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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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And Now, For Something COMPLETELY Different…

I grabbed my spindle of blank CDRs from the closet today so I could burn some music onto a CD (I know, I know…how very old school of you, Mark). When I was pulling discs off the spindle I ran across a DVD labeled Mark’s San Francisco 1990-1991.

OMG.

I was convinced this DVD—dubbed by a friend from the original video tape in the early 2000s—had been lost in the fire six years ago. It turns out only the original videotape was gone; the DVD survived. (Probably because it was hiding on that spindle and not in the entertainment center with the rest of the DVDs.)

This was my one and only foray into making videos. I borrowed the VHS camcorder (a thing the size of a small car) from work on a few occasions to record scenes around the city, knowing that some day when I was old and gray (I was 32 when these scenes were filmed) that I’d want to see them—fully expecting to still be living there today. Little did I know what the next thirty-six years would hold for me and the rest of the world.

This video now survives as a historical record of not only bits of San Francisco thirty-six years ago, but also as permanent record of what my pre-cancer (the 2003 one, not the most current) sounded like…

t’s a bunch of random stuff that lasts a little over an hour: scenes of downtown (the guy in the blue shirt that shows up now and then is Mike, a guy I was dating at the time), a trip on MUNI to the beach, riding the California Street cable car, and two separate apartments (with a very boring nighttime trip to the roof!)

Anyhow if you have nothing better to do and want to watch something that’s as interesting as paint drying or water boiling, take a look. And when you comment (because I know you will) be kind. Ken Burns I am not.

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