written awhile back:

i wonder why i have such an aversion to using the telephone. it never even occurs to me that i could call someone, and when it does, i always figure that if they wanted to talk, they would already be online, and so are probably busy.

i went to farmers market today and met up with britta for the first time. it was pretty cool, but i was ridiculously tired today, and slightly under the weather as far as mood goes. i hope that didn’t show.

we got blue bottle coffee and i purchased a delicious peach, then found a table overlooking the bay and talked about about fruit. apparently, there are hundreds of kinds of apples. is this common knowledge? have i been living under a rock? i’ve only ever heard of around five different kinds.

i asked if she wanted to see the pirate store. she said yes, so we hopped on bart and walked from 16th street, which ended up being really far, because 826 is somewhere near 22nd. oops. anyway, it was good exercise. we lingered at 826 for quite some time. i purchased a literary map of san francisco, which is the coolest thing ever.* we opened all the drawers, and then proceeded to leave. we made a quick stop at ritual roasters to observe the flocks of geeks. i met a girl who used to work at the (apple) store, and we talked for a few minutes, probably more than we’d ever talked before. after ritual roasters, we looked for and missed receiver gallery three times. we finally found it, and found it closed. it was okay though, because the main objective by that point had turned to ascending bernal heights. we succeeded. it was cold and windy at the top, but it felt great. i felt nostalgic for everything and nothing. on the way down, we found a garage sale with some free books and nice people. we talked about flickr, yahoo, myspace, and photography. despite the woman not knowing much about all this, it was interesting conversation. sadly, i didn’t see any typewriters. except for in the window of a bookstore on valencia, but they didn’t look like they were for sale.

we got mexican at that one place**, and then said goodbye. i wished you were there to see that view and to open drawers with me and admire the craziness that is san francisco.

* i have no idea where this is now =(

**el farolito