Thursday, September 28, 2006

Aerial View

For those who want to see our new pad from the Eye in the Sky:,+san+francisco,+ca+94115&ie=UTF8&z=15&ll=37.776481,-122.439022&spn=0.02327,0.053902&t=k&om=1&iwloc=A

Note our lawn to the southwest- it's called Golden Gate Park and I don't even have to mow it.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Movin' on Up

After much debate, insane city driving, $100 in parking tickets and $60 in car rental fees Angela and I have decided on the Edwardian Mansion. Stunning view, immaculate kitchen, and a butler named Fetid who makes a mean espresso as he irons my socks in the mornings.
Incidentally, Edwardian is a time period, not a style, so don't make the foolish mistake I did and complement someone on their Edwardian good looks. You will actually be telling them they were built from 1901-1910 When King Edward VII ruled a whole bunch of white people.
I believe ours was built in 1907 on solid rock so the earthquakes don't touch it. The only drawback is street parking but I have a clever plan to outfit my truck to look like a Power & Gas maintanence vehicle and who would dare tow or ticket such a craft?
Incidentally this is not the actual building, ours is far more grand, but due to technical difficulties in a parallel universe a true and representative image will have to wait.

The Big Decision

Well folks, we decided to live in San Francisco.

We awake each morning to the lively squeels and grunts of the garbage truck and its minions as they descend upon the city around 6am. Shortly thereafter its coffee and showers, a quick stretch and we hit the pavement on our eternal quest for housing. Craigslist has been invaluable (that means really helpful Philip) and we would be nowhere without it. Unfortunately owning a dog means 90% of the housing market wants nothing to do with you and of that left over 10% easily half only wants to deal with dogs up to 25 pounds. This means that Mazzy is now on the Paris Hilton diet- but don't worry PETA fans- it's only until we sign a lease and then we'll put the weight back on.

My current favorite apartment right now is an Edwardian mansion with sweeping views of the city from not one but 2 massive bay windows. The great thing about Edwardian mansions is that no one lives above you, the bad part- they are expensive- about $1700 for 500 square feet- and this one is only 4 blocks from the projects. But this is San Francisco so the projects aren't that bad. The crack dealers wave as you roll by and the pimps and hos only get aggressive when you try to take pictures.

Yesterday Ang and I ran for about 8 miles around the base of the Golden Gate Bridge with our host and personal guide in the city, Matt. We came in from the east side which is generally sunny with throngs of people playing on small bits of sandy beach and out in the bay windsurfers and kitesurfers plyed the water amongst the sailboats. As we ran up to the bridge it disappeared into the fog so rather than run across it in zero visibility we headed back to a waterfront bar and found an establishment with 68 beers on tap. There is nothing like a beer after a good run. From there we jogged to Nan Kings Chinese Restaurant which is basically the Soup Nazi with amazing Chinese food. We got a table right away and then watched the restaurant fill up in a matter of minutes until there was a line of 15 people out the door by the time we left. The kitchen was piled high with produce and the 8 cooks that worked in back had so little room to move they just passed things around when they needed something. It was fast, efficient, delicious service- a stunning change from the sleepy streets of Girdwood.

From there we eased ourselves into some old bar that Jack Kerouac apparently used to get drunk in. The bartender was surly and the atmosphere was great so I ordered an Irish Coffee and it was easily the best I've ever had. Our view from upstairs was out into the red light district where tourists checked out Larry Flint's Hustler Club among others. But at this point we decided to head back to Matt's via a few stunning overlooks of the city.

It was grand.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Seperation Anxiety

Here is our first post on day 9 of leaving Alaska. We are currently in San Diego getting sunburnt, sandy and bloated on cheap, delicious burritos the size of a 3 year old boy. We rented a car to get around the city and have been repeatedly warned about the insane traffic. So far we haven't found it but we avoid rush hour and stick to the beach roads so I haven't had to shoot at anyone yet.

Our rental car is impossibly non-descript but luckily it comes with keyless entry remote which I can press to make the car honk and blink from a distance- truly amazing technology- and that is how we find the car each time. So far we have been to Ocean Beach, Pacific Beach, La Jolla, Carlsbad, Mission Beach and Oceanside. Mission Beach had a place called the Wave House which was a bar with a huge wave machine at the end so you could drink beer and watch people surf an endless wave 20 feet in front of you. A very cool concept that kept us mezmerized for hours.

More pictures and postings to come...Enjoy