May 2012
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May 19th
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All the attractions of the next world
Day 13 “The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.” Mark Twain never actually said this, but today I got to do so, shivering in my two layers as the wind whipped up Market Street. I mean, I’m well aware of the city’s microclimates, and living in the UK, the country of four seasons an hour, you’d think I should be fine here. But I’ve never been in such a changeable place...
May 17th
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May 15th
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May 13th
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May 12th
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Brighter faster
Day 7  Work today was at Jumpin’ Java in the Castro, which is what the world would look like if it were a freelancing paradise with Apple as king. Then a long walk through the Lower Haight, which lived up to its reputation by providing obligatory weed smells down Haight Street. From there up to Alamo Square with its Painted Ladies houses, and onto what quickly turned into some sort of...
May 11th
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May 9th
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Forget it, it’s Chinatown
Day 4 San Francisco got a heatwave on yesterday. As London has been a winter-coated little bitch all spring (and from what I’ve been told sort of still is), my inner child was rioting against the fact that in order to make this week’s deadlines, I had to work. I sat for 30 minutes on the steps outside the hostel, stretching out my bright white legs against the fireball in the sky. I realise...
May 7th
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May 6th
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Waiting to take you away
Day 2 Vintage Beatles is playing at breakfast today. “She’s got a ticket to ride, but she don’t caaaare”; “I can show you a better time, baby, you can ride my car”; “Roll up! Roll up to the magical mystery tour. It’s waiting to take you away!” I do love the Beatles, it’s England’s redeeming feature this morning after the Tory feast at the London mayoral election. I ate my Pacific Coast dinner of...
May 5th
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A point upon a map of fog
Day 1 I feel like I’ve been up all night and slept all day, which if I were in London would be exactly the case. There are pale blue skies over San Francisco this morning, I am in the hostel dining room, toasted bagels and oranges, having been woken at 7am by my jetlag and kept up by the excitement of it all. My mind feels strangely empty though, waiting. (On the plane.) Eight hours in the air,...
May 4th
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May 2nd
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New words in new places
The Huffington Post: The freelancing life – a bigger platform for my blog musings on being a freelancer and what I have figured out about it so far. Green Futures magazine: Defra maps out the UK’s challenges ahead of the National Adaptation Programme on climate change. Oh Comely magazine: Interview with independent film director Tinge Krishnan, for the release of her film ‘Junkhearts’. Plus some...
May 1st