Restless

Dude. Whoa. I can't believe I made it back to the hostel. I went to see this show called Dhamaal, a traditional northern indian slash euro drumandbass idm band. I haven't danced that hard since 1979! My whole body is sore. Definitely can't feel my feet. Fuckin' awesome.

Recap of the last few days follow in reverse chronological order, cause I feel like it. Sat outside Club Six, waiting for the doors to open. It's not in the best part of town. Walked around trying to kill some time in the said part of town. Took a bus to SoMa after giving up on Mission again. Walked around Mission, really trying to give it an earnest shot, but it sucked ass. Hung out at Lower Haight. Saw a rather cool design on a hoodie, but decided not to go overboard on spending. Listened to a record in an old record shop--something by The Four Tops, a Motown single. Listened to a punk band at Molotov's.
Saw everything on display at SFMOMA. Most impressed by William Kentridge's Tide Table, an short animated film unlike any other--It is drawn with charcoal, 3'x4', and nothing is erased, simply drawn over, achieving an incredible effect. And Lary Sultan's The Valley series of photographs of middle class SoCal homes being used for porn shoots was rather good.
Paid some guy in chinatown to paint my name in kanji. Had a great tomato and basil sandwich with fresh mozzarella. Had the best cup of coffee EVER. I love how diverse this place is. Italian, chinese, indian, vietnamese, mexican, japanese and rednecks all within a block. I'm contemplating whether or not I want to go out to see golden gate bridge tomorrow. It's my last day.

At least there will be another cup of that coffee in the morning (early afternoon?).

San Fran!

Finally arrived in San Francisco. Got lost only once on the way to the hostel. Nice hostel, though. Nice city too. Lost $100 on the bus somewhere. Oh well. Gonna go out, grab something to eat and look around.

Audio Post

PLAY - Shoutout from da Kinko's krew.

Apprehensively hitting on...

Got really drunk last night. Veegee's going-away-barbeque. Fun night, although I spent most of it hitting on Denisse like a maniac. Oh well, I don't recall how many drinks I even had. I will really miss Veegee, and hanging out with her. Over all, Santa Barbara has been fun.

Had a very vivid dream about Maggie. I went back to see her, and it was like I never left. We were still in a relationship, and still having the same arguments when I was leavinq her a year ago. I guess that's what I'm really afraid of. Of us not having matured at all and having a major confrontation, in which she will go off on me--she has right to--and I will get defensive. It would not solve anything, and we still would not have any clousure. But she might be over it all and I, being so self centered, just can't see it. There were also some weird parts of the dream, with all the helicopters and all, and seeing Mary all rolled up and sleeping like dog was kinda fun. Probably cause I'm still drunk.

Dawn

Almost forgot how beautiful the light is at dawn. Definitely worth staying up for.
The tension is starting to build considerably as the day of my departure nears. In less than three weeks I will be pretending to be a tourist in San Fran. Then to Salt Lake--it feels important. There are people I want to see. A confrontation with Maggie will probably be unavoidable, and it may clear the air. Then to Santa Fe (All the "Sa..." cities). I'll stay with my mom for a couple of weeks, and then we will go to Boulder, for my orientation at Naropa. I have lost my confidence as to a course of study once again. But I still have a little time left in my academic career for indecision.
My Kinko's has been the awesomest place to work at, everyone is super-chill, and I know that no other will be as cool. That's ok, though. I can get some other job in the community. Maybe something related to my major, whatever it will be. And it will not be easy to "switch gears" into full-time studyinq. Haven't done that in a long time.