Thursday, July 28, 2005
cloudless
I've been wearing a red zip up jacket and white chucks that I bought for five dollars on Haight-Ashbury for the past three days. Little kids wander around redwood forests where pillows of light trickle. Kurt Cobain is still alive. I almost ran into Jon Brion at Amoeba Records in LA. Walking around staring at the pavement with large white sunglasses is in. I owe the Bay Area 33 dollars. Jamie Stewart (Xiu Xiu) took me and the GF out for dinner in Oakland followed by this bar called The Alley where two really really old white dudes sing obscure show tunes from the 30's. Tomas Palermo and the XLR8R crew slang out of a sea-foam green building on Divisadero street where he does laundry while he works (theres one at the bottom of the building). Berkeley is full of homeless people & Cody's Books (whoa, artmagazines, whoa) & two record stores that are next to each other and are as big as a small European nation & idealist students. The SFMOMA is where I want to be buried, ( I almost made out with a Matisse portrait). Austin seems like a dot. Somehow, thats okay.
It's cold as fuck out here, duke. And I love it.
Te Amo, San Francisco.
p.s. I'm still here. Don't call.
