Monday, May 4, 2009

Sunday in the City

I tagged along with Husband into San Francisco to meet up with some of his friends from his Intern days. It was fun. Those girls are crazy. Also, knowing Husband like I do and knowing them (though not very well) -- I have no idea how he didn't get intensely crazy when he went with them to Italy. He's a planner and they're not. He's generally not prone to wildness, and they're the girls who yell out of the car at the guys they met in bars the night before (and then we all laughed for the better part of an hour over it.) It was a good afternoon.

Anyway, I didn't take many pictures because there was mostly eating and wandering through a couple of neighborhoods...but when we found ourselves outside of City Lights Bookstore (where I worship at the Alter of Ferlinghetti) I couldn't help myself:


The Air was soft,
The stars so fine,
The promise of every cobbled alley
so great...
-Jack Kerouac

(more beat poet information HERE)

(yes, there was picture reuse. I had people waiting...and I took 10 pictures of my toes...not all posted)

Unrelated to San Francisco:

I'm re-writing (which is 90% of writing anyway, right?) my novel. It's making my brain hurt. I do think that I"m not suited for 3rd Person narration. This is reinforced by the fact that all of my favorite books (off the top of my head) are written in 1st person. Harry Potter excepted.

I'm also re-reading Generation X (highly recommend, review forthcoming) and I feel it seeping into my life. Coupland is under-credited for his role in Cult Societal norms. In FACT - you can draw a direct line from Generation X to Fight Club and stupid Palahniuk (whom I actually really like) gets credited for ideas that were clearly evident in Generation X - written five years before Fight Club. What I can't be sure of, though, is whether that's true because Palahniuk read Generation X and was inspired, or if that was just the Zeigeist. And since I was in High School at the time and had pretty much checked out from...everything...I may never know...

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