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when the lights. go down. in the ci-tayyyy

Thurs|07.25

Miss my old neighborhood sometimes, though I like the convenience of where I am now. But P&L rocked in so many different ways. Kayo Books, crazy people, hookers, the 27 Bryant, drycleaner's across the street, coffee shop that's now a bar, lots of student art galleries. Walk to the library, that bar called Gangway that looks like a ship is coming out of the barfront. The Yale Hotel, scary looking place. "Oh yes," my friend and I would joke as we passed it, "IIIIII always stay at the Yaaaaale when IIIIII'm in town." WELL IT WAS FUNNY IF YOU HEARD OUR VOICES. Anyhoo. (Ran into these pictures while looking for a foto of the Yale Hotel [no luck], I likea.)

They were filming this crappy movie a block away and what was funnnnny was that "they" painted fake cable car tracks down Jones Street for a key cable car crash scene, and every so often there would be tourists waiting at the corner because they thought the tracks were real.

Yes, yes, I let them know, when I wasn't you know running late for work or something.

It's sad and pathetic to laugh at tourists. OH WELL.

Oh yeah, and there was that Indonesian restaurant right there.

My friend who I used to walk to the library with was driven crazy by that cable car crash scene. He lived right at the corner of the crash, and they filmed it over and over again. And it was noisy. You know. LOUD. And whatnot.

Man.

I do miss that neighborhood.

Oh, and in that movie, which I just ran across on teevee which is why I'm thinking about my old place, is this guy, Michael Wincott, whose voice I love. In fact, from IMDB:

Trade mark: Deeply rasping voice.

Yup.

Okay, I know this entry sucks. I just can't write anymore!!! EEEEK!!!!!

Eh, it'll come back. If not, whatever.

You're welcome.

mamamama we're all crazy nowow

Wed|07.24

Ugh. I got nothin.

Except.

ALCEE HASTINGS!!!!!

He totally rocks.

sidewalk under my feet yeah traffic's good and loud

Sat|07.20

It's linky night. I've done not much today and it's nice.

I like this restaurant. I don't care, I do. Also I like this record store and this record store and this book store and this place where we went with rosey and I like the library.

My favorite homeless woman is the one with the shopping cart and the raincoat and she looks seasoned, like a sailor or a fisherman, and her eyes are blue and bright and she smokes. She sure does smooooke.

My favorite homeless guy sits on the sidewalk and says "Hey! How are you! Have a good day!" to practically everyone, and his voice is very cheery, and his face is friendly, and he's going gray, and he sees everything that happens on that block, just about. When there was a car/cop chase that ended in my alley he told me about it, kinda.

The truth is I don't talk to many people, beyond a smile and a greeting. I like them, though. Not that I know them. Maybe I just like the idea of them. Eh. Whatever.

Many fabulous birthday wishes to that e man.