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A Spontaneous, Perfect Outing

Lands End Park, San Francisco

There are few places left in San Francisco that I enjoy. There are few things I feel happy about in this city. But, yesterday, spontaneity struck.

Instead of going on our weekly gym outing, we went  to Lands End Park, which I hadn’t visited since February. The weather yesterday was perfect for a visit to the park by the ocean: sun beaming down, a mostly clear blue sky. The rays bouncing off of the water made the scene so dreamy and fantastic. Even though we didn’t venture into the park for more spectacular views, the scene (in the picture) was enough for our satisfaction.

And then, Baker Beach. I first visited Baker Beach at the very start of this year; this time, there weren’t too many people out despite the fact that it was late afternoon (perhaps because of work/school). The beach was mostly secluded and felt like the perfect hideout. No clouds or fog were blocking the view of the Golden Gate Bridge, so we stopped to take a few pictures. We walked along the beach and I got sand in my tennis shoes once again.

The whole outing was rounded out with an early dinner at 100% Sweet Cafe, which I had visited awhile ago (sometime last year) when I still lived in the Richmond District.  We were able to take advantage of the restaurant’s “Tea Time Special”, which had a lot of noodle dishes and free drinks. The atmosphere was peaceful and intimate despite the cutesy decor of the restaurant.

I needed that bit of spontaneity to refresh my mood and emotions. Sometimes I prefer the unexpected more than the routine, even though having a routine is “safe”.  Running off the beaten path seems to bring me more happiness than other things.

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Conjuring up SF Muni Memories

Old Muni logoImage via Wikipedia

Well, as I’m counting down the months before I leave San Francisco for the next step in life, I’ve been working hard on remembering some things that have happened over the course of these three years.

One thing that I have liked about living here is just how so many people are technology-forward. This is where most of the magic happens, where Twitter is located, where Facebook is located, etc. etc. Also, where many of my favorite blogs are located.

I’ve been following Muni Diaries for a year or so now and have always been amused by the stories told there. I’ve mentioned Muni Diaries before (last year, when I submitted a few of my old blog entries for their archives), but for awhile now I hadn’t thought much of other Muni incidents worth re-telling.

Well, now is the time. I’ve gotten lost on Muni a few times before, and they’ve always been entertaining…well, at least from the way I saw the incidents. Yesterday, my story about how I got lost on the 9X bus was posted up: Beginner’s Luck on the Bayshore Express. My first time alone on Muni, and this is what happens! At least the panic didn’t last long and I found my way back home.

Later this week, my other story will be posted on the blog; I’ve got to keep picking my brain for more Muni incidents though since I feel there can be many stories written from the multitude of times I’ve boarded Muni.

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Reaching Out on Muni.

It was a crowded 5-Fulton outbound on a Tuesday commute. Somewhere near the Civic Center, a blind man and his girlfriend (also partially blind) got on the bus and were given seats near the front but not next to one another. Closer to City Hall, a boy around the ages of 7-9 got on the bus with his mother and stood near the front of the bus.

The boy had noticed the blind man’s walking cane and began to talk with him.

Boy: “Sir, what’s that stick for?”
Blind man: “Oh, it’s to help me find my way around because I cannot see.”
Boy: “You can’t see? What do you mean? Can you see me?”
Blind man: “Unfortunately, no, I cannot see you, at least not in this dim light [on the bus].”
Boy: “I wish you could see me. I would give you my eyes so you can see.”
Blind man: “You are so very sweet, thank you.”

The boy’s mother, meanwhile, seemed uncomfortable with her son being overly inquisitive with a stranger. She continued to hush and scold him for asking too many questions throughout the conversation.

Boy: “Do you cook?”
Blind man: “Oh, no way, I don’t. But my girlfriend cooks for me.”

The blind man motions to his girlfriend in the general direction of her voice.

Boy: “Oh, you are his girlfriend?”
Girlfriend: “Yes, I am.”
Boy: “Can you see me?”
Girlfriend: “I also cannot see, but I can see better than my boyfriend.”
Boy: “Why can you both not see? I wish I could give both of you my eyes so you can see me and everyone else here.”
Girlfriend: “That’s so very kind of you, thank you.”

The boy and his mother had to get off the bus around Fillmore. Before he got off the bus, he bid his farewell to the couple.

Boy: “It was nice meeting you, Sir.” He takes the blind man’s hand into his own and shakes it.
Blind man: “It was very nice meeting you, too. Thank you.”
Boy: “It was nice meeting you, Miss.” He hugs the girlfriend.
Girlfriend: “You are so sweet, thank you. You take care of yourself and your mother now.”

The boy and his mother exited, and enough seats freed up between the couple so they could find one another again by the sound of each other’s voices.

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The whole scene was enough to make my week and remind me of how, despite our differences, we humans will always care for one another in some ways without even being properly acquainted. The little boy, despite not even knowing the blind man and his girlfriend, was so sincere and willing to give up his own eyes for them so they could see. It’s a rare sight (no pun intended) to see something like this on public transportation these days, where the rest of us tend to keep to ourselves and fall into our own worlds while on the bus.

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San Francisco Scenes, Part 2

Tommy’s Joynt
Van Ness Avenue & Geary Street
Sunday afternoon

After visiting the farmer’s market today, I decided to go by the public library to pick up a few books I had on hold. I waited outside one entrance with a few other patrons, and, when the doors open, we all began walking in. I was surprised when I saw the hoards of people flooding in from all the entrances into the library, as if the place were a shopping mall. Perhaps I just haven’t been out enough, but it seems like only here in San Francisco can I see such a scene for the library. There were a mix of people: young, old, wealthy, homeless, etc. They all wanted to go inside to relax, to sleep, to check out books (like me), and other things. I felt others found the library as more than just a place for books; to many here in the city, the public library is a sanctuary from the elements and the sometimes-harsh street scene. Quiet, tranquil, and open.

Later on, I had lunch at Tommy’s Joynt with my brother. Tommy’s Joynt is a true San Francisco institution where you can see people from all walks of life eating together and truly sharing at least one thing in common. It was another eclectic crowd inside, not unlike the crowd I saw streaming into the library. Some people were interested in watching Sunday football on the televisions in the restaurant; others just wanted a warm meal for a good value.

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Many times, I feel like I don’t belong here in San Francisco with the different “scenes” aka crowds in the city; other times, like today, I feel it doesn’t matter what group we all supposedly belong in, as long as we’re happy and letting others just do their own thing with no judgment involved.

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San Francisco Scenes, Part 1

Sometimes, San Francisco really frustrates me; other times, it surprises and amuses me. Two instances:

Story #1
A couple of months ago, I was walking with my brother to buy groceries on Masonic. We were laughing about something else when suddenly we heard a skateboarder coming down Masonic, down the hill from Trader Joe’s. The guy was carrying a bag of groceries and trying to balance himself on his skateboard (a mighty feat) when he got distracted with a Jaguar on the road. We didn’t realize until he started speaking that he was really a pirate in disguise.

“Yargh…Jaguar!”

He looks at the Jaguar, and suddenly, he falls off his skateboard. My brother and I stand in shock as we both are afraid he might get run over. Traffic stops.

The skateboarder then picks himself up from the road.

“Yargh…ye bastard!”

He notices that his skateboard went flying across the road.

“Yargh…me skateboard!”

And then he hurls himself across traffic to retrieve his skateboard, as if nothing happened and that it was all normal to him.

Story #2
Today at work, I noticed across Market Street there was a guy with an easel and he looked like he was painting/sketching a man in a wheelchair a few feet away. I pointed out the scene to my co-workers and immediately felt curious about the situation; the artist looked deep in thought, as if studying his subject and making sure he was accurate with his depictions.

Well, a co-worker went to investigate the scene, and sadly, it wasn’t as poignant as it appeared from our office: the artist was drawing something abstract, and the man in the wheelchair? He wasn’t the subject; it was merely a coincidence that they were both in close proximity.

Still, the scene struck me as something unique for the city; we have street artists, sure, but this guy was really, well, taking the term in a different way. He was dismantling his easel and work by the time I left work; I wanted to catch a glimpse of his progress, but I decided it was best to let it go.