Letters to the Editor

Ah, a brand new month and a brand new “most idiotic statement I’ve read this week’ in the Chron’s letters to the editor:

Homelessness will end in San Francisco after we elect Newsom mayor on Nov. 4. Human lives are at stake.

There are some compelling reasons to support both Gavin Newsom and his “Care Not Cash” initiative, but come on. Isn’t this just a little bit of a stretch?

Moving on, there’s this bit of faulty logic:

Basic justice says everyone, no matter what their income, should have equal access to all parts of the city — every day, at all times of day. Muni is the most basic transportation system for city residents. Equal right to access throughout the city can’t be met unless Muni fares are kept low. Fares need to be cheap enough that they aren’t a burden to anyone, no matter how low their income is… The right to transportation is part of the right to life in a city.

People, please get the hell over it. San Francisco has one of the cheapest mass transit systems of any large city in America. The right to “equal access to all parts of the city” does not necessarily suggest that this access has to be provided at the individual convenience and whim of all 793,000 residents, nor is “right to access” necessarily synonymous with “right to transportation”. The fact that I have a right to visit North Carolina or New York City whenever I choose does not suggest that the airline must provide a seat of my choosing, day or night, at whatever price I’d prefer to pay…

It’s a quarter. Learn to cope. Most of us already have. And by the way, who is this “Basic Justice” character, and where can I read more of what he’s said?

Unrelated: here‘s one of those cases where male privilege definitely works to my advantage…

Cohabitiversary Weekend

I didn’t really want to get up at 6:45 on Labor Day, but I was swayed by the idea of getting four hours pay (twelve, if you ocunt the holiday pay) for slightly more than one hour of work, so here I am…

The weekend was nice. Mark and I had dinner at The Dead Fish on Sunday to celebrate what I’m calling “anniversary lite”, which is the day Mark moved in with me. Our officially celebrated anniversary is 26 October, which is the day we first met. But an excuse to eat at The Dead Fish is always welcome…

After dinner, there was a surprise visit from my aunt and her husband, who are on a five-week bus tour around the country. We met them for dessert and showed them around a bit, and it was nice..

Gonna go watch movies now…

I’m Alive

Baby, it gets even worse after living in the fog for more than a decade. But living under the same roof with you for the past 363 days has made this city almost palatable…

Sorry for the extended absence. It’s been a long couple of weeks…

11 August 2003

The cure may be worse than the disease: ever since I went to physical therapy (for my elbow) this morning, my lower back has hurt like hell. If it’s not better by tomorrow, I will be much pissed, since I neither wanted nor needed physical therapy in the first place, and even the physical therapist herself admitted as much…

The birthday was low-key, involving pizza and snuggling on the couch. Mark got me cool stuff, including a pipe and a pouch of tobacco, which I’m using to wean myself off cigarettes. Thanks for all your cards and letters and assorted good wishes…

And, in case you were wondering, a video camera CAN successfully recover from being doused in grapefruit soda, even without a repair bill. Not that I know this from experience or anything…

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Realizations upon hitting Jack Benny’s age:

  • Love has a way of sneaking up on you and finding you when and where you least expect it, and of being a more wonderful thing than you ever thought it could be.
  • Domestic bliss can be amazingly sexy, even when it involves seven or eight potted plants sitting in the bathtub.
  • Health insurance is a pretty damned nice thing too.
  • Most people on the planet will never drive, walk, write, nor place orders at fast food restaurants the way I think they should. The fact that they all suck will probably never motivate them to change.
  • A cheap roadside tacqueria is a wonderful thing.