A Little Taste of Winter

Had a lovely few days in Chicago recently, working Columbia College Chicago's Spring Open House. Temps in the 30's (that's below zero in California!), dirty snow, good food, good friends and I get paid for it! The only downer was that I only got to see my dearest friends (and perennial hosts) Jason and Mike for a few minutes. I guess they'll have to come out here so we can catch up.

Here's are some photo highlights of my visit:

Sunrise over Lake Michigan.














In the new Media Production Center at 16th and State Streets













In a flower shop on Broadway, buying flowers for my hosts













Saw The Hurt Locker on Sunday afternoon (just in time to be able to feel a totally vicarious thrill when Kathryn Bigelow won the Oscar the very next night) at the Logan Theater, two blocks from my very first apartment in Chicago. Clearly they have not redecorated since the last time I was there (and several decades before).









Same view as above. One day you can see practically all the way to Indiana, and the next day you're in a Star Trek episode. Heavy fog off the Lake; I kept expecting to look out and see faces pressed up against the glass.









Did everyone know that Elvis Costello has a cable show now where he jams with and interviews other musicians, dressed as a hillbilly fop?












Flight out of O'Hare delayed? It's time to treat yourself to a spinach salad with baby beets, and a nice glass of wine at Wolfgang Puck's. Celebrate that extra hour in the Windy City!

Better Late Than Never, Right?

Sure, we moved in September, and even allowing for settling-in time it's a bit late to be putting up pictures of our new house, but (see post title). For a refresher on how it looked before, go to my flickr page: http://www.flickr.com/photos/21380180@N08/. The outside looks pretty much the same so far, that's a project for the future!

Very happy kitty, in a pillow fort, in the master bedroom or our new house.













The living room...













... the dining room...












...and the guest room (working on an application process, in the meantime, if you'd like to stay with us please send us the dates of your proposed visit, the names and phone numbers of three personal references, and a damage deposit of $100).











And now, for a few random shots not of our new house:

Christmas lights in our neighborhood (honestly, Berkeley didn't exact impress with its Christmas light efforts - we saw much better in my sister's neighborhood in Austin, and we didn't even make it to 37th street this year).











No, it's not a UFO, it's close-up of the very silly lighting fixture in the Starbucks in San Antonio, Texas.











I must admit I have a fascination with the inexplicable lighting displays you see in airports and other public spaces (like Starbucks). Maybe it's because they're so shiny! This one is in the Denver airport, where we spent many hours on our way to Texas for Christmas.










Lastly, here's my favorite storefront in our new neighborhood. I have never seen a business like this in my life. My favorite is in the little white spot near the door knob that you can't read in the photo - it says, "By Appointment Only."

NotWinterNotSummer

Here in the East Bay we don't really seem to have seasons, we just have weather. During the "winter" we some more cool rainy days, and in the "summer" we have a few warm days (and the occasional day that one might be tempted to call "hot" if one didn't know better). But that's about all the difference there is, as far as I can see.

Take Thanksgiving weekend, for example. Thursday was beautiful - sunny and not quite warm. Friday was cool and rainy. Saturday was sunny and very windy and again not quite warm. And Sunday - oh, wait, that's tomorrow. We'll just have to wait and see.

Brian's family is here for the holiday, and it's great to spend some time with them. Point Isabel and Golden Gate Park yesterday, Point Reyes today, and they'll all be taking off tomorrow so I hope they enjoyed themselves. Looking forward to seeing my family at Christmas.

Realized when I looked at the blog today that I still have not posted any pictures of the new house since the repairs and redecorated have been (mostly) completed. Promise to do so soon. In the meantime, here are some recent pictures from my wanderings in Berkeley and a trip to Chicago in early November:

My two new favorite products. Quake Hold because it holds stuff in place during an earthquake (or at least it makes you feel as if you've done something meaningful to prepare for one), and Potty Mouth, because, well, look at that package!









Yes, it's true, the check-cashing place on San Pablo and University actually has the nerve to call itself a "community service."













Morty looks out the window during a recent outing to Cesar Chavez Park (we've seen Burrowing Owls the last three times we've been out there - very cool!











Someone has painted these shadows around the fire hydrants on Alcatraz Avenue. I only walk there after dark with Morty on our last walk of the day, and they fool me into a double-take almost every time.










Evening foliage and streetlight on Belmont Avenue, on my way back to my friends Jason and Michael's apartment after working a long day for Columbia College Chicago.











Early Christmas lights on State Street in Chicago.














The floor of the elevator in Jason and Michael's building. I guess I have a tendency to get distracted by shiny things.












Seriously, who would feed the pigeons on the corner of Wabash and Van Buren?

The Boxes, the Boxes!

Yes, we still have lots of boxes in big piles, in almost every room (the kitchen, bathroom, and master bedroom, however, are now box free). Had some trouble getting all the curtain rods back up, which has prevented us from reassembling our bookshelves, which would enable us to unpack and shelve the books, which would allow us to get rid of most of the remaining boxes.

I promise to post pictures of our new house as soon as it's presentable. I know it's gonna be worth it, even though the past few weeks have been quite the rollercoaster:
Morty actually sits nicely on the lap of our neighbor, Venesa, so she can say goodbye (you might not know it, but he's NOT a lapdog!).












Our other, neighbor, Miss Dorothy (President of the Frank Mugsy Mordecai McWhinesalot Fan Club), puts on a brave face on our last day on 7th Street...












...and actually poses for a picture with me!














We visit the friendly puppy on our last official walk in our old neighborhood (we think her name is Xena, but we're not sure).











My favorite picture of friendly puppy Xena from the day.













Morty and I shop for drapes at Bed Bath and Beyond, where they let you bring your dog inside as long as he's in a cart or being carried (Morty was not very happy about this, but bore it reasonably well).








Getting used to being a commuter again (crossing San Pablo to at dusk in this shot).













This is the block I work on, about 7:00 p.m. on a recent evening. We're looking towards my office, which is half a block down on the right.












This odd guy is actually inside the door, stuffed between the push bar and the glass at the futon shop on San Pablo. I'm not sure what he's supposed to be doing there, but he's very eye-catching.

Bad Blogger! Bad!

Yes, it's been a while since I posted. Brian and I have bought a house in Berkeley and are in the process of fixing it up (which Brian has done a great job of making happen) and packing -- things have been moving very quickly for the past few weeks! But by October 1 we'll be in our new house and hopefully things will settle down. In the meantime, here are some recent pictures:

Here's the amazing bench cover that my sister, Shelly, made for Brian's office.












Here's the lovely peach cobbler we had for dessert at Sea Salt, where we went for dinner to celebrate buying our house.












Brian has a hot dog at the Labor Day sale at one of the appliance mega-stores we went to; we had to buy a fridge and washer/dryer for our new house.













Hot buy! Woot!













In the atrium of SF MOMA during a recent visit.















I pass this sign often, and it always cracks me up a little bit. Maybe the program will get better one day.












Out for a walk with Morty the other day (I was picking up his poop and he decided to let fly right in front of me)...











...And then he had a good laugh.

Thomas Frank Owes Me Money

Yes, it's been several years since the Baffler folded. And yes, it wasn't his fault, there was that pesky fire that took out their offices, blah, blah, woof, woof. But still, I had just re-subscribed, and I got nothing from them: no note, no email, no refund check - NOTHING.

So now the guy's publishing books and has a column in the Wall Street Journal and is going on speaking tours and talking about the Baffler like some beloved deceased relative and he never once mentions that HE OWES ME MONEY.

I went to see him speak here in Berkeley a while back, and when they asked me to pay for it I told them that Thomas Frank, in fact, owes me money. They were not impressed, nor swayed from their desire to part me from my hard-earned $15. When I showed them the event listing in the Daily Planet that said the event was $12 and made no mention of the fact that it was $12 in advance and $15 at the door, they grudgingly let me in for $12. After which I sat politely in the audience (at a church, mind you) and watched him work his way through a gigantic bottle of beer while talking and fielding questions about his latest book. Highly entertaining stuff, don't get me wrong, but if you're going to sit around talking and drinking beer you should bring enough for everyone. And if your tiny underground magazine goes under and you subsequently pop up with your own column in the Wall Street Journal, you should not be surprised when your former subscribers post blog entries with titles like, "THOMAS FRANK OWES ME MONEY."

Hot Enough For Ya?

I haven't actually heard anyone say that since I moved here - must be a Midwestern saying. But even in "Paradise" people do talk about the weather. "How do you like the heat?" seems to be the California equivalent phrase for when it gets over 80 degrees. I think they're getting annoyed with me laughing at them.

Neighborhood News:

The colorful crowd who live on the opposite corner of our block cleaned up their yard recently (right before they apparently got evicted). They put all the empty case boxes of liquor and the toilet in their front yard into shopping carts - perhaps for easy move out.









In the winter, they made me a snowman in my cafe mocha at Cafe Cacao, in June they made a flower pot...













... but the end result was pretty much the same.













Mysterious street art, taped inside a box lid and found at the park outside the Bayer parking lot at 7th and Heinz while out on a walk with Morty (who was not impressed with it, by the way).












Looks kind of spooky, maybe even extraterrestrial, but it's really the reflection of my desk lamp on my desk.












Brian and I went to the old ball game, and saw the Orioles lose to the A's - but not as bad as they had the night before, so I guess we lucked out.












I'm not sure what of mine Carter-West.com will sell on EBAY, but I assume it's not my actual stuff or they wouldn't need the quotation marks.













Had such a fun time with Shelly and Mitch when they visited (see my pics on my Flickr page or Mitch's on his Flickr page). But then they went back to where it's REALLY hot.