de minimis minutiae

photoblog: northward ho!

photoblog:  northward ho!

sf conservatory

 

vistas from twin peaks

and from sbc

though ever-faithful:

barry goes yard

*ahem*          twice

punk...

day is done at ocean beach

cormorants in monterey

cypress in solitude

under a dying cypress

pacific coast highway ~ where we'd been

where we were headed

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we did, inter alia:  sfmoma, sf conservatory, museum cafe, chicken saltimbocca, sbc park, zucchini pineapple bread, eric's, luna park, mitchell's ice cream (twice!  cold be damned!), safeway in lower haight, dim sum in richmond, safeway in ocean beach, i, robot in daly city, avenue q on hi-fi, celebrity poker re-runs 

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on my sf trip

we drive.  in an effort to reacquaint, s & i,  after bar exam prep.  in comfort, in my new ride. 

we dash.  six hours and we arrive at our old friend's place. 

and it was easy.

so amped from being in the middle of everything.  a primal, sustaining charge, far from the oc effect; harkening to days of walking from art class in barnsdall park to the little apartment in los feliz, at dusk. 

my sister, making her way. in the city.  distant, but not far from familial comfort.  and happy. 

and i'm happy.

we drive with sis back the looooong way. to make up for time saved on the first leg.  and it's easy.  for me, at least.

another stop at santa barbara to pick up the youngest in the family.

we laugh and sing all the way home.

and s & i again make our acquaintance.

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next on the post-bar itinerary: virginia, maryland, and d.c.

mind-numbing baseball banality

back from catching a couple spring training games with s down in arizona (padres-angels & angels-a's). 

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springtime 'ball.  a big picnic, with heroes, veterans and newcomers, close-like and friendly.  polite and knowing chatter with fans who've trekked from harsher climes.  we enjoyed the company of the 81-year-old lady from connecticut.  she was there to "see her boys,"  especially, little 4'10" eckstein, whom she'd admired since his double-a days.

this, the antidote.  relief from worldliness.  the only thing that tempers my mile-a-minute sweetie. 

that should tide me over until april. 

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Bartolo Colon on the hill

if i were a sportscaster on espn, my catchphrase for this guy's highlights would be "Tutta Siviglia conosce Bartolo!"

Jeff DaVanon at bat

i like this guy.  he reminds me of old time baseball.  he would have fit in perfectly with the '55 bums (the dodgers are actually my team, but given the fact i live a few minutes from angel stadium, coupled with the recent success of the Angels, and their new fan-friendly ownership, it's hard not to like the guys in red).

S has even spoken of purchasing season tickets.  holy cow.

get thee hence, april.