on the escalators in front of me guided her to the right side. Then, once I get out of the Westfield… Continue reading Evaluate Your Luck.
I remember when I was a little girl, every morning I would go to my mom and dad’s bathroom to get ready for school, and as I sat on the top of the toilet waiting for the shower water to get hot, I would stare at this plaque on their wall. It said, “love is… Continue reading The Fluidity of Love.
San Francisco is a public transportation friendly city. I don't know how to drive, but even if I did I would still ride the buses, the monorails, the trains, the trolleys, and the cable cars because it is simply so much easier to get around! Plus, you save a lot on parking prices. With public… Continue reading Muni Chronicles: The Man with the Bad Pancreas.