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Wednesday, August 15, 2007
 
NOTES FROM SAN FRANCISCO
(Preliminary notes: I'm pretty sure that people from San Francisco really hate it when people call their town "Frisco.")
 
So! I went to Frisco. I went for business. I experienced some pleasure, in the following forms: a movie, a cookie, an omelette, dinner with friends, and a lovely day and night with Fuzzysquid, who let me play with his Wii. It's Frisco, after all.
     Being in San Francisco made me realize that no matter how much I hate L.A., I would still rather be there than in Frisco. Why all the hateration?
  • It is retarded to have four separate public transit systems.
  • I have never seen so many drug addicts, deep in the throes of their respective addictions, so unabashedly, flamboyantly fucked up on the street. Just walking around, buying groceries, applying informally for my financial assistance, resplendent. And dirty.
  • In fact, Friscans in general don't seem all that concerned with washing their clothes, or their bodies. This is not actually a complaint, just an observation. I tend to think Americans could stand to be a little less fastidious.
  • Most importantly: For me, cities are vessels only as valuable as their contents, and the only contents I care about are people. Austin's great you say? Yeah? Who do I know who lives there?
         Almost everybody I know (and therefore everybody worth knowing) who used to live in Frisco has since moved to (or back to) New York. Living in Frisco feels like an adolescent phase, something you grow out of, and look back on with mild embarrassment (like fedoras, magic tricks, the debate team, virginity). The stragglers I know in Frisco are like anti-pioneers, afraid of their Northeastern destiny, but they'll figure it out soon enough. Then, all that will remain in Frisco are the real Friscans, who actually belong there. KEEP 'EM.

AND NOW A LITTLE SOMETHING... FOR THE LADIES
So I was in this meeting in the first morning of the conference, and the room was totally freezing. Like ICE cold. Literally. So I left the meeting and went out to buy a jacket. The first five stores, I was like: no way. I went to Macy's, and they told me to go to the segregated "Men's Macy's." Sigh. We Shall Overcome Someday, I guess. Anyway so I looked around and asked a dude named Robert about a jacket, for cheap, and he pointed me towards some that were on sale for like 50% off, and they were perfect. So he was like "that's probably about $50" and I was like "I'll take it." But when he rang it up? THIRTY DOLLARS. "I'll still take it!" I bubbled. I skipped back to the meeting, floating on that transactional high. I'm like a shopping hermaphrodite: the speed and focus of a man combined with the bargain-maximization of a woman. I AM ÜBERSHOPPER.

SOMETHING NEAT I FIGURED OUT IN FRISCO
Have you ever lost a cell phone charger while traveling? Fear not, dreamwalker, you're not the only one. Your replacement is close at hand, provided you are wily, cheap, and have flexible morals.
  1. Go to a large hotel in the center of town.
  2. Ask someone where to find the house phone.
  3. Use the house phone Housekeeping and ask what floor they are on.
  4. Go there (you may need to find a service elevator).
  5. Tell the hard-working immigrant lady that you left your cell phone charger in room 1512 yesterday, and did they find it?
  6. When she looks sheepish and shrugs, ask to see the box of lost chargers so you can look for yours.
  7. Select a compatible charger from the box of HUNDREDS of lost chargers.
  8. Tip the lady, you tightwad.
  9. Whistle an innocent tune as you walk away.

AND DON'T FORGET THE WINTER VARIANT
Go to a Museum; ask for the lost and found; say "I lost a pair of black gloves;" leave with warm hands.

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"I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you!"
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"from whence"
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"...the exception that proves the rule"
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any use of the question "spit or swallow?"
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the phrase "drop trou"
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fake-o reviewer verbs:
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"helmed" for directed
"lensed" for whatever
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"expat"
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the euphemism
"passed away"
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pronouncing merci beaucoup as "mercy buckets!"
(see also: "grassy-ass!")



PET PEEVES

"confinscated"
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trying children "as adults"
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"drownded"
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misuse of reflexive pronouns, as when someone says "Please talk to Bob or myself." Come on people now. "Myself" is not just a fancy version of "me"! LEARN IT.
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tattoos in the Courier font
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any use of Comic Sans