if you love

If you love stones more than people
Building on sand you don't see
If you love your car so much
You won't stop at the stop sign
For the passer-by that I am
If you think saying it's lovely
All the time will stop you
From feeling like shit
If you're afraid of leaving
Your stuff on the sea side
While you go swimming
And off in rented gear you go
Into the sea into the sea
And told me later you did 3 miles whatever
The sea, the sea, that really tried her best
To kill me #fail
I am ready.
And here I am,
The day after,
Walking on art, crying
It's an earth quake really
You won't see it you won't feel it
But an old lady, second name Elizabeth,
Took me for a tour. Thank you.

Monday, au boulot!

Today two visits to libraries: St Mary's college and Oackland main public library,  the two will be quite different from one another I'm sure.
Couldn't shower today my towel is gone so my hair look weird as they have still sea water in them. Oh well. I hope no more stuff will be stolen!
OK here we go. On my way to the other side of the bay.
End of day. Though I have not walked as much as the other days, I feel quite tired.
Perhaps it was the intellectual effort in visiting other libraries. Very good day, and for photographs too I think. Found at last a cheap, quiet place where you can eat. Nice fresh tacos.
Really liked Oakland.  Would like to go back to the museum. Also should go to the native American museum,  I hope there is one. And the oriental museum.  If I find the time. And go swimming on the beach. There should be a nice view of the bridge and the waves are not high.  Well we will see. As usual, swimming in a sea you don't know is a question of tactic. And knowing if you can do it or not.

walking back (the making films building)

dimanche

Today I went for a swim in Aquatic park. Bloody cold. But still people should get used to it rather than renting these swim suits. I went swimming twice.  Bad idea.  Took me a while to get my warmth back the second time. But now I feel nicely relaxed.  I'm in an Irish pub on vodka orange and soon to come nachos,  Irish version.
Earlier I went through little Italia and past the bookshop I already saw yesterday,  quite a famous bookshop which went all the way to high court as a publisher. Apparently a poet runs the place,  oh I must go back there! There's also this pub where you have this Chinese woman speaking Russian,  oh I must go back there!
And yes! I had a Vertigo trip, went to where James Stewart used to live, the flat is still there but it has changed a bit, and of course the trees! There used to be no trees then.
So yes,  went to the shop and bought an anthology of poetry pubished by them. And, after,  yes! I spoke a bit of Russian!  :-) Was nice.
Then I walked back to the hostel. I feel nicely tired.  Will try to go back swimming but this time without forgetting a towel! And I will go early afternoon when the sun is shining.  That will help!

Next to my hostel, yesterday evening

I don't give a fuck - zombie (need I say more?)

Le Saturday

In Castro. No I have not spent the night here,  promise! Though one of my room mates may have... hehe,  didn't come back last night.
Yesterday I found a nice house for Dolores O'Brien,  my character.  She'll be living near here,  opposite the school in 17th street, not far from Sanchez street.
And this morning before arriving at the Mystic cafe for a well deserved break fast,  I took the 5 bus from Powell station and exited at Divisadero street in order to be Dimitri,  another of my character. He has to walk from there to the Castro theatre,  took me 20 minutes, will take him longer as poor SF has suffered another earth quake then.
Anyway,  where should I go now?  Perhaps Mission as it looks so close on the map!
Plenty of time before my meeting with the photograph Dave Glass, met through Flickr. Here is a link to his wonderful look on the cityhttp://www.flickr.com/photos/daveglass/
Later. Had a great time with Dave. We spoke of films set in San Francisco,  ah Vertigo! And we spoke also of politics and religion, of life in America compared to Europe. Then he showed me Paris in the 1970s and Leeds. (The pictures should be on Flickr)
Then went for a walk at the United Nation monument, read the text on the pavement and thought yeah wishful thinking. Around me tramps, so many,  are they just from the region or from other states too? Drug dealers, drug addicts, tourists, a few youngsters and that's it. There is a cafe,  closed,  and pigeon shit everywhere. Where is the trickle down effect Margaret Thatcher spoke about?  South you have fb, google, oracle., microsoft and on the U.N. monument: shit. (What did that British judge say? "Don't do evil?  Well you certainly do in my books!"