i woke up early excited to think i might spend three extra days in san francisco. i hadn't called amtrak yet but whatever. i'd do that later. went down to the lobby to check my email. got sleepy again. it was a little foggy outside and i went back upstairs to go back to bed. rye was still sleeping. her class schedule amazes me still. she regularly got up around noon. this makes me furious about my 7:30am pchem class. i think i will always be angry about that.
later i made breakfast. fried bean and cheese burritos and sauteed mushrooms with cilantro and crab meat. the dorm kitchen was dirty, wet and cold. but i was alone for the most part. kiki was watching tv and i liked her. she let me have some of her purple cabbage for my seafood salad last night. also, the kind of kid who looks awkward but has that swift chill personality. like you want to be her. you want to know her. unattainable in a healthy way i guess. i later saw her wearing bongo jeans and smoking a ciggie on the sidewalk.
so rye had to read up for one of her classes. and it was already 2 PM!!! kinda late breakfast. she told me where the farmer's market was. (civic center). and i figured i'd go to golden gate park as well. the map told me there were dutch windmills there. cool.
on the walk there i wasn't asked for money but i smelled crack. yuch. ugh. that floating smell got into my bones and sloathed there. sick rotten hard crack smoke. oh yea also, this whole time i've seen about 25 people smoking j's on the sidewalk but figured it was obvious so didn't record it. but now you know. there's at least two every block depending on the crowds. and about every fifth person smoking gets asked for a puff by a traveling 25 year old hippie, aka trust fund baby who's rebelling before becoming a lawyer. ok. the farmer's market! so much different than new mexico's farmers' market. they had pomegranates, apples, grapes, oranges, fruit fruit fruit! and we have hard veggies. squashes, corn, peppers, pumpkins. also the sky was muy overcast. no direct sunlight really drags me down you know?
i stumbled onto the city hall area of civic center.
wedding photos. can you see? a guard was holding back a black man dressed in drag from getting into their photos. he was using the raised platform as a catwalk.
so i saw a dollar sign in the carvings. see? which made me interested in alternate meanings for the $. there are none as far as wikipedia is concerned. the dollar sign represents currency in u.s., brazil, chile, etc. there's a theory that the dollar sign is a monogram of U and S. where the U is part straight line and part of the S. lol. sure, ok, FREEDOM FRIES! aaahahahahah. whatever happened to the principle of parsimony?
"i ask for the movement to continue because my election gave young people out there hope. you gotta give 'em hope." harvey milk. wow. it makes me feel lightheaded to see this. rye's film class just watched the times of harvey milk. the 1984 documentary. it was unbelievable she said. and dear. and powerful. i've yet to watch it.
got on the bus to golden gate park and stepped off in haight ashbury to look at the window displays.
so by the time i got to the park it was already dark and cold and i'm not brave or irreplaceable enough to walk around the park by myself at night. blah blah haight ashbury is consumerism and other obvious bullshit. we all know it. let's just move past it. whatever time has done to that area, it will always be an essential historical place. and i wanted to stand on the sidewalk and imagine 45 years ago. would i have to close my eyes to see it? the current "HIPPIE" is 20 to 32 years old. dreds. always dreds. pseudo vegetarian (meaning vegetarian in public, steak eater at home.) ripped leggings and floppy dark boots. faded jean jackets. bone necklaces. it's all very american apparel-ized. do you remember how the travelers in final fantasy dressed? this is the current hippie. i tend to think they have dissositive identity disorder as i imagine them leaving their corner of haight street to go back into their daddy's mansion on the hill.
whatever. take away the tourists and current hippies and you're left with that whisper of a memory of haight ashbury. the lowest common denominator of society. the others. the outcasts. they just own stores and make millions now.
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