Went to the usual cafe for breakfast, of course, and returned home, of course, deciding I must get out of the apartment, of course, before the walls closed in and skwushed me like a bug. Besides, the sun was out and the temperature was good. None of this ninety going on a hundred stuff, ten degrees higher over the hills. San Francisco bay weather. I haven't been to Telegraph Avenue in a while, so I drove over and parked, had a cup of coffee in a coffee shop just across from the University and sat there shooting pictures of passers by through a large open to the sidewalk casement window.
This is the summer session at school, the air, as I said, cooler (so I could wear my new with many pockets jacket, the one that doesn't look like a photographer's tool kit) and I took my time, watching the people pass. Bought a copy of a magazine called computer Arts special at Tower Records, published in England, that came with a CD glued to the cover, "Photoshop skills & techniques" it said on the cover. How could I resist? I need "PhotoShop skills and techniques". I bought an Eurythmics best of CD collection and a funky on sale tenor songs and arias CD, which you would expect from an old fart. I've been listening to the new Cowboy Junkies lately and felt I needed something in the way of diversion before the Buffalo Springfield boxed set arrives from Amazon. In retrospect, I was just jacking off, filling time, spending money. The American affliction.
(The Eurythmics greatest hits CD had both Sweet Dreams (are made of this) and Missionary Man on it, but nothing much else. I've only heard their stuff on the radio and seen a couple of videos on TV over the years, all of which I liked, thinking, at the time, well, one day I'd figure out which of their albums were the better albums and buy them when I regained the ambition and the money. Maybe I missed something. I'll play it again a couple more times, but otherwise there's nothing there and it's back to The Junkies.)
From Telegraph Avenue, still fearing my apartment, I drove to Rockridge BART and took a train to
San Francisco, walking around for a while at the foot of Market street, the first BART stop when you get to San Francisco, the site of the ferry building and Embarcadero Plaza. Crowded during the work week, not so many people on a weekend. Some sort of exercise group doing jumping jacks out on one of the lawns, but New Age jumping jacks, nothing too rude or pedestrian, people sitting at tables overlooking the various fountains and small parks, kids on skateboards flying along the sidewalks. I felt good just cruising around, taking the sights as the sights presented themselves, shooting the occasional picture, black and white. Thought, well, why not just get on a bus and see where it might take me? Maybe tomorrow. How long since I've been to Fisherman's Wharf or North Beach up toward Telegraph Hill? A long time, a long time.