the mission

I love the mission. I love the colors, and the people, and the randomness, and openness, and friendliness, cheap mexican food, and hotdogs wrapped in bacon. I also love how I can hop off the bart on a particularly nice warm evening and there is a poetry / spoken word / art show / free wheeling say whatever you want session right on the walkway.

I was walking down Bartlett and an African American and a Latino man, both young, were sitting on a stoop. The black guy yells out to me, "Hey, who you voting for?" I kept walking and yelled back, "Not sure yet, you?" and the black guy, pointing to a button on his shirt says, "Who do you think?" And the Latino guy then says, "You can't tell from his skin?" - This story may not be awesome to anyone else, but I really appreciated the fact that these two young guys, who probably never cared about Politics before, have the gusto to randomly start a dialog, despite how elementary or whatever it may be, with me. It made me smile.

I love that people (either in the mission, or because of this election) want to be engaged.

This makes me want to go to Belfast:



HAPPY FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!