Friday, August 10, 2001
This morning I learned a most telling thing about San Franciscan culture at the bus hut across from the Forest Hill MUNI station. The grafitti that had been all over the hut's walls for weeks had finally been painted over with beige paint—and then was vandalized anew, probably the very minute the paint was dry. I realized then that there are parts of San Francisco that people will never see without grafitti. Patrick meets me for lunch at Pomelo. I have miso and yakisoba. Patrick has bread n butter and spiral pasta in meat sauce. After work, we meet at the West Portal for errands. I send e-mail and work da journal listening to the road trip playlist. Burgers, fries, and corn on the cob for dinner. We watch State & Main on DVD. It is a wonderful day.