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Tag Archives: San Francisco
Shelter
Six months since the last writing in this particular book. I have at least one dozen notebooks and 40+ pens strewn about all of the surfaces in my apartment, in my school backpack, and my walkabout purse. I have an … Continue reading
The Continually Confounding Saga of Americans
So many ideas fill my brain on a daily basis that cause a quick cessation of my heartbeat that I think I might need a defibrillator soon. There appears to be an influx of news and stories that hurt my … Continue reading
Posted in Education, Life in San Francisco, People, Politics, Writing
Tagged America the Beautiful, Americans, Bates, brain, Brotherhood, Chicago World's Fair, Christian, Republican, San Francisco, Techies, Ted Cruz
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Diary of Working Stiff: They Call Me Teacher.
Dear Diary, I suffer stomach pain for the 35th hour since our administration took their second pay raise this academic year. The word “beleaguered” doesn’t even begin to describe the feeling from daily occurrences manufactured from the top “executive team” … Continue reading
Posted in Education, Life in San Francisco, Writing
Tagged administration, administrator, apophenia, calculation, data, days, diary, education, math, mental health, nights, pain, San Francisco, statistics, teacher, to-do list, weekends, working
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Westward Expansion – Health and Wealth
History repeating… (Click the hyperlink, watch, and TURN IT UP! One of the best time capsule video and song mashups EVER!) Then, please come back and proceed: Those of you who are American history buffs know this best, but I’m … Continue reading
Rooms of One’s Own – a box in a box in a box
Life is a box. We live in one, we work in one, we drive in one, we stare at one, we type on one, we ship boxes in boxes to other destination boxes. I’ve been contemplating all of the boxes … Continue reading
Posted in Life in San Francisco, Writing
Tagged Anaheim, Apartments, Bay Area, Berkeley, Box, Boxes, Cal, Chapter, college, Durant Avenue, Episode, Friends, High School, Involved, Involvement, Junior High School, Living, Los Angeles, Mom, Moms, Rooms, San Diego, San Francisco, SoCal, UC Berkeley, worker, Worker bee
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A Neighborhood in San Francisco
I sit here housesitting in the peace and quiet of a neighborhood I have never spent time in nor thought to. I’ve been in the Bay Area since 1980. I have driven by this part of San Francisco hundreds (maybe thousands?) … Continue reading
Where does all of the parking money go?
It’s been awhile since I’ve spent “living” time in San Francisco. Oh, I lived here before, back in 2005. Then, the lure of the East Bay and an easier living in Oakland lured me to the art, the artists, the … Continue reading
Posted in Writing
Tagged AT&T, ballpark, cars, employed, fees, Giants, GottaFindAHome, homeless, money, parking, parking meter, parking ticket, ripoff, San Francisco, SF, streets, Sundays
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San Francisco Magazine – June 2013. “Writers On Writers”
“And yet, for a region as hospitable to the literary life as this one, San Francisco can be a hostile place for those aspiring to write. There is, first and foremost, the rent–always high, never higher than now. There is … Continue reading
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Tagged about writers, agents, Bay Area, Berkeley, Books, editors, literary, literature, poets, publishers, San Francisco, Writers on writers, Writing
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