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Random Photos From SF

North Baker Beach

Just a few photos I discovered on my hard drive in a folder called Scans (to be sorted). Looks like most of them are from 1988-89.

Marin County Artillery Embankments
Dave on Yerba Buena Ialand
I Have Always Been Incorrigible (on the Ferry to Sausalito)
View of San Francisco from Yerba Buena Island
View toward Twin Peaks from my apartment on Folsom in 1989 (shortly before the earthquake)
Home improvement. Or something.
Kenny and your host.
The view of downtown from my place on Fell Street, aka “Hell on Fell”
First brief domicile in The City on Haight Street. “The City will chew you up and spit you out.”
Point Bonita Lighthouse, Marin County
From Coit Tower
The curved escalators at Neiman-Marcus. Maybe. I think it was Neimies..
SF and Alcatraz Island
Your host drawing medicine wheels at Black Sand Beach, Marin County
The medicine wheel itself. Lots of symbology for what I was going through at the time.
A modern “Victorian” that caught my eye.
Our first place in The City where our name was on the lease: 1738 Laguna Street
Mid-span of the Golden Gate Bridge
Your host at Battery Crosby
Rory at Sutro Heights Park
Dave at Ocean Beach
Point Bonita, Marin County
Harvey Milk Candlelight March
Pride Parade, June 1987
Pride Parade, June 1987
Pride Parade, June 1987
Pride Parade, 1987
Jim, Pride Parade 1987
Point Bonita Lighthouse
Dennis (RIP 1995), Sutro Heights Park
Playing with my pussy
Sasha, my pussy
Downtown from Twin Peaks
Leo and Lee at Kenny’s Golden Gate Bridge 50th Anniversary Party
Your Host at the California Palace of the Legion of Honor
Sasha
Palace of Fine Arts
On the Ferry to Salsalito
333 Market Street, one of my favorite buildings downtown
Marty (RIP 1995)
Dennis (RIP 1995), Sutro Heights Park
Your host, Ghiradelli Chocolate Factory

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Suburbia, 1973

Lit up like the Poltergeist House

That caption isn’t too far off the mark. We swear—even though it was brand new construction on a former onion field and we were the first owners—the place was haunted.

We’d all be downstairs in the family room (or me in my bedroom which was also on the same level) and doors would slam up in the bedrooms upstairs, even though there were no windows openand noting else to cause a breeze.

Once, on the verge of sleep, I found walking up the stairs that went from the lower level to the ground floor. I looked over my shoulder and saw myself asleep in bed. I turned around and was greeted by what I can only call a shadow figure (gives me chills now jsut remembering it). I knew he wanted into my body. He lunged at me. We wrestled, tumbling down the stairs. I got up the literally dove back into my sleeping body.

After I’d gone off to college, Mom took to sleeping in my bed downstairs because Dad’s snoring had gotten too insufferable. That was, until one night when she was violently shaken out of the bed. “Never again,” was all she said of the incident.

I mean look at all those smiling faces. What kind of entity would bear that family any ill will? (Taken at the grandparents’ place in Sun City later that year (probably Thanksgiving or Christmas).

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50 Years Ago

Navajo Hall dorm room. One month after starting at the University of Arizona.

Oh the places you’ll go. The things you’ll see. The men you’ll love…all of which will ultimately transform you into who you are now.

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Oh Well…

I don’t know how people get such stunning lunar eclipse photos with their iPhones. I’ve never been able to master it.

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We Flirt…

I complimented him on his ‘tache a few months ago and ever since then I swear the boy flirts with me—although for the life of me I can’t understand why. Maybe he’s just being friendly and aiming for a big tip.

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Cheeky Bastard

I pulled out my Stax electric earspeakers from the media cabinet this afternoon fully intending to photograph and then throw them up on eBay.  They seem to be going. from $125-200, so that’s not just a little walking-around money.

Out of curiosity—since I’ve been listening to so many different types of headphones lately—I went ahead and hooked them up to my amp and took a listen. Wouldn’t you know, they sound pretty damn good; definitely as good as anything else I’ve been auditioning over the past few years.

I think the reason I stopped using them was because they were such fidgety, specialized cans that require the intermediate energizer box connected to an amp’s speaker outputs in order to work. In other words, they couldn’t be used with any of my portable devices and as those became increasingly important in my life, being tied to one location was unacceptable.

That being said, for those rare instances when I do want to listen in the living room privately, I’ve decided to hold on to them and keep ’em connected. They sound much better than I remembered and certainly match—if not slightly exceed—any of the other headphones I’ve been using over the past several years.

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Then And Now

1984

2003 

2026

One of the apartments I lived in…

It was brand new when I moved in. I was the first resident, something I always strove for when moving. In fact, I waited several months for construction to be completed while I remained in the townhouse I shared with my ex and a mutual friend.

The complex fell into complete disrepair in the early 2000s. It was kind of disheartening to see what a disaster it had become. The first word that comes to mind is “ghetto.”

But sometime since then, it was purchased by a different company and completely renovated. Based on the website, I’d say the transformation is stunning.

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Welcome To The Castro

May 1985. This was our first trip to The City, a whirlwind adventure of only one weekend. We had so many places we wanted to visit, and a very limited time to do so (especially since we were without a car). We weren’t sure we’d have time to visit the Castro, but managed to fit it in that Sunday afternoon before heading to the airport.

But it was enough. We’d been bitten. We returned in November, at Christmas, and again in April and June of 1986 for longer stays. By the time August ’86 rolled around we’d all (myself, Bernie, and our friends Lee and Alan) relocated there. In the interim Bernie and I had split up but remained friends, and rented a flat together for the next year while we got our bearings.

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